The Noland Army soldier who led the way carefully closed the stone door of the cell, then followed Aranza's instructions and turned around to leave. This cell does not need to be guarded. If the large and small magic circles in the cell cannot be closed,
Among them, it is useless to arrange any number of guards here for those who are strong in the Holy Realm.
At this time, only Aranza, who was expressionless, and Vera, who was unable to move, were left in the cell.
Aranza was not in a hurry, as if appreciating a work of art, he walked around the cell, stepping through magic circles with different functions.
After a long time, he stopped and his eyes flashed with an undetectable cold light.
In front of him was the center surrounded by radiant magic circles, the only rectangular black crystal stone platform in the center of the cell, and above the stone platform was the imprisoned Vera.
She was lying on her back, with her body spread out in a "big" shape. There was no fabric covering her body, and it was like a flash of white lying horizontally on the pitch black. The mouth-watering tones always make people want to stop. However, above this flash of white,
But there were red blood lines running through it, which were the wounds that were healing on Vera's body.
Countless wounds, large and small, were crawling on Vera's body. They squeezed out some bulges on the skin, but they were tight everywhere. It seemed that with a slightly larger movement, these wounds would collapse again. And Weila
Every movable joint of the limbs is tightly held by a special black iron lock, and the bottom of each iron lock is engraved with golden miniature magic arrays with the same pattern.
Aranza's eyes only stayed on these golden miniature magic arrays for a moment, and she knew that these were the core of the entire cell's defense. None of these golden miniature magic arrays were inlaid with magic crystals, but they still emitted rays of light.
, to show that they are operating, indicating that these golden magic arrays have other driving energy.
Aranza stretched out her finger and gently passed through the light overflowing from the golden magic circle. The light was not strong, but it was not dim. It was inexplicably smooth. Moreover, Aranza found a familiar feeling in the light.
, is Hancock's magical aura. He knows that these magic circles are still in contact with Hancock, and are even continuously receiving magic power from Hancock to maintain the operation of the magic circles.
In other words, any unusual movement in the cell is within Hancock's perception.
A smile appeared at the corner of Aranza's lips. It was only then that he looked squarely at Vera's face - Vera was already awake, but there was a calmness without any fluctuation in her eyes, looking straight at the colorless face.
ceiling.
Aranza's smiling face immediately turned gloomy.
He let out a cold snort through his nose. Experience told him that only prisoners who regard death as if they were returning home would have such eyes. However, at this moment, the soul point that was as calm as her eyes happened to tremble slightly. This tremor
It's not obvious, like a meteor suddenly streaking across the night sky.
But Aranza saw it anyway, because he happened to look up.
He took a step forward, put one hand on Vera's chest, and squeezed it hard. There were so many wounds on Vera's body that with one movement of Aranza, several parts of her chest were damaged.
Blood oozed out. But Aranza seemed to have disappeared, and the hand was still full of interest.
Blood transfer also requires hands to carve runes, but Vera can't move at all now, so Aranza is not worried that the blood flowing out will make Vera almost leave here.
At this time, Vera finally moved a little. Her neck was also restrained by a jet-black lock. She could not raise her head, so she could only turn her head slightly, and her eyes turned to the lowest level and fell towards Aranza.
"Well, I thought you weren't going to look at me."
Aranza withdrew her teasing hand, but instead grabbed Vera's chin. With a little force, she turned her face to face her. Aranza looked at Vera's expression with satisfaction and said, "What should I do for that?"
Only by blackmail will you tell me everything I want to know?"
"Don't even think about it."
Vera struggled to squeeze out the sound from her mouth, her chin was still pinched by Aranza, and her tone of voice changed slightly, but it still could not hide the fatigue and weakness in it.
"That's right."
Aranza, however, seemed quite relaxed, even very comfortable. He took away the hand that held Vera's chin, but returned it to Vera's chest. This hand seemed to be restless, just wrapping up a round ball of meat, casually
Kneading. In Aranza's opinion, the feel is excellent.
