She brought Toma to the hometown of Mu-young Mun. First, she tied up Toma tightly and threw him into the dark. She called me and said,
"Baek Wung. I need your torture skills."
"The Palm Seal?" "
She nods.
"Armrests and Achilles' heel. I know a lot of torture techniques, but I don't know if they're as good as the other two. The brain nephrine technique is really scary."
I thought for a moment. And he said,
"Right now, Toma is so low on stamina that she'll die before she can spit out any information that spreads too fast."
Torture is not something you can do quickly. Particularly, the armrests and hexadecirrhosis are the worst torture methods humans can suffer, so they are more likely to be shocked. She said with a somewhat weary look.
"Of course. I'm pretty tired myself, so let's start the torture after two o'clock." Until then, treat Tooma. "
"I understand."
It was a contradiction, but she wanted to be healed. Even though he was the enemy of his daughter, the information that Tooma had was like a thousand things. If he killed him wrongfully, he would suffer a great loss. As me, I decided to be cautious because I didn't think there would be many opportunities to capture Tomas alive in my previous life.
Queek
"Lord Baek!"
"I will heal the prisoners at the door."
"Yes!"
I made it past the perimeter guard and into the darkroom where Tooma was kept. When you light the Horn Blaze in the dark, you see Toma laying there with her limbs cut off, making her look hideous. I looked at him for a long time with a blaze.
And then something amazing happened.
Glug glug...
"......!!"
I can see something wiggling. Let's see, the dismembered shoulder, as well as the black tentacles or liquids, were moving in the affected area on the leg. I thought it was very ugly, but I also noticed that I was slowly restoring Toma's body.
I approached and observed the movement of the pupil to confirm he was unconscious.
'I can't do this alone.'
Not on my medical level. I left the darkroom without delay and quickly headed to the seat of the Grand Chamberlain.
"Congressman Kang. Please come with me."
As I came out of nowhere, the Grand Chamberlain looked at me with his hollow eyes.
The Highest Gangjeon Road in Hanam (23004; )!
He was an emissary of Cheonghao, the owner of medicine that matched his signature. I was secretly entrusted to the no-man 's-land because it was difficult to operate in the river because of the past persecution of the Baekhyun. Of course I was old enough to greet him.
"The White Void Act. What's going on?"
"There's a strange phenomenon that I can't judge by myself."
"Hmm…? Let's go first."
The streetcar follows me, bewildered and carrying its own medical supplies. When I brought the gangway to the darkroom and showed him what Toma looked like, the gangway also seemed to have checked for black liquid tentacles. He cries out in fear.
"W-what is this?!"
Glug glug...
"As you can see, the doorway has cut off his limbs and is playing automatically."
"Hmmm…!! I've never seen or heard of anything like this in my life."
This must have been a bizarre phenomenon under heaven if the route to the war was this strong. The motorway looked at the tentacle with a mixture of fear and curiosity and gave me a fight.
"The White Void Act. Put on a suit and collect those tentacles. Looks like we'll have to analyze it."
"I understand."
I took the sword and cut the tentacle into a bowl. The tentacles fell into the bowl spilling mucus as if it were definitely material. The problem was that it made the person who was squirming like he was alive feel terrible even after cutting it off. I sealed the tentacle completely in a box and handed it over to the subway, and he accepted the box and said,
"What the hell happened?"
I told him in detail that the opponent in front of me was Tumai of Madophama, who turned into a dragon and was defeated in the battle against the sword. He pondered the route of the war when he heard the story calmly.
"I can't give you an answer... but this is a distinct creature with a parasite."
"Parasites?"
"It is said that in the ancient world, there was a cure for implanting a special creature into the body. I don't know if this tentacle is that kind of thing... but it's so unusual that I can't even feel it. Hmmm…"
The streetcar scratches your head like a pain in the ass. He pondered for a long time, said.
"First, let me gather the data from my own will."
"Thank you. I need to restore this man. What do I do?" "
He looks back at Toma and says,
"No more separate surgical treatments, it's dangerous. You could be in danger if you don't. Instead, it would be better to give her salve and use pores to heal her."
"Thank you."
