Chapter 1026: Aaron is occasionally burned at the stake (often occasionally)

Chapter 1026: Aaron is occasionally burned at the stake (often occasionally)

The story of Madam Shirley was only spread in a small circle on Fishman Island. The Future Devil was only interested in an interesting future and would not show up every time to force the mermaid to sleep and borrow her body.

The only one who didn't pay a price for signing a contract with the future devil to gain power was Shinobu Kocho. The other creatures could only pay with their own body parts because the future was not interesting enough.

Some lost their eyes, some lost their limbs, and some lost their loved ones. The devil is not a philanthropist and will not wholesale his power to others.

Fortunately, mermaids can coexist peacefully with future demons. The demons will not harm mermaids, and Mrs. Charlie does not have to worry about losing herself. The demons do not even look down on the mermaids' fragile bodies.

The outside world has started to make a big fuss because of the information revealed by Tianmu. Now the only person involved who can be found at the first time is Aaron who is imprisoned in Push City.

Poor Aaron’s navy bounty was less than 100 million, and he was defeated by a young man who had just been out to sea. His fellow tribesmen who lived with him were either killed or escaped or imprisoned.

Because of Tianmu's constant spoilers, Aaron was imprisoned on the sixth floor of the prison with a group of disappeared pirates. It is not difficult to see how much the prison authorities value him.

"You in the sky do not take any force seriously. You must have a secret that we don't know."

Hannibal has been in a bad mood recently. His official position has stagnated and he cannot move up a step. Magellan, who is above him, is suppressing him very much. When will he be able to make a breakthrough?

In order to gain merit quickly, Hannibal has only one option, which is to use various means to pry open the mouths of the cultists and let the truth about the cult be revealed to the world.

Ordinary torture was no longer able to pry open Aaron's mouth, so Hannibal could only find different ways to torture Aaron and his people.

Hannibal rapped his knuckles on the volcanic rock interrogation platform, sending up a few sparks, and through the steaming heat waves, he could see the chained merfolk secreting protective mucus - this was the instinct of aquatic races to cope with high temperatures.

The pearly liquid was now dripping down the bluish-gray scales, making a sizzling sound on the hot ground.

"Do you know why we chose the Burning Hell?" He turned the knob on the rack, and the twelve iron chains inlaid with seastone immediately straightened.

Aaron was pulled into a large letter shape suspended in the air, with his tail fin only half a meter away from the magma pipe below. "The pain nerves of you deep-sea creatures will become several times more sensitive in a dry environment."

The dark red soldering iron hung from the ceiling with a pungent smell of sulfur. It was an interrogation tool specially made by the Scientific Research Department of Advance City. The surface of the volcanic rock was covered with honeycomb-like pores and could continuously release a high temperature of 600 degrees.

When the tip of the soldering iron touched the merman's left shoulder, blue-purple smoke suddenly rose - the calcium carbonate components in the scales were decomposing violently.

"The first question," Hannibal looked at the soaring temperature on the scale, "where is the cult's lair?"

He deliberately tilted the branding iron fifteen degrees to allow more heat to penetrate into the gap between the shoulder blades. Aaron's pupils instantly shrank into vertical lines, and the gill slits on his neck opened and let out a hissing sound, which was a frequency of pain unique to the underwater race.

The fishman Aaron's body was extremely dehydrated. After being tortured for many consecutive days, his spirit was on the verge of collapse. "Kill me, kill me quickly..."

The fishmen only have racial discrimination in their minds and don't even have the ability to tell lies. Aaron now regrets very much that he did not learn the skills of lying from the little thief.

He could only keep repeating that he was not a cultist, and that the Aaron revealed by Skyrim was not the same person as the Aaron in reality, but such remarks would only lead to Hannibal's even more crazy interrogation.

Hannibal interrogated other merfolk. Some of them followed Aaron to the East China Sea. A large number of them were captured by the navy, and these merfolk became the targets of torture one after another.

Aaron watched as his former good brothers were tortured to death in front of him. Some bled to death, some were fried in oil, and some were sliced ​​into pieces and fed to the jailer beasts.

Aaron's hatred for humans is growing day by day. He sighs that he has no power now and can only be a lamb to be slaughtered, being interrogated by Hannibal over and over again.

Hannibal would not let Aaron die easily. Every time he was seriously injured, he would arrange for a doctor to treat him to ensure his vital signs and keep him on the basic survival line.

"Aaron, as long as you cooperate with the World Government and betray the cult behind you, the Celestial Dragons can double the reward you get from the cult." Hannibal turned the gears to continue to increase the temperature. He didn't believe that a flesh and blood body could withstand torture.

The fishman Aaron was dehydrated over and over again, and was almost soaked directly in the magma. The high temperature was more effective and painful for the sea creatures than the humans.

"Kill me if you dare. I will make you pay the price, definitely..."

Before Aaron could finish his words, he fainted due to severe dehydration. A large amount of fluid in his body was lost, causing the fish man to be in danger of death. If he was not given water in time, he might turn into a dried fish corpse at any time.

"You're still talking tough. The deadline given by the World Government is almost here, but there's been no progress at all." Hannibal felt like all the strength in his body had been drained, and he sat powerlessly on the chair in the control room.

The Jailermon approached the half-dead Arlong, lifted him onto his shoulders, and headed for the prepared pool of seawater.

As long as the merman is soaked in sea water again, his dehydration symptoms can be effectively relieved. A race born for the sea should naturally live in the sea.

The mermen's delusion of going ashore and enjoying the real sun is truly wishful thinking. They are stinking and only fit to stay in the sea. Only humans can rule the land.

Hannibal is a very good hidden racist. He will more or less show leniency to human prisoners, but if he encounters prisoners of other races, he will be sorry and can only wish for the best.

After soaking in the sea water, Aaron was still in a state of suspended animation. The jailer beast threw him back to the sixth-floor prison to let this diehard recover temporarily. Hannibal would then continue to torture him and try to pry open the cultist's mouth.

"It's really pitiful that he is still alive after being beaten like this"

"How glorious you are on the sky, how miserable you are in reality, it's really sad"

"Does the smell of the murloc corpses taste the same as that of sea fish? I haven't eaten for a long time and I want to try it."

You, the great pirate imprisoned in the sixth-floor prison, are speechless, sneering and mocking Arlong who was implicated by the Sky Curtain, saying that the weak deserve to be dominated by the strong.

Ace's hands and feet were bound with seastone chains. He remained silent, and he had some sympathy for the other prisoners who were being tortured.

Barrett is still suffering from physical pain next door, Aaron is in a coma due to dehydration and fake death, and confused Ace is looking at the prison ceiling. The three unlucky guys who were spoiled by the sky may all have a "bright future"