Chapter 150 Crucifixion and Crucifixion
After more than two hours, John tried all the torture instruments on the priest.
Now the priest was completely soaked in blood, and he lay weakly on the ground, shaking non-stop.
John leaned over, slapped the pastor on the face and said:
"Do you feel the pain of those victims?"
The priest made no reply, but trembled more violently.
His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were staring at John blankly, as if he was half stupid.
John shook his head.
During the torture of the priest, he not only used white essence and blood replenishing agent to maintain the priest's vital signs, but also used extremely luxurious intelligence-enhancing agents to keep the priest's consciousness and mental health.
Therefore, the current state of the pastor is just pretending.
"It looks like it's not there yet." John stood up and pulled the wand out of his arms, "But it doesn't matter. It was just a warm-up anyway. Now, it's the turn of the main course."
Seeing this, the priest finally reacted.
He quickly got up, knelt down in front of John, kowtowed and begged:
"No, no, no! I feel it! I know it was wrong! John, good boy, I was wrong, please..."
John ignored the pastor at all.
At this moment, he was staring at the priest, recalling in his mind the scene with the nun, the scars on the nun's body, and the scene when the nun died.
Hatred permeated his body. This hatred was so strong that it even aroused the magic power, causing John's first and second magic pools to show signs of boiling.
And just when this hatred was mobilized to its peak, John waved his magic wand:
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
"laugh--"
A black-green lightning shadow shot out from the tip of John's staff.
It tore through the air and entangled the priest's body, almost immersing his entire body in black and green.
Immediately afterwards, the pastor's heart-rending wails resounded throughout the entire building.
He lay on the ground rolling and struggling.
But no matter how hard he tried, the pain that felt like thousands of ants eating his heart could not be alleviated at all!
"Clap clap-"
Applause suddenly came from behind John, followed by a hoarse male voice with a cigarette-like voice, "Using the Unforgivable Curse to punish the unforgivable, how wonderful it is!"
Without any hesitation, John directly interrupted the Cruciatus Curse and waved his wand towards the source of the sound.
"Smashed to pieces!"
"boom--"
The red light shot out, but the man seemed to be on guard and used the wand to smash the [Crushing Curse] lightly.
The air wave formed by the collision of magic forces lifted his hood, revealing a rather handsome face of a middle-aged man with a head of gray and messy hair.
"What a pity. You have obviously just learned the [Cruciatus Curse] and your proficiency is not high. Moreover, your magic power is still too weak. There is no way to make this guy feel the despair and pain that truly penetrates into the soul. Let me do it for you. Please demonstrate what the real [Cruciatus Curse] is!"
As the man spoke, he pointed his wand at the priest on the ground.
His expression was ferocious, and anger visible to the naked eye was quickly filling his face.
His eyes opened wider and wider, and finally, even the eye sockets were torn apart!
This is the true sense of the eye canthus cracking!
As a line of bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, the wand in his hand also burst out with dazzling light.
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
"boom--"
Another black-green lightning shadow was shot out.
But unlike John's previous one, this man's [Cruciatus Curse] was obviously stronger.
The black-green lightning had almost solidified, entangled with the priest like a chain.
The moment he came into contact with the 'chain', the priest straightened up as if he had been electrocuted.
He couldn't even speak, his whole body was stiff and he could only keep shaking.
But his expression made it clear that he was suffering unimaginable pain at the moment.
Seeing this, John put down his wand and did not continue to attack the man.
This was not only because the other party showed his overwhelming hatred for the priest, but also because the man was wearing a silver cross pendant around his neck.
The pendant was exactly the same as the one given to John and Michelle by the nun.
This means that the other party is very likely to have a relationship with the nun and is someone from the same camp as him.
"Snapped--"
The man finally stopped casting spells.
He turned to look at John, smiled and said:
"Do you understand? This is how the Cruciatus Curse should be used. Try it again."
Hearing this, John nodded and waved his wand again.
This time, he no longer simply mobilized hatred, but imitated the man's method and began to mix a lot of anger into it.
And this also increased the power of his [Cruciatus Curse] to another level.
"That's right! That's how it should be! Boy, you learn so fast!"
The man laughed maniacally as he spoke, stretched out his wand, and began to torture the priest together with John.
It took half an hour for the two of them to finally stop casting spells.
Because at this time the pastor's will had completely collapsed and he was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud.
The magic power in John's body was also consumed a lot. He sat on the chair, breathing heavily.
The man sat on the pastor's original sofa, poured himself a glass of red wine, and lit a cigarette.
As the smoke filled the air, he showed an expression of enjoyment.
"So... who are you?"
As John spoke, his hand was already on the invisible magic suitcase.
As long as there is anything wrong with the man opposite, he will instantly summon Dobby in the box and let him use [Apparition] to escape with him.
"My name is Michael Shafiq."
Michael took a sip of red wine and said lightly.
"Shafiq?" John frowned.
"That's the Shafiq you understand." Michael blew out a smoke ring, "In fact, Ariana Shafiq, your nun, is actually my wife."
John didn't speak, just looked at Michael quietly.
In fact, there was no need for him to ask. Michael only paused for a moment before continuing:
"My wife, she is the daughter of the Shafiq family, and I am a Mudblood. We met in Godric's Hollow. At that time, she was as beautiful as a rose with dew hanging on it at sunrise!
ha!Of course, I was also very handsome back then!
So our relationship went very smoothly, but unfortunately, her family did not allow us to be together.It would be the same even if I changed my last name to 'Shafiq'.
So, I had no choice but to travel far away and try to do something to prove that I was qualified to marry Ariana.
But the result?
When I returned from my trip, I found that Arianna was trapped in this hellish place, tortured, and even died in the end! "
John stroked his wand noncommittally and said:
"The Shafiq family, where are they now?"
"You want to seek revenge against them? I advise you to give up this idea quickly. You have no chance to do such a thing."
"why?"
Hearing this, Michael took out a cloth bag from his arms. After untying it, seven or eight wands of various shapes were poured out.
"Because I have killed them all! Hahaha——"
As he spoke, Michael started laughing again.
He laughed so crazily that the wound on his eye socket burst open again, and a bloody tear slid down his cheek.