Chapter 432

The dull, harsh sound of the gears brought faith Freddy out of his deepening dullness.

The prison door was opening to let a beam of light shine into the darkness. At that time, the door gradually rose, slowly disappeared, and finally became a fine crack in the ceiling.

A man showed a black outline in the light.

The outline shows that the other party is wearing power armor, which further highlights the broad and awesome physique.

A little closer, he saw a golden double headed eagle adorning each other's breastplate, and faith Freddy tried to remove his eyes from that thing - which had been his faith, but now became his curse and punishment.

The soldier who turned his back on the light of the emperor tried to stand up. He only supported one knee before he was crushed by fatigue.

Shaking his head, the person highlighted by the outline suddenly chuckled.

"When you took part in the rebellion, did you ever think there would be today?"

In tone, traitor, this is not a question, but a statement of what he sees.

"Star claw, red pirate, hehe, where are your honors and beliefs?"

The voice of the comer hissed, but there was a sense of richness, which was out of tune with the rough and harsh rhythm.

The captured soldier tried to keep his eyes open. The man opposite looked like a very ordinary Legion soldier with a shaved head and a pale face like a dead body. It seemed to combine the two characteristics of "extremely ordinary" and "unique".

His eyes were pure black, with an unfathomable sense of experience that could only be seen in veterans.

On the other hand, from this man, faith Freddy also did not feel the rigidity and enthusiasm of imperial soldiers. Although he had become a rebel, he was also an imperial soldier a few years ago.

The person in front of us, if we have to say something, is closer to the guy who has been wandering for a long time in the eyes of fear.

Looking at the confused eyes of the other party, the interrogator grinned and seemed to have great fun.

"I still don't understand. What gave you the courage to break into the enemy base camp with only a few people?"

The pale soldier taunted, while faith Freddy could only clench his teeth and glare at each other with his eyes.

Suddenly, the light extended in the room, bathed faith Freddy in the ugly yellow light, and made his skin look morbid pale.

"Your wound looks better,"

The interrogator whispered. He squatted down and grabbed faith Freddy's jaw.

When the other party's armored fingers bit into the flesh and blood, the painful expression distorted the red pirate's face.

"I was thinking, Huron's silly dog, do you want to speak?"

The other party's warm smile and cold eyes were on faith Freddy. He was gradually familiar with this expression, because in the two days of being captured, this smile was accompanied by the pain imposed on the body. This man was a cruel torture expert. He was very confused about how there could be such a person in an orthodox War Regiment like the star knight?

But his silence gave Talos another answer.

The son of the eighth Legion in silver gray star Knight Power Armor grinned and said:

"It doesn't matter whether you say it or not. I hurt you because I wanted to do it, Huron's dog."

With that, he suddenly inserted his fingers into the hastily stitched wound on the other party's shoulder and stirred it hard, making the other party make a painful sound.

"Do you remember the question?"

The interrogator asked with a smile, increasing the pressure on the wound.

"Who told you that the voice of Canaan is here?"

Faith Freddy made no sound except for the heavy gasp in and out of his lungs.

"What is Huron's follow-up plan?"

The other party still didn't answer.

Talos smiled again, his expression showing pity.

"Do you really want me to do it again?"

When he faced faith Freddy again, Talos's eyes were like a dark cave like an abyss, and the richness of the sound turned into an echo, like one voice overlapping another.

"We are in our own hands."

Talos said, tilting his head.

"And one of us is destined to disappoint his leader, but it won't be me, will it? Huron's dog."

Instead, faith Freddy grinned, showing teeth with red marks on the edges.

"Is there anything that makes you laugh?"

Talos asked curiously.

Faith Freddy was still smiling, and it looked crazy to ordinary people.

"Do you want to speak?"

Faith Freddy nodded slowly.

"Give it up and it's all over."

Releasing the prisoner's wound, Talos stood up and took a step back.

Faith Freddy spent some precious time mobilizing his strength. He wanted his words to convey his meaning, and he wanted his jailer to be unforgettable.

The next second, he stood up from the ground. Although he shook and trembled, he didn't fall down after all.

Then faith Freddy opened his eyes, glared proudly and shouted:

"Everyone will know the end of disobeying the will of the tyrant! Nathan four will have no grass!"

Then he spewed a corrosive spit at Talos, but the other party seemed to be ready and blocked it with his palm.

Glancing at the corrosion marks in the palm of his hand, Talos looked up at him, and then suddenly drove the air out of faith Freddy's lungs with a heavy punch.

"Bah! Have something more exciting."

After the blow, faith Freddy's eyes lit up.

"Your fist is like a woman. Don't insult me with fancy fists and embroidered legs, or just kill me."

"It's not that good."

Talos slapped his backhand again, knocked out another tooth he had left, and then shook his head to the right of the other party.

"Do you know the definition of madness?"

Talos asked, and then answered himself.

"That is to repeat something over and over again, but want to get different results."

"You don't want to see me crazy, I promise."

As he began to pace around the aperture, faith Freddy looked hesitant for a moment.

"So we're back to the old topic."

In any case, the person in front of him was not like any imperial soldier that faith Freddy had ever seen.

He has the gait of a tramp and the cold and mechanical step of a chaotic Star Warrior.

And according to faith Freddy's experience, this man's behavior and appearance are more in line with the characteristics of the midnight Lord than the star Knight of the imperial fist system.

"You are not a star knight."

Faith Freddy suddenly said:

"Son of the eighth legion, who are you loyal to, that soshyan, or the emperor?"

Faith Freddy knew that the other party might not answer, but he hoped to dig out some hidden truth from the soldier through this temptation.

"Put away your cleverness. It will only make you die in pain."

Talos smiled, his expression contemptuous but not frivolous.

Faith Freddy smiled, too. It was a bloody smile.

"You can't fool me, son of the eighth Legion. You are a traitor to your Legion. You betrayed your Legion's faith."

"Ha, what about your loyalty to the golden throne? What do you believe in now? Traitor, no father and no king."

Faith Freddy responded angrily:

"There are only lies under the golden throne! But you can't slander my faith!"