Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 340 Human Heart
"Name."

"Position."

"One last question. Your name, position, and the specific details of the 'Elimination Plan' - how do you connect those war golems, and how do you determine the detonation order?"

Still silence.

Bang—the interrogator smashed the table in front of him with a punch, gnashed his teeth, stepped forward and grabbed the prisoner's neck, stared into his eyes and said, "Don't think you can get away with it by pretending to be dead! To tell you the truth, Taylor Jones next door has already confessed your true identity, Elmon, the second-level person in charge of the secret envoy!"

"But remember, your identity as a secret envoy cannot save you. You violated the laws of the dynasty by preparing a large-scale killing array, plotted to assassinate friendly forces in front of the two armies, and attacked a divine prince in public. Not to mention you, a small second-level person in charge, even if your leader who has always been secretive comes, you will die! Not only you, but also your relatives, friends, acquaintances, and all those who may be related to this matter will die!"

The interrogator's leather-gloved palm gradually increased strength. He looked at the man coldly as he saw that his breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. He said in a gloomy voice, "Also, you have to understand one thing. Death is not terrible. It is just a shortcut to end all the pain quickly. But under my command, I have ten thousand ways to make you slowly chew on the pain that is far more extreme than that."

He suddenly loosened his hand, and Elmon gasped desperately like a dehydrated dead fish. After half a minute, the pale face finally regained some color.

"So, Mr. Elmon, is there anything you want to tell me now?"

"I, I said." Elmon said trembling all over.

"Very good," the interrogator smiled coldly, "If you had held this attitude from the beginning, you might have been freed a long time ago."

Elmon smiled with all his strength as if to agree, and said breathlessly: "Elmon Elmon is just a code name. In fact, I never knew my real name."

"Friends, acquaintances, old friends. Oh, I will thank you if you can really find them. The emissary doesn't even have a self, so how can there be friends and relatives?"

The interrogator was furious. He grabbed a whip dipped in salt water and lashed it across Elmon's face. "You want to threaten me? You think I can't do anything to you?"

"In addition to your own confession, we have countless ways to find your relatives, including life magic, curse magic, and soul magic. Even if you have the same directional destruction spell implanted in your brain as those beasts, we can still trace back to the individuals connected to you by flesh tissue and soul fragments. Do you think they can escape?!"

Elmon shook his head and calmly closed his eyes. He forced a smile on his broken face and said, "I am the Level 2 leader. This means that all tasks below Level 2 on this line will end with me. I will shoulder all missions and all responsibilities."

"Now, you may do whatever you like to this useless body."

"you--"

"Let's go here first." A gentle voice suddenly came from outside the cell.

The interrogator and the guards turned around and immediately knelt down. "Greetings, Your Highness Michaela. I didn't know you were coming. I hope the scene here doesn't disturb Your Highness."

"It's okay, everyone go down."

"This..." The interrogator looked around the dark and bloody interior and said with his head down, "Yes." The interrogation room was very cold. Elmon closed his eyes, feeling the blood oozing out from the whipping wounds as fine as cow hair, crawling over the eyebrows, cheeks, and temples little by little, and finally condensed into a dry stain on the numb lips.

He had made up his mind that no matter what Mikaela was going to say in person - whether it was coercion, inducement, or appeasement, he would not say a word. In fact, if he had not underestimated the methods of the two demigods at the Burning Sun Legion's base and was quickly subdued, he would have committed suicide by taking poison.

For the secret agent who walked among the shadows and whose life destiny was determined by the will of the gods, such an ending was already destined when he left the nest.

"You are no longer valuable." He suddenly heard Michaela whisper.

"Not only you, but also Marquis Taylor Jones and the New Party officers who participated in the treason have become worthless since the moment your conspiracy failed."

"For the New Party, what Marquis Taylor Jones did was a gamble. If he wins, the elite troops of the Ancient Dragon Dynasty will be wiped out overnight, and he can ascend to power with this greatest military achievement since the Unification War. As for Fam Azra's revenge, it will be insignificant by then, and my father will naturally come forward to help him block it. If he loses, he and all the generals who carried out this matter, as well as the families behind them, will be quickly cut off and used as sacrifices to satisfy the anger of the Ancient Dragons. Maybe the New Party leaders who sit in the Eternal Palace to discuss matters have already divided the ownership of the relevant interests."

"I don't know whether the Marquis was afraid of the consequences of failure, so he colluded with you, or you already had leverage over him, and it was you who helped him get to where he is today. But it doesn't matter anymore."

Elmon opened his eyes and stared with a somewhat confused vision at this godly man who seemed to be bathed in golden light. At this moment, he was actually a little unsure of the other party's intentions.

For the secret agent whose ability is to control people's hearts and minds and manipulate human nature, the inability to judge means that the situation is out of control, and the loss of control is the beginning of complete failure.

"I'm not going to lie to you. You will all die, and you will just die as nameless people at the beginning of this storm. Your death won't even pay one percent of the cost behind this incident."

Mikaela sighed softly, "So, your beliefs, will, and life are not important. What is important are the war golems equipped with the bases for mass destruction spells, the connection methods and detonation sequence you prepared, and the rune keys engraved in your souls."

Elmon's eyes suddenly widened, and the moment their eyes met, a sudden dizziness immediately dominated his mind.

After a brief moment of confusion, all the physical pain quickly disappeared, and in a trance he had forgotten where he was. All he could see was a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers. In the middle of the sea of ​​flowers stood a small tree that was half flourishing and half withered, and under the tree were light purple water lilies.

He seemed to hear a gentle singing voice, but he could not tell whether it was from his lover or his mother. It was also as if a pair of warm hands were soothing his wounded soul, making him want to sleep peacefully without worries until eternity.

In reality, inside the dark and bloody prison cell, a glimmer of soul light floated out from Elmon's forehead, dancing in the air like a newborn butterfly, and gently fell into Michaela's palm.

"Playing with people's hearts is indeed the greatest sin of God."

He gathered the last bit of light, turned around and disappeared into the cold darkness.

"May you rest in peace."

(End of this chapter)