"It is expected that the fog tide and eternal night will last for about three days...nonsense."

The young interrogator took away the newspaper with a bang and said disdainfully: "My cousin in the navy told me that they all returned to the port to defend themselves. The shells piled up in the port could almost flood the port, and so did the monsters in the fog. Fenn just now

Especially since he just came back from above, he said that the gunfire in the port is still ringing. This disaster will last for at least a week. Those monsters will not miss such a good opportunity."

"Newspaper offices never tell the truth." His colleague echoed, leaning on a wooden chair with his legs on another chair.

"It's not that..." the young interrogator put in a good word for the newspaper and even the higher-ups. "It must have been requested by the council members in the city hall to let the citizens know that the cold winter will last for so long, and they will not be able to help but come out to look for food. What happened?

Chaos, citizens tainted, turned weird, bewitched by pagans, and then boom”

The young interrogator, who was speaking onomatopoeia and spreading his hands to simulate an explosion, suddenly heard a clear and dull sound.

Bang!

The iron door was knocked open.

The young interrogator and his colleague stood up hastily.

"team leader!"

Balentine, who broke into the room, ignored their disheveled clothes and the overturned wooden chairs, suppressed the rapid breathing caused by the rush and asked: "Where are the prisoners of the Church of Shadows?"

"They are still being held in the cell, and nothing has happened!" the young interrogator said, putting his legs together and puffing out his chest.

"Did the interrogation yield any new information?"

"Uh... not yet."

Although the results of the interrogation were sent just dozens of minutes ago, the young interrogator knew that no superior would want to see such an excuse: "These dirty infidels have always been determined...and we tortured them for a day and then interrogated them again."

Will die."

"There's no time, we have to pry open their mouths immediately."

Captain Ballentine looked at the alarm clock on the table.

"What happened?" another interrogator couldn't help but ask.

Balentine did not hide anything, observing the expressions of the two men: "The mayor is here. Someone reported that we caught the heretics of the Shadow Church... The boss has temporarily deceived them, and we have less than twenty minutes at most.

.”

The two interrogators expressed fear and panic at the same time. Of course they knew the consequences of being discovered by the city hall for their secret operations.

"Is there a mole?" The young interrogator gritted his teeth.

"I don't know... these are not important now." Balentine withdrew his deep gaze. "It has become a fact that they were discovered. We must get the information before they arrive."

"But"

Balentine interrupted his men: "It can only be broken with special hands."

"Special interrogation? But we have to apply to the armory."

"That's not it."

Balentine interrupted again and walked towards the heavy iron door engraved with ancient marks: "Open the cell door."

"Armor..."

The hand points to the protective clothing hanging on the wall.

"No."

The iron door was slowly pushed open, revealing the outline of a cold and damp cell hanging on an iron frame.

On the edge of the cell were instruments of torture that would make even the bravest men tremble and beg for mercy. Heavy shackles were tied up layer by layer. The silhouette of the chest that was bullied and still breathing had long been broken, and the body was covered with ugly and hideous scars.

Most of these injuries were not caused by them.

It is the self-destructive belief of the followers of the Church of Shadows.

"A bunch of lunatics..."

Balentine cursed in a low voice when he saw this scene.

pagan.

It has always been the most difficult and best being to deal with.

They abandon the rude and low-level raw power and use the polluted power obtained by faith.

When the existence of their faith survives and is strong enough, every heretic is a walking source of pollution. Even the most well-trained Inquisition warriors will fall into the abyss due to their evil whispers when exposed to pollution, and their faith makes them

I will carry my passion until my death.

Therefore, compared to pagans, everyone prefers ghouls or rhine maggots, monsters that can be solved with cannonballs and steam armor.

Fortunately, the Church of Shadow is one of the many insignificant small churches, and the "Shadow of the Girl" who believes in it has disappeared for a long time. The Inquisition often deals with heretics and knows how to make them speak.

But this time, time was limited, so Balentine had to use illegal methods.

A more illegal method than torture and special methods.

Balentine turned to the outside of the dungeon, with his back to the bowed Shadow Church believers, and said to the dazed men outside the cell door: "Please let Mr. Lu Li wait a moment. We will tell him the news after the interrogation."

He turned around and saw the silhouette on the iron frame slowly raising his head.

Balentine made no secret of his disdain for the heretics and shouted: "The great exorcist has entered the dungeon, how long are you going to resist?"

The short echo disappeared, and Ballentine continued: "Silence is useless. Your Excellency Lu Li already knows that it was you who attacked him."

After the words fell, hoarse and obscure whispers slowly sounded in the dungeon.

"That's not...we...we...will not hurt...Master Lu Li..."

Seriousness gradually appeared in the depths of Balentine's eyes, and he continued to sarcastically ask in a questioning tone: "Do you think we will believe it? Will Sir Lu Li believe it?"

"We are...His people...and...His people..."

"He? You mean Lu Li?" Balentine asked subconsciously.

But the followers of the Church of Shadow fell into a long silence, and Balentine received no answer after several questions.

He couldn't help but get closer and found that the blood-seeking ferocious chest had stopped rising and falling.

Balentine was not sure whether it was dead. After getting the information he wanted, he exited the dungeon, asked his men to call for help, and then went to the dungeon where another heretic was imprisoned.

This time, he changed his tone.

"A bunch of idiots, you should have told us earlier."

Balentine stared at the awakened figure on the iron frame with mockery: "If you had known about the relationship between Lu Li and the Shadow Church, you wouldn't have to endure these hardships."

"Lord Lu Li...?"

This human cultist is in better condition and talks more.

"If it weren't for Mr. Lu Li, I would come looking for you stinky guys?" Balentine continued to say sarcastically.

"Sir, do you know the truth..."

The pagan tone hid surprise.

"Exactly."

Balentine whispered slowly in the dungeon.

"After all, who would have known that an evil spirit could be related to an exorcist?"

Human believers are of course willing to give up their lives for their faith, but if they are companions, why make meaningless sacrifices?

"Then can I leave here...?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, and it's very fast. You don't have to wait too long..."

Balentine smiled and waved to his men to close the dungeon.

The slowly closing iron door gradually covered those haggard eyes full of hope.

"Is this all true?" The young man's mouth went dry.

"'Evidence always comes back to haunt the murderer', doesn't it?"

Ballentine told a proverb known to all interrogators.
Chapter completed!