ifying the blood race truly is."…"Hughbert was startled, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.They interrogated the princess of the Krystal Empire like this, tied up. If it hadn't been for...Chapter 354: Lance's Ultimate Insult

The Glacial Province, Qinston City. Few people ever get to see the true face of the city-state's underground prison.

Those prisoners who had been incarcerated before their reformation had no chance whatsoever of ever seeing the sunlight again.

Due to the increasing number of criminals captured by the Xuebao Province recently, both prison security and infrastructure levels have been continuously expanding. With good revenue performance, it has also attracted significant investment. At this rate of development, there is even a possibility that the company may be listed on the Imperial Capital Stock Exchange next year.

In the lowest level of the prison, a spacious stone platform stretched out, surrounded by high stone walls, forming a semi-open space. Dim lighting stood around the perimeter, casting faint glows that danced on the stone walls, and shifting shadows added a touch of mystery and chill to this place.

The guards stood around the platform, each one a carefully chosen personal guard. Xia had complete faith in their loyalty and strength.

Anellos was escorted all the way from Bonn to Kingston, down into the depths. Even under the control of the elite guard, a black sack still covered his head, obscuring any view of his surroundings.

As they ventured deeper, the air grew chill, mingling with the musty odor emanating from the cold, iron walls.

A deep, resonant sound of dripping water and the whisper of distant wind filled my ears. There was no clamour of other prisoners, as if this place were a secluded sanctuary, separate from the world.

Finally, they stopped before a spacious and gloomy cage.

This single cell's interior was equipped with a peculiar device. Several sturdy iron chains hung from the center of the cage, connected to rings, and each chain had shackles and padlocks designed to secure the prisoner's limbs.

Besides, there was another door on the side of the cell, leading to an unknown destination.

Xia Ya gestured, and immediately several elite guards swiftly lifted Anrelo, securing his limbs with iron chains. Then, they activated a mechanism, causing the chains to slowly lift Anrelo, suspending him in the air with only his toes touching the ground.

Aeneas' body was immobile, like a roast duck hanging on a hook, only swaying slightly with the movement of the iron chains.

Xia Ya walked slowly to the cage, grabbed the burlap sack from Aniele's head, pulled out the cloth from his mouth, and then turned away, leaving behind the closed cage and Aniele, who once again started struggling inside.

"Locke––! You lack imagination! Do you think this prison will break me!"

Angelos' arrogance has never diminished. Though his body is restricted, every struggle he makes seems so powerful, as if he will break free from the chains of confinement in the next moment!

Aeneas' voice pierced through the bars, laced with venomous threats and taunts.

"You are all weak ants! If you dare not kill me and keep me here to torment me, waiting for Lord Askshan to rescue me, I will make you all pay!"

His voice conveyed a pure hatred that transcended life and death.

In his eyes, the world had already become his enemy, like a volcano about to erupt. Even if it was blocked, it still held the power to destroy everything!

Far away.

Outside the cell, there was a similarly spacious platform, like a living room, with several sofas on it for viewing the scene inside the cage.

"Mr. Locke, Miss West, please sit down."

Xia Ya gestured for the two to sit down and rest first, leaving the rest to him to arrange.

West Germany was puzzled. This cell didn't even have any instruments of torture, besides scaring Anello she had no idea what Rance actually planned to do.

"Locke! I'm telling you, if we swapped roles, I'd show you what real cruelty is!"

Every word that comes out of Anello's mouth is laced with a barb, like a promise. Once you let him loose, he guarantees he will fulfill his words.

West Germany listened to Agnello's arrogant voice, she only felt irritable.

"Tell him to be quiet."

West turned to Lance and said.

"Angelo, are you sure you won't repent"

Lanche leaned against the sofa and asked Anelo, who was far away.

"No one can judge me, no one! Sieglinde, I regret nothing about torturing your holy woman. I just want to experience that joy again! Hahahaha!!"

Anello laughed not only at Ranch, but also at West Germany.

Just as West Germany was about to lose control and stand up to personally administer the extreme punishment to Anello, Lanci held her shoulder down.

At the same time, he lightly tapped his fingers.

With a low hum, the door on the other side of the cell creaked open.

Within this dank and humid passage, moss and lichen clung to the rough stone walls. Not a sliver of light pierced the gloom, and shadows seemed to dance.

