Upon hearing Chris' question, the black magicians were startled.
This is a taboo issue and has reached the bottom line.
Unlike the Kanna Pot, that's no big deal.
Chris picked up a black magician casually and said, "Answer my question."
The man shook his head firmly: "No comment!"
"Oh, I know it without having to answer." Chris's mouth curved up, "You set up some kind of magic circle on the island to communicate with the Hell Demon Dragon Lotus to receive her orders, right?"
After he finished speaking, all the black magicians took a breath and showed surprised expressions.
What Chris described is exactly what they were doing.
The atmosphere at the scene became dull, and no one spoke.
Finally, Rutherford asked with difficulty: "You observed our ritual in some special way, right? So this battle on Crescent Island originated from you?"
"You can understand it that way." Chris was a little surprised by the other party's wisdom, he could guess this.
Hearing this, the black magicians glared at Chris, as if they wanted to kill someone with their eyes.
"Hehehe..." Rutherford smiled infatuatedly, "I never thought that hundreds of us who stayed on Crescent Island would fall into the hands of a kid like you in the end. Yes, our job is
Collect materials, build a projection array, contact Hell Demon Dragon Crown, and report the obtained holy order to the headquarters."
Now that the person in front of me already knows it, there is nothing to hide.
Chris continued to ask: "I found the remains of a dragon claw in your base. Are you studying the use of dragon body parts in splicing magic?"
"Yes." Rutherford nodded and admitted, "There are studies in each branch base, but unfortunately so far there has been no success."
"The fourth question, what is the function of the summoning circle?" Chris looked curious. This question has been bothering him for a long time.
"You know all this stuff?" Rutherford was speechless for a while, "There is no information about you in the database of the Church of Light. Who are you?"
Chris reminded: "Correct your attitude, I am torturing you."
"I don't know." Rutherford was very decisive.
Chris Longxiao gently used lie detection magic on him.
A circle of green mist hovered above Rutherford's head, indicating that what he said was the truth.
Not even the seventh-level black magician knew about it, let alone others.
Everyone in the Black Dragon Palace has more or less come into contact with the giant summoning circle, but the specific function is probably only known to a few senior officials. Chris should not be able to ask any questions from these people.
"Last question, where is the headquarters of Black Dragon Palace?"
This is what Chris wants to know most.
Rutherford said: "Sorry, I can't answer this question."
"It seems that you also want to try the feeling of being cut." Chris walked towards the other party with a smirk.
At this time, Rutherford suddenly made a strange roar and his pupils were bloodshot.
"Hey, I haven't met you yet." Chris rolled his eyes. Is this being rude?
"Ah~ah~" Moans came from Rutherford's mouth, and then saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were empty, and his whole person became dull and stupid.
Chris thought of the female dragon in the Misty City. It was because he asked about Shirley that she became dementia.
Obviously, the exact location of the Black Dragon Palace is also forbidden knowledge. When a black magician wants to tell others, it will become like this.
I can't ask any more questions, so let's take all these people back.
Chris made up his mind and was about to transform into the form of the Red Explosive Flame Dragon, preparing to catch the black magicians and chase the fleet of the Radiant Mission.
But at this moment, something happened again.
All the people were seen screaming in agony, and their expressions were exactly the same as Rutherford's.
"No!" Chris slapped his forehead and wanted to stop it, but found that he could do nothing.
He simply couldn't stop the black magicians from thinking.
These guys had their limbs cut off by Chris and couldn't commit suicide.
But now, Rutherford taught them a method, which is to actively think about forbidden knowledge.
In this way, they will become dementia and avoid Chris' torture.
In just a few minutes, all the black magicians present became dumbfounded, losing the value of torture.
The day they joined the Black Dragon Palace, secrecy magic was planted in their minds. Once the taboo is touched, all memories in the brain will be erased and cannot be restored.
Chris put his hand on his forehead and forgot about it.
If I had known earlier, I should have taken them away in advance and handed them over to the Light Church.
Maybe there is a way in the church to get valuable information out of these people.
It's too late to regret now. These demented people in front of me are destined to be unable to take them back for business.
Chris peeled off the space rings they were wearing, then ignited magical flames and burned a dozen black magicians to ashes.
it's all over.
When you get back to Powell's boat, tell him you found nothing.
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Chris failed to get any valuable information out of the black magician's mouth, but fortunately, he still got the Shena Pot.
He took the small pot out of his pocket and studied it carefully.
Thinking about it, this thing should be used in the same way as the space ring.
Chris held the Shena pot and poured demon fighting energy into it.
He felt a weak suction force coming from the spout, and there was a dark vortex flowing at the top.
Chris didn't resist and took the initiative to greet him.
A flower bloomed in front of my eyes, and the surrounding scenery changed.
Chris found himself standing in the green lawn, smelling the fresh air in his nose, which made him feel relaxed and happy.
He looked up and saw a small building not far away. It was not too tall and had four floors in total. The walls were painted with red paint, which was more conspicuous.
Instead of going to the small building, Chris decided to check how big the space was in the pot.
He continued walking along the grass, and after about two hundred meters, he reached the end and touched an invisible barrier.
Looking outside, what comes into view is a clear blue sky.
Immediately afterwards, Chris flew into the air again to understand the height of the space inside the pot.
A few seconds later he hit the wall, which was only about a hundred meters high.
Looking down from a high altitude, you can see a little red dotted among the green.
It's a bit like a miniature island. The land below is a circle with a diameter of 500 meters.
Overall, the space inside this pot is quite large, and Chris is very satisfied with it.
You can come here to rest in your free time, so you don't have to stay in a hotel.
The level of this prop is probably not too low, and it must be at least a ninth-level high-grade expert to make it.