Orc Tyrant

Inside the heavily guarded prison inside the White King Kong, a huge figure was pacing back and forth under the light of the fire.

On the wall, there is a pendant with a bald man covered in blood, and in front of him is an interrogator in black leather armor.

Koresh, is torturing his twentieth victim, is also a member of the Third Ring of the Blood Church, the bishop of a diocese,

With the assistance of the names and addresses provided by the Wendigo Church, Guk sent his own troops to pick out the poor worms in hiding one by one and destroy their altars.

But this is far from enough. He needs the final plans and steps of these bastards.

For this, he needs a professional torturer.

"What is the real name of that demon?"

The captive made a gurgling sound and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood flowed all over the floor and splashed on Guk's leg armor. He just paused for a second, and then continued to pace back and forth.

He handed over the power of interrogation to Koresh and announced that he would never interfere with the other party's behavior, he was just listening.

"He was called Harvey Rias,"

When the captive murmured the obscure words, the lights in the interrogation room flashed a few times, and the temperature suddenly dropped significantly.

Koresh gave the cultist a backhand and clamped his jaw.

"Don't lie to me with a false name, you know what it will end up! I need its real name! What is its real name?"

"I don't know... none of us knows."

"What about your five ring elders? Do they know?"

"You can go and ask them yourself."

The captive laughed, with blood foaming from his mouth.

"You just need to answer! Useless nonsense will only increase your pain,"

Koresh struck him again with his backhand, smashing his cheekbones.

Then the panting interrogator loosened the opponent's chin, the captive's head dropped weakly, and his consciousness was between awake and coma.

If Archbishop Hannibal was here, then Koresh would definitely suggest that the archbishop be contemplated and sneak into his consciousness in order to extract the required information.

But the outside world needs him right now, and Guk, uh, doesn't have the time to call him back.

"Next, let us ask questions in another way."

Koresh walked back to the table with the torture tools and picked out some hooks and drills.

"How do you plan to summon this demon? What is the scale of the ceremony? Are your chosen lords like walking dead involved in it."

"I... have told you enough."

Koresh could barely hear his voice, and the torture made him so weak that he could barely sustain his life.

Wendigo Church walked slowly towards him.

"I'll ask again, how was it called?"

"I have done everything my master asked for, and the hand of God has led you here and into its trap... and now I know you can no longer stop us, I can die."

The captive almost lost consciousness, and life was fading from his body at an astonishing speed.

Koresh quickly put a meat hook into his chest, trying to restore him to a certain state of awakeness.

But as the metal product pierced his skin, all he could make was a pitiful grunt.

"Tell me what is needed for this summoning ceremony, and I will give you a happy one! If you don't say it, I will artificially let you survive and experience the pain in the long months."

Koresh knew but it was just frightening him, he wouldn't survive the next few minutes.

But in such a weak state, Cowley is betting that the other party will believe in himself.

However, he lost the bet.

"It's...too late...we've already..."

With the final death of this captive, this sentence has not been finished.

"Damn it!"

Koresh threw the remaining meat hook to the ground sadly, then glanced back at the towering figure behind him.

He could feel that those lava-like eyes were staring at him in the shadow of the helmet, and the scary mechanical claws had also changed from the original static state to the active state, and the electric arc could be seen vaguely. The tip of the claw leaped.

Koresh quickly looked away. He saw the table where the torture instrument was placed, and suddenly thought of an idea.

He walked over, grabbed a magic weapon on the table, and rushed towards the tied corpse.

Karesh pierced his palm with the tip of his implement, activated the evil energy on it, and then thrust it into the chest of the dead blood worshiper.

The sound of the impact still reverberated in this room, but the melting bones in the chest were instantly shattered.

"Ok?"

Guk lowered his head and made a confused voice, but did not speak.

Koresh pierced the magic weapon into the cracked sternum, and pushed up the metal object that looked like a scalpel with both hands, cutting away a large amount of minced meat and bone.

As soon as the artifact cut to the lower end of the rotten throat, Koresh chanted a few spells and pulled it out, then inserted his two hands into the incision in the opponent's upper body and moved them in opposite directions.

In the next second, he lifted the opponent's breastbone, exposing the chest cavity underneath.

As he had seen several battlefield traumas before, the breastbone was folded back, exposing the heart, an organ that is vital to any life.

But this heart has stopped beating.

Koresh stretched out his hand and grabbed the heart. Under the influence of the witchcraft, the prisoner's internal organs did not break away from the chest cavity because of the loss of the breastbone. Instead, they were firmly fixed and still squirming slowly.

"Get up!"

A red rune appeared on the arm of the Wendigo Cultist and poured into the heart.

The blood worshiper's eyes opened immediately, and his screams were distorted by the convulsions of his body from extreme pain.

"No! Let those... filthy powers... stay away from..."

Koresh loosened his heart slightly, leaving only enough energy to maintain his heartbeat and brain function into his body.

"The last time, how did that ceremony go?"

"Please... please... just let me... die."

As the captive said this, his remaining teeth kept trembling.

"Tell me the answer and I will let you die."

"Sacrifice...a blood sacrifice."

"This is not an accurate answer, what kind of blood sacrifice?"

"That's...why they brought Ouke here...why did they bring heretics here...sacrifice...the whole continent...please...let me die..."

When the captive said the last words, Guk had already left the interrogation room.

When he quickly walked through the corridor inside the White King Kong to issue new orders to the guards below, the captive's scream again even overwhelmed the low rumble of the engine.

He must hurry up.