Sere's movements were very deft. Even though he had never served as an executioner in nearly a hundred years, he still took out Medi's internal organs with great skill.
The wound on the abdomen was like a bloody mouth. Along with the spasm and pain of the body, the bloody organs were vomited out.
Sere raised his hand to weigh Medi's entangled intestines. They were like several balls of wool, tied into knots one after another. After pressing a few times, Sere roughly stuffed them back.
.
Medi gritted his teeth. No matter how strong his perseverance was, under such torture, his spirit still fell into a weird trance, and his already pale face became even more pale, like a piece of cold snow.
"Do you have anything to say now?"
Sere asked while scooping up blood from the container and splashing it on Medi's body casually.
Even without sucking through his mouth, the blood just fell on Medi's body, like dew under the midday sun, it quickly evaporated and was absorbed into his body.
Also nourished by blood, the horrific injury on Medi's abdomen was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. But just when it was about to completely repair the wound, Sere stabbed out the hook again, gently pulled it, and once again tore open a shocking hole.
The scars and squirming organs are crumbling.
Medi opened his mouth wide, and a silent whistling sound came from his dark throat. He seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by severe pain. He could only gasp for air instinctively to relieve the pain.
Seeing that Medi seemed to have something to say, Sere thought that his torture was effective. He released the iron hook, left it in Medi's abdominal cavity, scooped up the blood, and soaked his forehead.
Sere asked, "What are you going to say?"
Medi was breathing heavily, and it took him half a minute to try to calm down, and raised his head, his hazy eyes full of mockery.
"What am I going to say? Oh my god, I have so much to say."
Medi laughed hoarsely, "As I said before, I am a nobody, and you, you are a sinful legend, the savior Sere!"
After he finished speaking, he burst out laughing excitedly, his crazy smile pulling at the wound. Medi coughed violently again, and as his body trembled, blood gurgled out of the wound.
"I have learned about what you have done, how should I evaluate it... You are a complete coward, aren't you?"
Medi stared into Sere's eyes without hesitation, "Don't make any messy excuses. Even a bystander like me can read the bad character of you and the incompleteness of your soul from those historical events.
"
Sere's eyes changed slightly, Medi did not repent, but laughed at himself, but Sere did not continue to torture Medi, but listened quietly.
"You are afraid of your father and his power. At the same time, you are afraid of taking responsibility and paying the price of disobeying power. Therefore, you are willing to degenerate and become a mindless weapon, allowing your father to destroy you at night.
The king fiddles with it.”
Medi laughed heartily. Before he was converted into the undead by the regent, he was a scholar who was obsessed with the study of history. After arriving in the Land of Eternal Night, he spent most of his time recreating Eternal Night.
The history of the empire, and from the mouth of the regent, the almost unknown history of betrayal was also clearly recorded.
"I know, I know, you hate this kind of life, but you have absolutely no courage to resist. You actually need the sacrifice of a woman to have the courage."
Medi's voice became evil and soft, "I guess you didn't have the courage at all? You were just using the anger generated by her death to use that anger to numb your spirit for a short time so that you could forget your fear.
What—until it finds you again."
The corners of his mouth grinned forcefully, Medi's exaggerated smile, as if he was an out-of-control mental patient, "I'm right, Sere, if you really mustered up the courage, all this would have been over long ago."
"The reason why you didn't completely destroy the Night Clan is that the killing has caused you to vent enough anger and hatred, and... you don't dare to face him."
Medi frowned hard, the smile on his face not diminishing, "Yes, it's that simple. You don't dare to face him, the one who created all tragedies. You only dare to kill some useless people and show everyone
Man declares, Behold, I, Serre, have courage.”
"Now, you are back."
Medi showed a deliberately shocked look and said in disbelief, "Have you mustered up the courage yet?"
Sere did not speak or take any action, but the backs of his hands, which had been clenched tightly and with bulging veins, told everyone that if Sere had not forcibly maintained his sanity, Medi would have been a corpse at this time.
"Oh...it doesn't look like there is."
Medi shook his head in disappointment, "Then why are you here? It can't be to catch up with old times, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Medi suddenly remembered something. He showed an excited look and asked tentatively, "She? Your daughter? Did something happen to her? Could it be..."
Medi did not continue talking, but laughed wildly. Medi guessed that for a person with a very distinctive personality like Sere, his every move was so good at judging that he almost put himself at risk.
His purpose is written on his face.
A reason that can make a coward walk out of the nest, Medi has understood this plot countless times.
"What are you waiting for?"