I was instructed by the councillor of the Grand Electric Road and fed the Tang Drug and energized it. Then, because of the external nutrition, the tentacles seemed to be restoring Toma's body more vigorously.
Blub-ub
After just one spectacle, Tomas had already regenerated to the cartilage of his knees. I drooled at the rate of regeneration.
"At this rate, it'll all heal in a day."
It was terrifying.
A human who lost all limbs in one day!
The tentacles, unlike their hideous appearance, had an incredible healing effect. Regenerating an arm and a leg without it is something no senator can do. Based on the fact that the tentacles are parasitic, it seems to be based on the instinct to survive the host.
And around that time, Tooma seemed to slowly regain consciousness. He said when he found me.
"Khh... kill." I have nothing to say... "
"Tooma, what is that tentacle?"
Toma glances at the tentacles that heal her body. And then he laughed.
"Hehe... a blessing from God."
This is a no-man 's-land, and the murderous black horse will come to interrogate you in one fell swoop. Even though he couldn't have known it, Toma was not ordinary. You have the ability to run a safa.
But I felt that what Toma said was not just a taunt, but a deeper meaning. There seems to be a clue to what he said unconsciously.
"God's blessing...? If the gods of the Gentiles have blessed us..."
I suddenly remembered the appearance of mutants who had turned from the palanquin into ugly molluscs. I thought it was a hideous curse, but the scout said it was a miraculous blessing.
Humans can say that they are cursed, but sometimes it is a blessing for the foreigners. I expanded my thinking on the premise and reflected on Toma's situation in reality. While I was thinking about it, I suddenly said something.
"Toma, aren't you ashamed? The power you rely on is not the power of man, but of God. As an unmanned person, relying on something that is not your own strength."
I spoke lightly with the intention of taunting him. However, whether it worked surprisingly well, Tooma wavered back and forth, losing her emotions.
"Shut up. What does that mean? Humans are supposed to borrow the power of God anyway."
"Lend me the power of God?"
I make a puzzled face. Tooma hesitates, wondering if I don't know anything about the heretics.
"Hehehe... those who do not know the gods can never defeat those who follow them. Torturing me and killing me will not change your destruction."
"Hmm, maybe."
"......?"
Toma looks baffled as I quietly confirmed it.
But I thought Tooma had a point. I've been running around with regard to [Old Master] and Daerah Fresh. Even from the perspective of mythical beings such as Dongbin, Hangwoo, and Hangdaeng, he had no choice but to acknowledge that God's power was absolute.
The individual's strength is of course important.
But it may be more important to know about God.
I thought about it and said,
"Toma, you'd better answer quietly."
"......"
"Think about what you did to Seo Mun-hye Sawyer. You can now either die comfortably or die in terrible agony."
When I spoke confidently, Tooma opened her eyes.
"What are you? It's like we're taking a step back and talking about this nonsense."
Toma is a ghost. I thought about it for a moment, but then I nodded.
"You could say that. Again, I have no personal grudge against you."
"......"
It looks like Tooma, who received the choice, is rolling her head. Then he looked at me and said,
"Are you sure you want to kill me?"
"I judge by my integrity."
"... good."
Tomas seemed to want to die comfortably rather than just spreading out and protecting his spirit. At the time of her defeat, there was no unmanned weather left. And he was a Safa figure, so he understood how cruel and cruel torture can be.
I started asking him questions thinking that Toma was the right one.
"What is your ability to transform into a dragon?"
"The ability to be a legendary dragon."
"I want to know how you acquired it."
"I've been... treated rather than mastered."
"Procedures?"
Toma replies.
"In the imperial palace came some magicians dressed in strange clothes. They came to us with consciousness for three days and three nights, and when they woke up, they were able to transform into tolerance."
"Don't you remember the ritual?"
"I don't know at all because I have been suspended from eating something called a clogged tank."
As it turns out, the palace is allied with the palace. Perhaps it was because of his alliance with the Philosopher's Guide to Philosophy. I decided to ask you something else because this is what I expected.
"How many of you have gained that ability in the spirit?"
"I know there are four of you now, including me. I think the other three were taken from the body, but I don't know who."
