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Karenmu gently placed Father Molochscreens on a sturdy chair with his mechanical arm. He then took out a pair of high-tech handcuffs and ankle restraints, quickly and professionally securing the priest. The precise movements of the mechanical arm almost made one overlook the intense gaze of loyalty and reverence behind him.
John took a folding chair and sat across from the priest with a calm but firm expression in his eyes, like an immovable rock.
Alixia stood on the side of the priest, her face tense, her eyes revealing deep disgust and anger. She held a shiny star dart gun, ready to act at any moment.
Taktron was busy operating his multifunctional terminal. The screen displayed the priest's life index and other relevant data, ensuring that he showed no signs of lying during the interrogation.
Alixia glanced impatiently at John and gritted her teeth, saying, "Didn't we agree that I would interrogate him?" Her tone was filled with resentment.
As soon as the words fell, she fiercely threw a punch at the priest's bald head. Father Molochscreens instantly woke up from unconsciousness, looking around in panic, not yet realizing what had happened.
Alixia tightly gripped the priest's neck with one hand, cursing him in sharp and angry Elvish. Her eyes seemed to want to burn the priest to ashes from the inside out.
John then stood up leisurely, dragged a chair next to the priest, and sat down. He leaned close to the priest's ear and said in a low and calm voice, "I am John. We brought you here to ask what interesting things your congregation has been up to lately."
John's words were calm, but conveyed an undeniable sense of authority. His gaze met the priest's, like a sharp blade attempting to dissect the priest's soul.
The priest's eyes moved from Alixia's face to John. He could feel that each person before him had enough reason and capability to make him suffer. He took a deep breath, considering whether to speak. However, he knew in his heart that facing such an opponent, lying might be more dangerous than remaining silent.
The priest had a solemn expression on his face and spoke with a deep sense of grievance, saying, "You have misunderstood. I am just an ordinary priest, a loyal follower of the empire. All I do every day is to save people's souls and guide them towards the light. How could a devout believer like me possibly engage in any rebellious behavior?"
He squinted as if trying to read something from their faces. "You are from the Judgement Court, aren't you? Oh, those people, they are simply a bunch of lunatics! They like to arrest people for no reason, just like mad dogs randomly biting people. It's really worrying."
The priest made a pained expression, shook his head, and continued, "You must be careful, the people in the judgment court are not good people. They always talk about justice, but in reality, they do all sorts of unspeakable things in secret. Don't be misled by them and wrong someone like me who has always behaved well and served society."
Just as his words were about to turn into a long discourse, Alixia suddenly impatiently interrupted him. She fiercely punched the priest's right cheek, and the force directly knocked out three of his teeth. The priest made a muffled groan, covered his face, and couldn't speak for a moment.
"Will you continue to play dumb like this?" Alixia asked coldly.
The priest was obviously stunned. His swollen face was now a mix of tears and mucus, making him look particularly pitiful. He coughed and struggled to say, "Please... please spare me. I have a family too. I have an elderly mother to take care of, and a younger brother still in school. I'm just an ordinary priest trying to make a living with my words. It's all fate, it has nothing to do with me."
"If you continue to treat me like this, how can I face my followers in the future? How can I continue to survive in this miserable world?" The priest's voice carried a kind of desolation, as if hoping to touch Alixia's tenderness.
Alixia did not hesitate at all, raising her hand coldly and forcefully slapping the priest's face several times. The sound of "smack, smack, smack" echoed in the empty room, and the priest's head shook as if he were a spinning top losing balance.
Alixia's eyes were cold and stern as she approached the bound priest once again, gently playing with his cassock as if searching for some texture or clue.
"For the sake of whichever deity, please spare me. I am just a person of faith seeking redemption for my soul," the priest pleaded, with a pitiful look in his eyes, even with a hint of tears shimmering in the corners.
Alixia smiled, but her smile was like ice in the midst of winter, piercing and indifferent.
"Gods? The one you believe in is nothing but a false deity leading people towards destruction and chaos. You say you seek redemption for your soul? Ha, what worth is there to redeem in a soul that has fallen into the hands of The Chaos Sect?"
She raised her hand and lightly touched the priest's cheek with her star dart gun, making him feel the cold metal and the impending threat.
"You don't need to preach to me, Father. I won't have any sympathy for you. Your deceit and pretense are nothing but a childish performance to me." She turned to look at John and Karenmu standing silently beside her, as if seeking if they had a more effective way to deal with the prisoner.
"You may not understand, but let me explain. I can start from here and eliminate every member of The Chaos Sect one by one until I find the answers I seek. Your followers, your loved ones? To me, they are nothing but obstacles. "Alixia" continued coldly, her eyes like frozen ice lakes.
"So, if you have even a shred of reason, a shred of humanity, you better start telling the truth. Otherwise, I will make you personally experience what true chaos and suffering really mean."
Her voice finally became serious, and the cold determination was evident in every word she spoke. The priest's expression changed, finally understanding how resolute the woman in front of him was. Even though he was a priest of the chaotic god, he couldn't help but feel fear.
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