However, in this way, Villa seems to be just a plaything that fits Aranza's hand.
Aranza thought for a moment, then seemed to be talking to a businessman and said, "Well, since torture can't pry your mouth off, how about we make a deal?"
Vera snorted coldly and said, "Take your hand away!"
Hearing this, the corner of Aranza's mouth curled up. He did not object or get angry, but retracted his hand with satisfaction. In his opinion, he had succeeded. Instead of violently occupying the woman in prison, perhaps he would only
It just makes the other party feel more comfortable with death. But this kind of intentional or unintentional playing and the look of superiority over the other party make the woman in the prison unbearable. Especially when she steps into the ranks of the strong men in the holy realm, her consciousness is superior to that of a superhuman.
of Vera.
In her words and deeds, Aranza told Vera that she was just a plaything in his hands. Moreover, except for the parts that just felt right to his hands, he did not bother to touch any other places.
What Aranza did made Vera feel angry and humiliated. Once she had these emotions, an old drama of soliciting information from the prisoner developed in the direction Aranza intended.
"Well, then..."
Aranza withdrew the expression on her face, leaving only a faint smile, and said: "I will tell you everything you want to know, and you must let me know what I want to know, how about that?"
However, Vera's answer was to shake her head, she closed her eyes, as if she did not intend to continue paying attention to Aranza, and said: "I have no interest in you."
"oh!"
Aranza was not surprised, but said: "In this case, I have no choice but to kill you."
Hearing this, Vera actually opened her eyes again and looked at the smiling Aranza. In Vera's eyes, Aranza was surprisingly similar to her master, Alpha Lane. The only difference was that Aranza was
There seems to be confidence hidden under Alpha's mask, while there is only coldness behind Alpha's mask.
Vera's mouth moved and she said, "Aren't you going to exchange me for your Fran clan magician?"
"First, let me reiterate, this Fran clan magician is not mine," Aranza said. "Second, I think you may not have much value in Alpha's heart... let alone using you to exchange Li.
Even if you use you to blackmail Alpha, the possibility of him making concessions is very low."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, why aren't you sure?"
"I am a strong man in the Holy Realm!"
Vera actually got into an argument.
In Aranza's view, this argument was completely unnecessary, especially when she was imprisoned. But Vera argued, which can only mean that she seems to care about her status in Alpha's mind. At the same time, this is also
Her weakness, and Aranza could not throw this discovery away.
"cut!"
Aranza showed contempt and said: "Saint realm strongman? As far as I know, before rebirth, you were just a high-level warrior, but after rebirth you became a holy realm strongman. Haha... you are still not important, important
It’s the thing that turns you into a strong man in the holy realm.”
"So what?"
Vera snorted disdainfully, and looked at Aranza with a look full of indifference, saying: "As long as I live, that's all, no matter what the importance is!"
"oh?"
Aranza let out a sound of surprise. He originally thought that Vera cared about her status in Alpha's heart, but unexpectedly there was another twist. She seemed to care more about her life.
Next…
The smile on Aranza's face suddenly turned cold. He did not continue to argue, nor did he give Vera a chance to continue to refute. Instead, he grasped the more important thing in his words. His face showed a little playfulness after the sneer, and said
: "I see, well, you just need to continue living, that's it, right?"
Hearing this, Vera's expression froze, and panic finally welled up in her eyes!
Obviously, this woman with extremely rich combat experience has never been imprisoned. Her defense in words is so weak. So much so that after several attempts by Aranza, she unknowingly spoke out her innermost feelings.
The idea - she wants to live!
"Well, don't worry."
Aranza comforted her in turn. He reached out and stroked her hair and said, "As long as you answer my questions, I will let you live. Look, what a fair deal this is."
At this time, Vera knew that there was no point in persisting anymore. Because if she continued to keep silent, Aranza, who would not get any benefits, might really kill her.
But she doesn't want to die yet, so the only thing left for her at this moment is compromise.
Her face finally darkened and she said, "Just ask."