"Did you apply yourself?"
"Yes, I was eager for all of my volunteers to become stronger, including myself."
"Did you have that surgery?"
Tooma seemed perplexed by the sudden question.
"What...? How could you..."
It seemed that the identity of the business was highly confidential. However, if it is known that one of the leaders of the Jungwon Gupyeol Chamber is actually the son of Yongbyeon, the world will be in chaos. However, I replied lightly because it was something I naturally learned in my previous life.
"It doesn't matter. Come on, answer my question."
"... you didn't take them both."
"Why?"
"......"
Tooma did not answer, but I can guess why.
The secret relationship with the imperial palace, which may be an enemy, was not very reliable. He said he was going to do the surgery and he didn't know what to do, so he let his underlings do it for him first. Even though there was no such thing as a mercenary or a mercenary, there was no reason to receive it intentionally because it was strong.
I looked right through him.
"You seem to be gaining tremendous power, but there are no side effects? life expectancy."
"Those who have undergone this surgery become unconscious and agitated when the dissolution progresses. If it gets worse, you'll be in a frenzy. That's all I know."
"... you had a good surgery."
"......"
Tooma seems to be a combat enthusiast who has risked everything to become stronger. If we can be strong, we can simply abandon people lightly. It was not that I didn't understand it either, so I could make sense of it.
'The problem is the imperial palace. If I can deliver my skills to the High Priestess, there may be quite a few mercenaries in the current Imperial Court…'
She conquered Toma the dragon with her own feast of conscience, but the power of the dragon was never easy to see. Physical ability alone surpassed human beings, and instantaneous combat skills could surpass the limits of the supreme elite. If dozens of such things came at me, I could never survive.
"Well, this was a branch so far, and now it's real. You'd better answer the right question."
I interrogated Tooma for about a second to gather information from him. And I thought I heard enough, so I summoned the resting gumma. She looks happy to hear that I've already retrieved the information.
And she glanced down at Toma coldly.
"Farewell."
"Ugh..."
Ugh...
The sword of the black horse shifts slightly. Now, if you swing it soon, Tooma will turn into hundreds of pieces and die. But that's when I interrupted her and said to her,
"Wait a minute."
"The White Void Act. Why?"
I thought for a moment I was too cruel. However, he said, placing aside his troubles.
"Let's check it out."
"Confirm?"
I walked all the way to Toma. Then he put a seal on his arm.
"Rrrrgh!!!"
Toma screams. When the terrifying pain comes, Tooma tries to roll her legs, but I can't help but get a full bloodline on her. She looked at him and said as if she understood.
"I see! We'll have to beat over the stone bridge."
"Yes."
I interrogated Tooma repeatedly, inflicting terrible pain again. Unlike the average unmanned body, Toma was able to regenerate continuously, so it was okay to strengthen the strength of the armband.
"Shut up... son of a..."
Plus, the tentacle tried hard to save Toma's life, so he couldn't die even if he wanted to.
'I'm sorry, but every piece of information is at stake.'
If I do, I may lose my sword because of wrong information, or Seo Mun-hye may be sold as a slave. So I had to resort to some rather vicious methods. That's why even those who torture have to eat their hearts out.
In my previous life, I decided to take a look at Tooma and continued to torture her severely. The only thing I could do was double-check the information as soon as possible.
As soon as the interrogation was over, I was confident that the information was correct. As expected, Tomas told false information three times to screw us on the way to our deaths.
"Farewell this time."
Furrbuck
We crushed Toma into six pieces and then left the darkroom.
She told me.
"Now I know what twelve figures are like. Your balls are huge."
"Thank you."
She calmly said.
"He has no interest in human forests. The sole purpose was to drive out the heretics and defeat the Apostles' cult... and retrieve a tool called the Commandment Moon."
"There's a good chance it won't work, even if you go black and white."
"Then you can't. We have no choice but to interrogate Toma and sell him the information of the monks we just uncovered."
"I'm afraid so."
The Bible and I were able to come up with a strategy to deal with the Twelve Gospels.
I'm selling information!
It will work better for twelve weeks than black and white medicine.
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