Bad news would always grow wings.
The first time the newly formed Alliance Squadron took action, they met with failure. The last news the Alliance Squadron sent back was that all three Alliance Squadron battleships had been sunk.
In less than half an hour, all the major churches in Vila Nova Dônia received this news.
And then, as if a single spark had been added to boiling oil, the situation instantly exploded.
Some were clamoring for war, some were actually preparing for war, and some were already on the way to war … At this critical juncture, how could the various factions in Vila Nova Dônia possibly retreat? Of course, they wouldn't retreat.
This was especially so since it was already the end of November in the Aishi Empire. It was about time for the year's contribution points to be calculated. The appearance of an Evil God and powerful Evil God's creation would be an opportunity for certain individuals and Gods to strive for year-end bonuses and achievements.
"… You're still not willing to talk? Perhaps you don't even want your remaining fingers anymore … "
In a secret room within the Alliance Squadron headquarters, the three adventurers who had brought back the information had been taken into custody at the same time as the incident.
After confirming that this was a well-planned and well-prepared ambush, the adventurers who had been enjoying themselves in the casino were sent to this secret room filled with all sorts of torture tools. Instead of the casino's rabbit-eared waitress, they were treated by a smiling torture expert whose face was covered in scars.
Scissors, broken limbs, howls of pain, used syringes, dazed interrogators who were foaming at the mouth, unlucky adventurers who were covered in blood and on the verge of death, and bystanders who were so terrified that their lower bodies stank. This was a real and cruel torture room, and the anxious executioners didn't show any mercy.
Especially on the other side of the glass wall, there were several well-dressed big shots who were watching attentively. In the past, they always wore benevolent and harmonious smiles in public, but now they looked indifferent.
But what made the interrogators and spectators rather suspicious was that these adventurers were abnormally tight-lipped. Even at this stage, they still didn't know anything.
They didn't say anything and first killed one adventurer, then unreasonably crippled the other adventurer. The adventurer who was scared half to death (and appeared to be the weakest adventurer) was given the torture tools, and then waited for the adventurer to break down and talk. At this time, the information obtained would be more reliable. This was an old method of forceful interrogation.
But this time, although it was still the same method, the interrogators were willing to cripple the adventurers in order to obtain information. At this stage, even the most experienced secret service personnel would know that there was no hope for them to leave this place safely, so their attitude would be somewhat different.
"I really don't know anything!"
"… I beg you, please let me go! I'm here to join the mission! I went there after I accepted the mission, and then I reported the cultists when I saw them. I don't know anything. "
In the interrogation room, the adventurers, the adventurers, the adventurers, and the adventurers, the adventurers and the adventurers and adventurers.
The adventurers of the Adventurers were the adventurers of course, and the adventurers, the adventurers, and the adventurers....
The atmosphere of uneasiness began to spread. The main fleet had led the main force into a trap that had been carefully prepared by someone else. The information and exploration that they had obtained beforehand were all fake. It was like a joke.
"… I didn't betray you! If I betrayed you, why would I come back here to die? That was really just an ordinary mine. When I went down, I did indeed see an evil adventurer. It wasn't the Eye of Wisdom. It was a new Evil God whose symbol I've never seen before. That's our target this time. "
A middle-aged ratman with a friendly expression was still insisting.
He had short gray hair that had been oiled, and his gray dragon-scale suit was covered in scars. However, he had cleaned it up quite well. On the table in front of him, there were all sorts of weapons that could be used as weapons: a walking sword, a dagger, a poisonous whip, a tail, and so on. He was dressed as a completely unarmed pedestrian, yet the adventurers managed to find 21 weapons.
Hanks Feng, nicknamed "The Hidden Plague," was powerful and dangerous. He was a mercenary hired by the Radiance Scroll. However, he was deeply trusted by the Holy Church's headquarters. He was one of the earliest adventurers of the Radiance Scroll, and was one of the Holy Church's mid-level leaders. He had even trained several ace descenders.
His position wasn't the highest, but he was the most experienced. He was powerful and had a scheming personality. He was the head of the Radiance Scroll's information network in this area, as well as the person in charge of all the investigations before this operation.
All the plans for this operation had been designed based on his information. Now that the operation had fallen into a trap, he had become the focus of interrogation.
There was no need to use torture on him, as there was no need to, nor would there be any effect. Right now, he was smiling wryly. He knew that if things continued like this, it would be meaningless no matter how he tried to explain himself. Perhaps he wouldn't even need to be tortured. He would simply be beheaded.
But right now, he truly had no way to explain himself. If his subordinates had made such a mistake, they would definitely have been killed first before investigating.
If it weren't for the fact that he had gone to the frontlines to investigate the scene in order to ensure the authenticity of his information, he would have suspected that someone was plotting against him.
Although the complete Evil God Transformation and Desecration of an entire area didn't cause an earth-shattering commotion, it definitely wasn't something that could be done in ten days or half a month. His subordinates had reported that there were no problems at all, and he himself hadn't found any problems at all. This was inconceivable.
"… I've been through so many storms, but I never thought that I would still fail in such a small pond. I'm still … too old. "
Hanks sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't want to give any meaningless explanations.
Since he was familiar with his current boss's methods, he already knew what was going to happen to him. Ironically, he was the one who had taught Harloys how to think and act.
Meanwhile, in the next room, the Radiance Painting's "Voice of Luster" Pheles was the current city lord of Vila Nova Dônia, as well as a former subordinate of Hanks. After much hesitation, he finally made a decision … a decision to die.
"We need to prepare for the second wave of attacks and reinforcements. Our time is just as precious as a bag of water in the desert. Find an undead mage, shatter his soul, and search for all the clues. "
The moment he said this, the other board members all had cold expressions. Perhaps they were all secretly waiting to see a good show, but they were all rather astonished.
No matter what the reason was, the Radiance Painting would definitely take responsibility for such an incident. However, they could also wait until the situation was clear before investigating further. But now, the Radiance Painting directly gave them a proper explanation.
This wasn't a procedural execution, as the situation wasn't clear at all. Instead, it was a real death sentence. The Radiance Painting would use this as a way to obtain the forgiveness of the other churches who were all anxious.
"See, we've also lost a high-level member. Now that everyone is injured, can we calm down and deal with this together?"
In Pheles' eyes, this was the most efficient way to protect the church's dignity and reach an agreement. That was why he chose this method.
Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, old Hanks suddenly laughed out loud.
"Ha, his craftsmanship is quite similar. He's truly a good disciple of mine."
Similar to who? Similar to himself.
Just now, his God had sent him a short message from Pheles. It was only six words: "Teacher, rest in peace."
He sighed again and greedily glanced at the table filled with various murder weapons. This caused the interrogators and the audience behind the mirrors to become nervous.
"It's such a pity that I can't have another puff …"
Actually, the ratman was looking at the smoking pipe filled with tobacco leaves.
* Bang! *
The door to the interrogation room suddenly opened, attracting everyone's attention.
A rather tall golden-haired elf walked in.
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