She thought for a mont, then still couldn't resist asking for advice like this.
"Of course, you can, but it's not really seeking advice as much as it is learning together. I also have information about the Eighteen Levels of Hell from the Immortal Underworld that you can look into."
"As for Lingering Death, it seems simple, but you have to pay attention to the tiny details. For instance, I sealed off her other senses before I made the cut, leaving only her sense of touch. This makes her touch extrely sensitive, magnifying any slight pain."
"Next, the sequence of these knife techniques is very particular, it has a bit of psychological play involved. You must alternate between giving her hope and despair, always starting with hope followed by despair, and then hope after despair in a continuous cycle."
...
The Fairy King chattered on and on, generously imparting her experience without holding anything back.
Wendigo also listened with shining eyes, nodding from ti to ti, and even sharing so of her own experiences, which provided inspiration for Dorothy, who was rich in theoretical knowledge but lacked practical experience.
The two of them chatted more and more happily, feeling as if they had t too late and regretting not having decapitated an Angel Witch right then and there and becoming sisters.
The terrifying words only made the three nearby Angel Witches tremble with fear, looking as pale as death. If they weren't restrained by magic, they really would have preferred to commit suicide on the spot to escape the tornt of these two terrifying Living devils.
Outside the interrogation room, Lord Pan turned his head, looking with so surprise at Euphilia beside him, his expression clearly conveying one thought.
"You say this is your daughter? She's clearly a Demon Incarnate. Such talent not becoming a Demon Witch would be a real waste. Our Demon Realm needs such talent."
The Dragon Queen: "....."
Euphilia was also shocked, listening with her eyes wide open. As an Ard Witch, she had always thought of herself as ruthless, but comparing herself to her daughter, she felt like a representation of compassion—after all, her enemies died clean and quickly under her hand, suffering little pain.
However, Dorothy, is this what you ant by fearing pain, not daring to enter the battlefield, thus not wanting to beco an Ard Witch? It seems more like your enemies are the ones who should feel more pitiful and afraid.
The Dragon Queen was sowhat speechless.
She always felt that if her daughter really went to the battlefield, she might be the type who would scream about how terrifying it is while rcilessly tornting her enemies on the ground.
Hiss...
Thinking about that terrifying scene, Euphilia couldn't help but worry for her daughter's enemies.
anwhile, inside the interrogation room, the Fairy King slapped her forehead, then turned her attention back to the two ladies.
During the interrogation, she had been so engrossed in the process that she had forgotten to ask; no wonder the two ladies had been sobbing, confessing everything. It was a pity she had not paid much attention at that mont, being too delighted eating the "Original Sin," even using two tentacles to silence them.
Now that she thought about it, she felt sowhat sorry for those two ladies.
Um, Red Bean Paste private massage.
The Ho Martial Soul showed a hint of insincerity, then, squinting, said.
"Ladies, now you can confess your sins, after all, you wouldn't want to try this contraption for pleasure, would you?"
The Fairy King casually pointed to a stool beside her, then transford it into a "pleasure" Unicorn.
Um, this torture device is sowhat not suitable for children. Hopefully, these two ladies will be tough, oops, I an honest in their confessions, so as not to frighten any nearby children.
...Ho Martial Soul in anticipation...
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