What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 291-290- Hell Interrogation
"Devil, well... I don't like this title very much. After all, I am a law-abiding and civilized person. I will give you another chance to change my words." Duomi said calmly.

But Campbell didn't know whether he was delirious or tortured. He kept shouting "Devil!"devil!Go to hell! '

While screaming, he and Tongzhu played the barbecue concerto of "呲呲呲".

He was in such a state of embarrassment and extremely disgusted that he could not look as arrogant as before, holding a long halberd and thundering thunder, listening to my orders.

"It seems that you didn't listen to what I, the Lord of the Underworld, said." Duomi said sadly, and decided to give him a small lesson to make him remember a little longer.

With just a snap of fingers, the scene in front of them changed, and the two of them arrived at the seventh level - Sword Mountain Hell.

At a glance, countless mountains made of pure blades lay in front of us. Sinners with the same bare hands climbed the steep slopes of the knife mountains with their bare hands. Only the palms and soles of their feet were pierced with blood and could they continue to climb up.

And once they miss it, they will be stabbed by the ground that is also made of blades, and their hearts will soar.

The density of the blade ensured that they would not be able to find any intact body tissue.

But don't worry, the underworld with perfect services will reshape their souls so that sinners can continue to work hard to climb to the top and achieve a perfect life.

At this time, two ghost officials wearing Prajna evil ghost masks and long black clothes came over. One of them picked up the dull-eyed Campbell and threw him into the mountain of swords without saying a word. He was beaten for the first time. Tie up like a hedgehog.

But it won't be the last time.

After his soul was reshaped, he ran like crazy towards the top of Knife Mountain, because only then would he have a chance to leave this same torturous purgatory!
And just as he was struggling to climb with tears and saliva flowing out, Duomi leisurely floated beside him and asked the question again:
"How should you call me now? My sad sinner, Campbell, if you can answer all the questions I asked, I don't mind giving you a chance to redeem yourself and make meritorious deeds, so that you can escape from this purgatory."

The heart-piercing pain was poured on his head like a bucket of ice water, making him numb. He only knew that his mind, which was blindly enduring the pain, was briefly clear for a few seconds.

His once arrogant self-esteem was trampled under the dirty soles of his shoes. He turned his head to face Duomi and said with a flattering expression, almost pleading:

"Great Lord of Hades, please forgive me, a sinner who deserves death..."

Duomi showed a satisfied smile. To deal with such a strong person in life, sometimes you can't simply torture their body or soul with punishment, but you have to crush their will, spirit and self-esteem.

The fingers snapped again, and the scene before their eyes changed. They arrived at the palace of the Lord of Hades in the next second.

Like a king who despises all living things, Domi sat leaning on the throne that only belonged to him, looking down at the sinner kneeling under the steps with cold eyes.

The red light refracted by the magma shines into the palace through the arched windows, as if a blood-red curtain has been drawn behind the throne.

"Now, I ask, you answer, understand?"

Campbell nodded numbly. He didn't even bother to think. The sense of belonging to the Reformed Church's organization was not enough to make him not even afraid of hell. He was extremely afraid!
"Your place in the Reformed Church."

"Preparatory bishop, ranking below the bishop."

It turns out that Campbell is not an official member yet.

As far as he knew, only bishops were official members of the Reformed Church, and the others were at best non-staff members of the Reformed Church, but Campbell was already very close to the inside of this organization.

"The purpose of you and the Eighth Bishop coming here."

This question was originally an absolute secret, but Campbell now said it all like he was pouring beans:

"We originally planned to go to the Theocracy of Saint Ifamour to steal the 'Cone of Light', and then wait for the Fourth Bishop in a hotel in the Theocracy. The address of the hotel is..."

"What is the Cone of Light?"

"A special prop between entity and magic. Its only function is to break the barrier of the Night Villa in the Funeral Plains and deal with those who use the Law of the Night."

"What are you and the Fourth Bishop going to do at Night Villa?"

Duomi frowned, always feeling that the Reformed Church was making some big move without anyone noticing.

