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Chapter 579: Torture

The number of people in that group was not very large, only twelve. They were sneaky, like rats that came out to look for food at night.

The highest level among them is a seventh-level powerhouse, and the rest are all sixth-level.

The twelve black magicians were all wrapped in black robes and were very inconspicuous in the night. If it weren't for the night vision provided by Reimu, it would be difficult for Chris to spot them.

"Huh~ I can finally take a breath. Those damn holy knights have completely left, right? It's really dangerous. If we had escaped a few steps later in the past two days, we might have been discovered by the enemies who broke into the base."

The seventh-level magician scolded: "Stop complaining, let's think about how to leave Crescent Island and send the news back to the headquarters."

"Sir Rutherford, how about we take turns using floating magic to fly to the nearest land, and then find a way to contact the headquarters?"

Rutherford knocked the speaker on the head and said angrily: "The risk is too great. We don't have a compass to identify the direction. If we lose our way in the sea, when the magic power is exhausted, we will fall into the sea.

Fish."

The black magicians are at a loss as they seem to be trapped on the island.

Rutherford sighed and said: "Forget it, let's go back to the base first and see how many supplies are there."

"You can't go anywhere." At this moment, a red figure appeared not far away.

The black magicians were shocked. They had no idea that there were outsiders here, so they looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a young man wearing gorgeous armor standing more than ten meters away with a joking smile on his face.

The black magicians gathered together like frightened rabbits, scanning the surroundings. They suspected that there were other enemies here.

"No need to look for it, I'm the only one." Chris tossed the dragon roar up and down and walked forward slowly.

Hearing what he said, a black magician felt emboldened and sneered: "Haha, you alone dare to come forward to harass us?"

Unexpectedly, Rutherford next to him showed a horrified look in his eyes, and his body trembled with fright: "It's him!"

The reason why Rutherford was able to recognize Chris's identity was simply because he had the golden leaves of the warning tree in his hand, and he had witnessed the entire war, and had a psychological shadow on the red figure.

"My lord, what are you afraid of? That kid is only at level seven, the same level as you. If we all go up together, we will definitely be able to take him down."

"You know nothing!" Rutherford said quickly, "Quick, everyone run away, one by one can escape."

After saying that, he immediately waved his wand and used floating magic to escape into the distance. The speed was staggering.

The dragon roar flew out of Chris' hand and turned into a stream of red light, catching up with Rutherford from behind and cutting off the latter's right hand.

"Ah!" Rutherford screamed, his forearm separated from his body, and fell downwards with the wand.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning, so fast that the surrounding black magicians didn't even react.

Chris wanted to catch them alive and interrogate useful information from the people in front of him, so he didn't kill them.

Seeing this scene, the remaining black magicians no longer dared to stay and fled in all directions.

Chris looked at them contemptuously, then transformed into a dragon-like form, and rushed away with a beat of his wings.

The eleven black magicians had just flown far away when they were all intercepted.

These people did not intend to give up and used powerful skills one after another.

Chris wasn't even interested in blocking, and let all kinds of magic explode on the surface of his body like fireworks.

Wearing a holy relic like the Dragon King of Destruction, sixth level attacks would not be effective against him at all.

"Why is he so strong?"

The black magicians are simply desperate. Their combat power is stronger than that of knights of the same level. With more than a dozen people joining forces, it should not be a problem to deal with a seventh-level knight.

But the boy in front of them was like a big mountain blocking their way, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't cross it.

Chris stretched out his hand to recall the roar of the dragon, and rushed into the black magicians like a tiger into a flock of sheep, chopping off their limbs like melons and vegetables.

For a time, all kinds of broken arms and limbs fell all over the ground, and there was endless wailing.

With the lessons learned from the past, Chris certainly would not give them the chance to commit suicide. He would first cut the stick into a stick.

Rutherford knew that his group could not escape. He sat on the ground dejectedly, looked at Chris and asked, "How do you know we are still on Crescent Island?"

"I guessed it." Chris smiled, "I was going to leave after tonight, but I didn't expect you to show up at my door."

Rutherford regretted it endlessly. If he had known better, he would have persisted for a few more days and would not have suffered such a disaster.

Now that he has lost his right hand, he cannot perform black magic and is no different from ordinary people.

Of course, if the arm is reattached by medical magic, he can still recover as before.

Just seeing the miserable condition of his companions, Rutherford no longer had any hope.

Chris stepped forward, carried Rutherford back like a chicken, and placed him with other black magicians.

"I ask a question and you answer it. If anyone dares to lie, I will definitely make him suffer terribly."

Chris pointed to the nearest black magician and asked, "Where have you been hiding these past few days? Why can't I find you?"

The man said stubbornly: "Even if you kill me, I won't say anything."

"Oh, really?" Chris stepped forward and stepped on the other person's chest, took out Dragon Roar and cut off the thin flesh piece by piece.

"Ah! Ah!" The black magician let out a shrill scream that echoed for a long time.

The people around him broke out in cold sweat. They were not afraid of death, but they did not want to endure such inhuman torture.

"I said, I said." Finally, the man finally gave in, and his white ribs were exposed on the surface of his body.

"We have been hiding in the Shena Pot."

Chris asked: "Sanna Pot? What is that?"

"There is a big space inside, and there is no problem living in it." The black magician almost collapsed, "That's all I know, kill me!"

"Where is the Shena Pot?" Chris's eyes lit up, it seemed like this was a good thing.

"Here, at Lord Rutherford's place."

Chris looked at the seventh-level magician, walked over and stretched out his hand.

Rutherford groped around in his arms very wisely and took out a walnut-sized object that looked like a teapot. The surface was brown-red and had a frosted texture.

This is a space magic prop, so it can only be carried with you and cannot be put into a space ring.

Chris took the shina pot and put it in his pocket.

This thing will have to be studied later. What we need to do now is to continue to torture these black magicians.

"Second question, what is the mission of Black Dragon Palace to send you on Crescent Island?"


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