Seeing that Sere was still trying to control his anger, Medi couldn't help asking, "Why don't you kill me to vent your anger, so that you can use your anger to cover up your cowardice."
"I would have killed you before I did it again."
Sere slowly let go of his hands, and the raised veins subsided one after another. He rubbed his forehead in distress and laughed at himself, "But before I came here, I had already suffered a lot of ridicule. What you told me
I'm a little tired of hearing this."
"Stop wasting time!"
Suddenly, Boluogo's voice interrupted the attack between the two. He intervened between the two, separating Sere and Medi.
"I don't have time for you to ridicule Serei. Likewise, Serei, I don't have time for you to prove whether you have courage."
Boluogo looked at Medi expressionlessly, explaining like a machine, "You mocking Sere is not inconsistent with the fact that we want to extract the information we want from you. You can continue to curse him.
Non-stop.”
The standing iron branches swayed and receded one after another, and the dazzling array of torture instruments also returned to their original form of snake scale liquid.
Interrupted by Boluogo, Medi looked at Boluogo unwillingly. After enduring the burning pain in his body, he tried.
"Oh? You put away all the torture tools. Are you planning to break me psychologically?"
"No."
Boluogo shook his head and put on black gloves for himself, "I didn't put away the torture instruments."
He added, "I am an instrument of torture myself."
Almost at the same moment when Boluogo finished these words, Medi clearly felt that the burning pain in his body quickly doubled, as if there was a fire burning under his skin, trying to burn him into a corpse.
Blackened empty shell.
Medi's eyes widened, and as he groaned in pain, as if he were hallucinating, he saw streams of fire jumping out of his throat.
"Brogo Lazarus, I...I remember you too."
Medi shouted intermittently, "I also know your past."
"My past is no secret."
Bologo is telling the truth. He trusts the Bureau of Order's ability to keep secrets. At the same time, he does not underestimate the enemy's intelligence gathering capabilities. In addition to his own key intelligence, everything from his past experiences to what he likes to eat.
No matter what type of film he likes, Bologo has always been open to his enemies.
Maddie yelled, "Oh? What about you to her?"
The uncontrollable burning sensation subsided, and Medi was secretly happy that he had hit Boluogo's sore spot.
"From this point of view, you and Sere are really similar. You both lost the most important person to you, and you found your way back, but it was too late. Don't you feel guilty?"
Medi gradually changed in Boluogo's eyes. He lost his sharp teeth, pale skin, and blood-colored eyes. With his words, Medi's appearance became closer and closer to the one in Boluogo's memory.
The important face...
A cold chill bloomed from Medi's chest, followed by gradually stronger pain. Clusters of gray and cold iron flowers bloomed from Medi's chest, covered with bloodshot threads and fragments of flesh and blood.
Chips, and after a strong reaction with the metal, make a sizzling sound.
"How...how could you?"
The familiar face disappeared and turned back to Medi's sick look. He looked at Bologg in disbelief. He couldn't understand why Bologg was so decisive. It was clear that Sere had been faintly trapped in it just now.
Feel it.
Medi guessed, "You are really a cold-blooded person."
"No, this has nothing to do with being cold-blooded. Sere and I do have some similarities, but we also have one very different point. That is, I learned lessons from past experiences and completely changed myself, while Sere still remains.
In place."
Boluogo controlled the iron flowers precisely, and they rotated slowly, like several overlapping blades, slowly and cruelly cutting Medi's flesh into pieces.
"Another point is that she is dead. Once she is dead, she is dead and will never appear in this world again. Anyone who does things under her banner can only be an enemy who blasphemes the deceased."
Boluogo controlled the blood in the container and poured it on Medi's body, causing him to heal himself at a high speed while also inhumanely destroying his body.
"Tell me, is this your secret power?"
Boluogo asked curiously, "By understanding other people's past, and then using words as an aid, we can conquer the hearts of others little by little. In terms of lethality, this secret energy works too slowly, but in terms of obtaining information
Speaking of which, your secret power can almost be activated without attracting anyone."
This time Medi was really shocked, "Can't I hide this from you?"
"Normally, I really don't notice..."
There was a glimmer of light in Boluogo's eyes, and the next moment, the complicated alchemical matrix was mapped on Medi's body surface.
The mutation brought Medi a fear far beyond torture. If torture was just a physical sensation, then the changes in the alchemy matrix were entirely due to the fear of the unknown.
"What...is going on?"
Medi didn't understand that he clearly didn't fully activate the alchemy matrix, but it not only ran on its own, but also showed a starting phenomenon.
