These arrested cult senior officials were particularly tenacious.

Especially those with the six enlightenment or above, including the six enlightenment, will keep silent no matter how interrogate the dark pavilion is.

Even if you speak, it's just a sentence...

I am wronged.

One of them even woke up seven times, and the leader-level existence even passed the Demon Suppression Pass.

His face was full of grievances, and he kept calling out that he had shed blood for the human race, why did the human race treat him like this!

This will make the world's human race feel heartbroken.

For a moment, the Ange was a little at a loss.

And most importantly, it can be confirmed in the previous confrontations with cults that there must be one person from the top leaders of Moge.

If these people don’t speak, they won’t be able to catch them.

If this continues, Moge will only become more passive.

"Will we...re really caught the wrong one?"

"Treat the heroes of the human race like this..."

"I've begun to doubt the accuracy of the intelligence."

Two interrogators from the Dark Pavilion stood outside the Dark Pavilion, smoking cigarettes and whispering.

The words were full of doubts.

Until a shadow suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their sight.

They subconsciously looked up and saw an old man in a black robe. For some reason, just looking at the old man's eyes would make people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"hiss..."

"See the Pavilion Master!"

The two of them threw the cigarette butt down and saluted the old man respectfully.

The old man just stared at them indifferently: "You have forgotten the rules of the Dark Pavilion?"

The hoarse voice made the two of them creepy.

They subconsciously shook their heads: "I dare not forget!"

"Mo Pavilion is only responsible for interrogation, not talking, not talking!"

The old man said with some shame.

“I’ve been away for the years…”

"Dang Pavilion..."

“Have it changed?”

"A mere cultist can't even pry his mouth..."

The old man raised his head, looked at the somewhat gloomy building in front of him, and with a sneer on his lips, he pushed open the door and walked in.

The two outside the door looked at each other, with fear in their eyes as if they had survived the disaster.

"Peace Lord...Peace Lord is finally back!"

Finally, the two became excited and hurriedly trotted in and followed the old man.

Standing outside the interrogation room, looking at the aggrieved and angry middle-aged man in the room, the old man had a expressionless face.

for a long time...

"The right hand subconsciously clenched and rubbed it lightly."

"The eyes were distracted."

"Always look around."

"this..."

"Is it what you said wrongly?"

"Dang Pavilion, it needs to be cleaned."

The old man glanced at the two of them coldly, gently pushed open the door of the interrogation room, walked in, and finally gently blocked the window.

About a minute later, a terrified shout came from the interrogation room.

He kept shouting words like "Why?" "Why does the Ange treat the human race's meritorious service like this?"

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man who had awakened seven times became weaker and weaker.

No more strength.

Ten minutes later, there was no sound in the interrogation room.

Until a shrill scream.

"I...I'll help!"

The voice was filled with fear, and the tone was even more trembling from the heart.

but...

"I don't want to ask."

"Just want to test the tenacity of the internal organs of those who awaken seven times."

The old man's hoarse voice sounded in the room, indifferent and without any emotion.

"Open a hole in your abdomen and put this ant in..."

“It’ll be fun.”

Although he was saying such horrifying words, the old man still had no expression on his face.

"I...I'm really a trick."

"You must know everything and say everything."

"beg..."

"Please..."

"Please ask me, no...don't come here."

It is hard to imagine what a tough man has experienced in just thirty minutes.

All there was fear and fear in the voice.

but...

In the room, the old man had no response at all.

"The Lord of the Pavilion...he is like this..."

"Are you interested?"

One person was a little chilling when he heard the miserable sound in the room, and his body was trembling slightly.

The other person had gradually recovered a little calmer at this time.

It seems to be analyzing something.

It took me a long time to shake my head gently: "No, please carefully identify his voice."

"Although it sounds full of fear, it's a little calmer in the trembling."

"Obviously, it has not completely broken through psychological defense."

"If you interrogate at this time, you will most likely get a false answer."

The other man was a little confused and fell into deep thought.

In the room, there were constant wailing.

"I'll come back later."

In the interrogation room, the old man's voice sounded again, and the door opened with slight footsteps.

The old man looked at the two of them.

Looking at another stupid person: "Tomorrow, let's change the department."

"You are not suitable for the dark palace."

After saying that, the old man took out a piece of cloth and wiped the blood stained on his hands.

Eventually, it gradually faded away.

Only the man stood there in a daze, at a loss.

The other person followed with some excitement and still followed the old man.

In just three days.
To be continued...