Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Rolls-Royce has a mission.

His task was to torture the prisoners. This kind of job was simply a gift to Rolls-Royce. He expressed his gratitude to Su Nian in his heart more than once.

Is there anything better than chatting with a bunch of little snacks?

Su Nian finally used the building upgrade scroll on the Dark Dungeon, and now the speed at which the Painful Prison can stack the [Pain] buff has increased dramatically.

Creatures imprisoned in the Black Prison will continue to suffer mental torture and gain a layer of pain every half day. Each layer of pain increases the pain sensation by 10%, with a maximum of 10 layers.

Players don't know that the pain immunity they are proud of is about to become useless.

That's what Medraco thought.

The black dragon wanted his help in making the gun, but he would not give in. The worst he could do was to die. Anyway, he only had 10% pain sensitivity, and he would not frown even if his fingers were cut off.

"Little snack, I'm here to talk to you again."

The majestic brass dragon climbed near the cage. He signaled the kobold guard next to him to open the cage, then lowered his head slightly and got in.

"Despicable monsters, give up. I won't tell you anything. The soldiers of the beautiful country can only die standing, not sitting down!"

Rolls-Royce has never heard of any beautiful country, but this does not hinder his torture.

At this moment, the obsidian next to the door of the Black Prison of Pain has written "four" in the common Chinese language of mainland China, which means that the mental influence of the Black Prison of Pain has reached the fourth level.

As the core subordinate of the Black Dragon, he is the same as the leaders of monsters like Polikri.

Rolls-Royce also knows the special functions of each building in the dungeon.

He knew in his heart that a 40% increase in pain was enough to make the humans inside know everything.

"I am a kind brass dragon."

Rolls-Royce stood in front of Medrac and said.

"So, even if it means interrogating my enemy, I will give him enough autonomy."

"Now let's play a counting game. You have to count from one to a thousand. Of course, you can also choose not to play this game. The price is..."

"Crack-" Rolls-Royce stretched out its sharp dragon claw and directly cut off one of Medrac's toes.

"Uh-huh..."

The intense pain hit Medlaco's brain like a heavy punch, and he was completely stunned in the severe pain.

"How could it be...how could it hurt so much...I obviously only have 10% pain sensation..."

"Damn it! What did you monsters do to me!"

"Jiejiejie..."

Rolls-Royce is very happy.

This was the first time that someone took the initiative to say two more words after he said one sentence.

It seems that the prisoner in front of me is a very good companion.

"I don't know what you mean by 10% pain, but since you are imprisoned here, for now, the pain in your body has been increased by 40%. It is now nine o'clock at night, and in three hours, it will be It will be raised to 50%.”

"Wha...what?"

Medraco's eyes widened in shock.

Can you still play like this?

So what other advantages do their players have besides resurrection?

Rolls-Royce will not give Medraco time to doubt his life.

"You should keep counting, little snack~"

"Crack-" Another toe was torn off.

Medraco's expression changed drastically and he howled like a pig.

"Start quickly and count!"

"one……"

Medraco had no choice.

His face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he finally surrendered and counted "one".

"Your voice is too low, it's not enough! Make your voice louder and count again!"

"Crack-" Blood began to spread on the obsidian floor of the dungeon.

"all!"

Medraco gritted his back teeth and endured the severe pain, almost roaring and counting.

"Who are you roaring at? Pay attention to your identity as a human being. Standing in front of you is the great dragon Rolls-Royce, the first attendant of the Dark King!"

"Click-"

"Uh-huh - kill me! If you have the guts, kill me. What's the point of torturing me? I obviously did everything you wanted!"

Facing Medraco's hoarse roar.

Rolls-Royce had no expression on his face, stretched out his dragon claw, and made a "click" sound. This time, it was one of Medraco's fingers that was torn off.

In the cell next door, Yu Zhiyong felt cold all over and shrank back into the dark corner.

He is familiar with the torture method next door.

And he just broke off Freya's fingers... The guy next door was even more ruthless and cut them off by the roots. How painful would that be?

Half an hour later.

Dozens of fingers or toes are already in the barrel on one side.

Medraco's expression collapsed, with drool hanging from the corners of his mouth, and he looked up at the ceiling of the dungeon. The pupils in his eyes were dilated, and the whole eyes were dim.

His toes and fingers had been pulled clean by the Rolls Royce, but that was not the end.

"Tsk, this is really troublesome. Why do you humans only have 21 fingers?"

Rolls-Royce muttered as he cast a healing spell on Medraco, and soon the broken finger grew back.

"Answer my questions now, little snack~"

"What is 1000-7 equal to?"

"...993...993?" Medraco murmured unconsciously.

"Very good, congratulations on your correct answer! The reward is to keep ripping off your finger~"

"Click-"

Medraco's voice was hoarse and it was difficult to even speak. He opened his mouth wide and stared, but he could only make a difficult "ho ho" sound.

"I'm willing to help you make weapons. I'm willing to say anything. Please let me go... don't torture me anymore..."

"No, you don't want to yet."

Rolls Royce shook his head.

"You still have many unanswered questions. You don't want to help us make weapons at all. You just want to get through now. You are a selfish person. You only have yourself in your heart."

"..."

Medraco was on the verge of tears.

He was going crazy.

The dragon in front of me is not making sense at all.

"The night is long and we continue to talk..."

"Tell me about your origins, what you did before, what stories happened to you, how many people you have under your command, why you are neither afraid of pain nor afraid of death..."

"Of course you can also choose not to answer my question. If you don't answer I will put this little cutie in your ear~"

As Rolls Royce spoke, he picked up a twisting centipede from somewhere.

This centipede is pitch black all over, with teeth and claws spread out, and its sharp teeth open and close to make a "creak" sound. It's not easy to mess with at first glance.

"Just a little reminder."

Rolls-Royce smiled grimly.

"If this red blood centipede bites into the fragile ear canal, the pain will reach the nerves as quickly as possible..."

"The pain is about five times that of pulling out your fingers and toes~"