The youth looked at Dean. There was some doubt in his heart. He couldn't see any killing intent or hostility from Dean. It seemed that the previous pursuit was an illusion. From the appearance, Dean was definitely one of his clansmen. He had the same black hair, black eyes and skin color. Moreover, he knew that their language was complex. It would be difficult for them to learn it. Even if they learned it, they would be seen through at a glance if the accent was not pure.
But Dean's accent was very pure. At first glance, he knew that he was one of his clansmen.
Is he a spy sent to the alien race? But why would he attack us?
The youth was puzzled. After hearing Dean's words, he shook his head: "We are different from these aliens. Our bodies, hair, and skin are from our parents. How can we let these dirty insects parasitize us? Even if this thing can bring us strength, it's just a worldly possession! Experts say that this thing is a double-edged sword. After the parasitic body matures, it will take away the body. So the end of this road is not hope, but destruction! "
Dean's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. He didn't expect that this was a secret taboo in the giant wall. But here, it was known by everyone.
"So you don't have magic marks warriors and rely on these mechas?" Dean asked.
There was a bit of pride in the youth's face: "Of course, these mechas are the crystallization of science and technology. We believe in the power of science and technology, not some crooked way!"
"There are top kings inside the giant wall. Relying on this level of mecha shouldn't be a threat to them. Do you have more advanced mecha? Or more powerful weapons? "Dudian pondered and asked.
"Of course, this is the lowest level of war mecha. We have dragon mecha and the most powerful wargod mecha!" The youth's face was full of pride. He suddenly realized that he had unconsciously said so much. Fortunately, these weren't important secrets. The people inside the giant wall already knew about them. He was relieved and made up his mind not to say anything more.
"You are one of my clansmen. Why are you inside the giant wall? Why do you have magic marks parasitic in your body?" The youth turned to Dean and asked.
"I have my own identity. You are not qualified to know." Dean smiled. His words were blunt, but his expression was light. "Don't try to inquire about my identity. Just answer my questions."
The young man was startled, and then his heart was filled with rage. Suddenly, his eyelids twitched. "Is he really a spy sent by my clan? If he was a spy, how could he not know anything about our clan? Strange, could he be a remnant of our clan? No, those survivors have long forgotten our language, how could he still remember it? No, no … "
"I heard you mention the word 'expert'. It seems that your history should have recorded a lot of things from the old era, right?" Dean asked him.
The young man woke up from his contemplation and said with a frown, "I can't tell you this before I know your identity!"
"Why?" Dean shook his head and sighed. The next moment, the sharp tail blade wrapped around the back of the troll's neck and extended to the cheeks of the youth. A monstrous murderous aura broke out from Dean's body, making the youth's whole body shiver. It was as if there was a bloodthirsty tiger sitting next to him, surrounded by a sea of blood. Although he had been trained and had been to more than ten battlefields, he was shocked by this sudden killing intent. His face turned pale, and his teeth trembled.
"You …" He looked at Dean in horror. A moment ago, he felt that he might be able to survive, but now he felt like he was being held by a tiger's mouth, and would die at any time.
All the speculations about Dean's identity were scattered at this moment.
"I ask, you answer." Dean stared at him with deep eyes.
The youth gritted his teeth, "If you want to kill me, then kill me. I won't betray my clan!"
Do you have a wife? Think about your wife, children, parents, friends … "Dean looked at him quietly," Is it worth it to die here? No one will remember you. Even if you are stubborn, I can find someone else. You can be stubborn, but it doesn't mean that others will be stubborn. There will always be people who are loyal to their family and willing to sacrifice. Do you have the heart to let your parents not see your body? "
The youth was stunned and couldn't speak. He was still unmarried, but the parents mentioned by Dean had hit his heart. Thinking of the two ordinary faces in the depths of his memory, and the expectations in their eyes, he couldn't help but want to cry.
"Be loyal to your family, and you can be loyal to your nation. Your resistance and death are worthless and meaningless. Even if you tell me, it doesn't mean that you will betray us, because I will know it sooner or later." Dean continued to speak. His voice was flat, but like a magic sound, it drilled into the ears of the youth, guiding him.
The young man sat on the mecha's shoulder in a daze. He slowly regained his senses and took a deep breath. "You're right. Unfortunately …" He smiled bitterly. "Our ancient Huaxia only has warriors who die in battle. There are no warriors who surrender!"
As he said, he took out a dagger from nowhere and stabbed the youth's throat.
His wrist was suddenly broken, and the dagger fell to the ground.
Dean stood in front of the youth, looking at him quietly, "Without my permission, how dare you end your life?"
The youth was stunned. The next moment, the pain of his broken hand made him scream. He held his broken hand and howled in pain.
"Do you know what will happen if you go against me?" Dean lifted his shoulder and brought him to the ground in front of the mech, "I can learn your identity from others, find your parents, friends, your lover, your first love, anyone who is related to you! I can let them taste pain and die, but I can also let them suffer humiliation and live like dogs, begging for death! "
As he said, he bent down and pinched the wound of the youth's broken hand. The strength of his fingers was sometimes heavy and sometimes light.
The youth screamed, and cold sweat covered his head. He looked at Dean in horror. Dean's words filled him with anger and fear. He screamed, "You are a devil, a despicable devil!"
"Your instructor taught you to die bravely for the country, but your parents raised you for so many years. What do you use to repay them? Did you listen to their teachings? You would rather listen to an instructor you met halfway than listen to your parents. You killed them … "Dean continued, and his words became sharper and sharper, like a needle piercing the ears of the youth.
At the same time, golden light flashed in Dean's eyes. He completely mastered the structure of the youth's body. His fingers turned into sharp blades, and the fingertips were burning with flames, roasting the bones of the youth's palms, and constantly piercing the nerves of the youth's arms. The severe pain made the youth faint on the spot, but he was awakened by Dean's slap.
Dean repeatedly woke him up and subjected him to both verbal and physical torture.
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