Soon, a powerful and rapid flurry of footsteps sounded.

West Germany also calmed down, and looked with confusion in the direction from which the door had opened.

Only to see, under the oppressive darkness, a group of eerie figures emerge.

Their appearance changed the boisterous atmosphere. The gloomy prison was filled with these towering figures, and light cast long shadows upon them, making the cage resemble the gate to hell.

Not until all the men had come out could one make out their figures.

Anerno's laughter stopped abruptly.

The air suddenly fell silent.

It was not because these burly men in prison garb showed him indifference and ferocity.

But their eyes were filled with an inexplicable joy and affection!

A shiver, unlike any he had ever felt before, ran down Agnello's spine.

He seemed a little disbelieving of what Ranch was about to do, and he stared incredulously at Ranch sitting on the sofa in the distance.

"As a bad student like you, even according to imperial law, confiscating your tools would be the minimum punishment, let alone death. Luckily for you, you've met me. Compared to physical or chemical castration, which only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, I prefer you to genuinely repent from the bottom of your heart."

Lancelotti calmly explained to Ancelotti,

They are all somewhat special ghosts in the snow, and after being imprisoned for so long, they might be famished and thirsty now.

"Oh, you warden, finally giving us some reward"

"Where did this little cutie come from"

The clear and focused voice pierced Angelo's ears. He had been about to take another breath and threaten Lanci, but he swallowed the words halfway through.

The fire in him, as if doused by a bucket of cold water from reality, vanished instantly.

Several large men approached from afar, their leering eyes and sly smiles were repulsive.

At first glance, everyone has their own strengths and unique skills. Their fighting spirit and perseverance are truly awe-inspiring.

He seems to have an idea of what this group is going to do to him next.

"Ah…"

Anello's face paled instantly, appearing desolate in the light. His eyes still held defiance and anger, but at this moment, he finally felt an unprecedented fear.

Even when he faced "Loren" before, it didn't scare him this much.

What followed was an overwhelming fear and endless remorse.

Even ten thousand Lorains wouldn't be as terrifying as this group of people!!

"No, don't! You **ing can't do this **!!!"

Looking at the group of burly men approaching him, Angelo's forehead bulged with veins as he shouted hoarsely to Lance.

But soon his gaze was blocked by a Ghost Legion prisoner ahead.

"I like that defiant little look."

"Darling, well, that's quite powerful."

At the same time, a muscular man also approached Anello from behind, stroking his cheek and whispering in his ear.

"Oh!! Let go of me!!"

The Desolate Saint Child, who had never been touched by a man like this before, already felt a trembling from her soul.

"I hear you're comparable to the Son of Annihilation."

"To dare treat the Saint of Oblivion like this, Bishop Asksan of the Oblivion will surely kill you all!!"

Anello's breath and voice were shattered as he cried out.

"Oh Darling, wouldn't that be more exciting To spend a night with the Saint of Annihilation, don't you think we'd be afraid of death"

Those few hulking men from the Ghostly Party burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Anel, how are you feeling now"

The rancher in the distance, watching Anello's transformation, asked.

Seeing that Agnello finally showed remorse, he smiled with relief.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning. What awaits you in the end is this."

Xia Ya took out a large pair of iron pliers and waved them in front of Anelo. He told him that later, after the strongmen had played enough, he would make Anelo experience a super-sized version of family happiness.

Agnello thus understood—

The other party really didn't intend to interrogate him at all! All talk of love and reform is just a lie!

Those who could become the Heaven-Defying Saint Son, there must be at least one level crazier than him!!!

Right now, a group of big men have surrounded Anel, eager to get started.

"No—don't!!"

Agnello rasped out the words, as if trying to roar and push them away with all his might. But he was suspended there, his legs almost numb from lack of feeling, offering no strength at all.

"Alright, now it's up to Xia. "

Lancy smiled and raised her hand to shield West's eyes, leading her away from the platform.

Hearing the agonizing screams of the Saint of Silence, even through the walls, West closed his eyes and followed Lance out of the underground prison.

Although she didn't know exactly what happened, she was happy hearing that sound.

(The End)

[ ]card making, mustn't slack off.Lance walked down the dorm hallway, stretching with a yawn.Before he left his dorm and this card-making workshop was still available to him, he couldn't wait to research...