"Kill Nyx, the owner of the Night Villa and the spokesperson of the Law of the Night, and seize the mark of the night that belongs to the true godhead in her hand..."

Sure enough, it has something to do with the mark of the gods!
"What is the purpose of your Reformed Church collecting the marks of gods?"

Campbell shook his head: "Only a bishop can know this. I have no right to know."

It doesn't look like he still has the energy to lie.

In this way, he had almost all the answers to the questions he wanted to ask, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

At this time Campbell stopped him:

"The great Lord of Hades, can you grant me true death? I have told you everything I know!"

Because Duomi's mind was so busy digesting the information he just got, he almost forgot about this guy. "Oh~ I almost forgot. Come on, take him back."

Two ghost officials immediately came in from outside the palace, took up Campbell's arms and dragged him up.

"Where...are you taking me?! Didn't you say you won't torture me!!"

Duomi shrugged: "My condition is that you can answer all my questions, but you haven't answered them all."

Campbell's expression froze, then became extremely ferocious, and roared:
"Dominique Blofield, I curse you! Curse you to a bad death! You beast! Devil!!"

But Duomi didn't care, and even added: "This attack power is too weak, I still need to practice."

After saying that, he opened the door to Hades and returned to the living world without taking his head back. Campbell was thrown back to the seventh level of Hell by the ghost officials, and continued to suffer day after day...

The flow of time in Hades is not much different from that in this world. When he came out, the long night had passed, and the hopeful morning light was slowly rising from the east, shining on the earth.

Duomi put on his usual black trench coat and walked out of the house. This house was not luxurious, but it was very close to the garrison and could be reached outside the house.

Domi originally wanted to go to Afu or Aurora to explain something. After all, he was going to the Theocracy immediately after getting the information. But he didn't expect that as soon as he came out, he met Shia who was also coming out of the medical tent.

Her right hand was injured and her entire arm was wrapped and fixed in a plaster. It was also wrapped in a bandage and hung under her neck.

"Morning, Shia."

"Good morning."

"How's your arm?"

"Aurora said it's been sorted out, and all we have to do is wait for the nerves to pick up on their own."

"That's good."

The conversation between the two was as plain as water, as if they were talking about everyday things. There was no sweet words but they could still make them feel ordinary happiness.

At this time, the morning breeze blew and ruffled Sia's hair. She used her remaining left hand to tuck it behind her ears, revealing her bright eyes covered by her hair, looking at him curiously.

"By the way, Duomi, what are you going to do?"

Injured people always make people feel pity, especially Shia. Domi couldn't bear to deceive her and told her his original plan after thinking twice.

On the one hand, he couldn't let the anti-social elements of the Reformed Church get what they wanted, and on the other hand, this matter involved the mark of God.

Now if he wants to get a leap in strengthening, he must work hard in the direction of the law, and collecting the marks of gods to feed back his divine history system is the only way.

He doesn't care that Nyx is the owner of Night Villa. As long as it is the mark of the gods, he has the need to work hard for it and kill the original holder. Anyway, he has never dealt with Nyx, so he has no friendship...

When she heard that Duomi planned to go alone, she was not angry. Instead, she stepped forward to step on her feet, smiled and patted Duomi on the shoulder:

"I'm very happy."

"not angry?"

"Why are you angry? You told me honestly this time."

"That……"

"Take me with you," Shia looked directly at Domi: "Illusion mages don't need to fight with their hands. I will be fully prepared this time and won't be a burden to you."

Sia's attitude is serious and sincere. As she said before, she will accompany her wherever she goes.

Duomi smiled helplessly: "This time we are meeting the fourth bishop of the Reformed Church and the owner of Night Villa."

"I'm not afraid, and don't underestimate me. My illusion skills are among the best in the entire continent!"

Domi gave up.

"I really can't defeat you, then when do we set off?"

"It would be bad if people from the Reformed Church find out the clues, so let's leave today! Let's take a trip that we can just leave!"

"This is not something you would say, it's so cool."

Shia and Duomi looked at each other and smiled: "Didn't I learn this from you~"

(End of this chapter)