"It's nothing, it's just that I broke through the critical moment of your soul and controlled your alchemy matrix. Any changes in the ether in your body will fall into my perception."
Boluogo closed his eyes as he spoke, concentrating on feeling the feeling of completely controlling others. This is an extremely wonderful experience. His own alchemical matrix extends outwards, like a vine, wrapping, swallowing, and dominating Medi's alchemical matrix.
, until Medi becomes an extension of Boluogo's body, controlling him as if he were his own limbs.
Under the infinitely narrow tendency, the power became sharper and subdivided to the microscopic level. In addition to the changes in the ether, even the surge of Medi's blood was under the observation of Boluogo. Boluogo also realized that,
If he concentrates more, even the life-sustaining organs of Medi will be under his prying eyes.
So how about subdividing it further? Subdividing it into the so-called soul level.
Boluogo thought like this, and as the power deepened further, Medi's expression froze, and then became distorted in pain. He seemed to be experiencing an extremely cruel torture, which far exceeded Sere's atrocities. That happened
Deep in Medi's heart, all that remains is the murder in his soul.
The massive amount of ether is like cancer cells eroding the human body, rushing through Medi's body, breaking through obstacles, and finally opening an unobstructed path for Boluogo.
Bologna saw it.
In the darkness of his field of vision, he saw a rising blue glow, with countless lines woven together in specific trajectories, like a circuit board, forming a wonderful ritual structure and a miraculous converter.
Without any means, Bologo intuitively spied on Medi's alchemical matrix.
"No...no, no, no, I'll tell you everything!"
Medi screamed uncontrollably. When Boluogo spied on his alchemy matrix, a strong sense of uneasiness swept over Medi's mind. It was a fear that far exceeded the boundaries of life and death, and was like a fear engraved deep in his soul.
Trembling instinct.
He shed tears in horror, and disappeared into the pool of blood underneath him.
Boluogo completely ignored Medi's screams. Instead, he was immersed in his new discovery like a morbid scientist.
Now, Boluogo has completely glimpsed Medi's alchemical matrix. If Boluogo has the knowledge of Aimu, he can completely copy or even deconstruct Medi's alchemical matrix.
"What am I thinking about?"
Boluogo blamed himself and immediately asked, "Aimu, can you see all this?"
"I can."
Aimu responded, relying on the secret power of Heart Dialogue, she and Boluogo shared their senses. What Boluogo spied on the alchemy matrix was naturally reflected in Aimu's eyes.
"This is a great discovery, Boluogo."
Aimu exclaimed, "You can rely on this ability to spy on and crack the enemy's alchemy matrix, and explore their alchemy matrix technology from the root."
"Is this what scholars think? It's totally different from me."
Aimu asked back, "Otherwise, what are you going to do?"
"I'm wondering if I can force him to use secret energy by controlling the alchemical matrix."
Almost at the same moment when he proposed the idea, Boluogo controlled Medi to make the action he wanted.
I saw Medi raising his hand in pain. It was obviously his own limb, but now it didn't belong to him at all, as if his body and mind had been absolutely betrayed.
No one cared about Medi's happiness or anger. Only Boluogo opened his eyes and looked at Medi expectantly.
In the tears of despair, the alchemical matrix on Medi's body burst out with radiance, and the strong ether reaction rose and roared. Just as it resisted the peak, it quickly declined again.
There was a subtle cracking sound that only Bologg and Aimu could hear.
Medi's body quickly withered a bit, and the expanding ether reaction also became dead. Until there was no more ether fluctuations in his body, Medi's whole body seemed to be drained dry, and his head hung down, as if he was dead.
Aimu asked, "What's going on?"
"It's nothing," Boluogo said calmly, "I didn't control the intensity well and caused his alchemy matrix to collapse."
The alchemical matrix is an important existence engraved in the soul and mapped on the body. Under the protection of Moment Soul Critical, any force that can attack the alchemical matrix can be regarded as a fatal blow to the soul.
Boluogo was not sure whether the so-called soul would be damaged, die, or undergo some other changes due to attacks, but he was sure that it was feasible for him to force others to use secret energy by manipulating the alchemy matrix.
It's just that Boluoge can't figure out for the time being what use this power has in actual combat. After all, an enemy who can be controlled by Boluogo to this extent is probably no different from dead.
But from Medi's encounter, Boluogo realized another thing. He could use this power to directly cause the collapse of the enemy's alchemy matrix. This might kill some troublesome things, or destroy some.
Things are completely powerless.
Boluogo scooped up another handful of blood and sprinkled it on Medi's body, imagining further applications of his ability in his mind.
