Torture the hero, why has the Demon King's castle collapsed again?

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"Let's start with the 'Pope's Fall Incident' and the 'Demon Lord's Kidnapping Incident'..."

Eh?

On the fourth demon seat.

Freer's smile gradually faded...

Chapter 368 A Group of Demons Conquered by Mino

After half an hour.

After hearing about the "Mino Torture Incident" that lasted for five months, Freer was stunned throughout Shanghai.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

He looked around in astonishment at the great demons present, who seemed to have grown accustomed to it all, his face filled with disbelief:

"Are you sure this happened in just five months, and not five or fifty years?!"

"Have I really woken up? Could it be... that the Nightmare Mirror is playing a trick on me?"

“That is indeed the case, Your Excellency Freer,” Swell nodded helplessly beside him.

In its view, Freer's reaction was a routine process that every great demon had to go through upon its first awakening.

To be honest, it couldn't even imagine what would happen when the fifth demon awakened.

It shouldn't be any worse than it is now... right?

"so."

With one hand supporting his forehead and leaning on the long table, Freer's mind was in a whirl as he tried to comprehend his current situation:

"The newly born hero, Mino's sister, possesses terrifying strength no less than Mino's; the once-in-a-millennium Holy Body, Pope Brad, was immediately succeeded to the throne by the newly born Holy Body of Vessels at lightning speed after his fall, seemingly a scheme orchestrated by Mino; the entire demon troop mobilized for the hero's blessing ceremony but returned empty-handed, even alarming the goddess; finally, the Path of the Hero and the Demon King's Castle were recently breached, and even the Demon King himself was nearly assassinated—?!!"

When Freer woke up, he felt like the sky had fallen.

"Is such that."

The demons present nodded in unison.

"I understand..." After a long silence, Freer finally accepted this unbelievable reality.

Ultimately, he was a great demon official, and soon, Freer cleared his thoughts and regained his composure:

"In any case, our actions have ultimately forced the human kingdom to reveal many of its trump cards."

Indeed, as Swell said, the powerful among humans are far more unfathomable than we imagine, and it's normal to suffer losses sometimes.

"However, please rest assured, Your Excellency."

Freer smiled slightly at Clytina, who was sitting at the head of the table.

"Now that I have awakened, as the interrogator, I will ensure that the interrogation is conducted in the most efficient way."

“Even that Warrior of Light would have no chance of resisting the plague I conjured with my authority—I am an expert in this area.”

"Your previous interrogations were largely ineffective, but I can see that it's because you weren't good at striking the right balance, so you've toned it down somewhat..." Freer adjusted the dark halo above his head, a confident smile spreading across his face.

"But I am different: while preserving the hero's sanity, tearing apart his limbs, corroding his soul, and plunging him into the deepest hellish agony is all effortless for me—that is the ultimate torture that no human being can endure—"

This stems from the immense confidence of the fallen angel race, who are at the level of great demons.

Even if the tortured humans are tormented into unrecognizable forms, he can easily erase those seemingly fatal torture wounds by virtue of his racial abilities and authority, thus continuing to torture them at the highest intensity and constantly breaking the threshold that humans can endure.

No human being could persevere in maintaining intelligence under such torment; it had nothing to do with willpower.

Thinking that the object of his affections was the most resilient hero in the legend, Freer felt a vague sense of anticipation. But as he watched the hero's bright and resolute face gradually turn towards humiliation and resentment.

While lost in thought, Swell, seated in the second demon's seat, began to preside over the meeting:

"This is precisely the point we need to discuss at this joint meeting."

Sheets of paper flew out and landed on the desks of each demon, binding them into meticulously formatted documents.

"This is……"

Freer picked up the document from the table, looked at the text on the cover, and his eyes widened quickly:

"The Brave Mino Torture Protection Act?"

Somewhat incredulous, Freer rubbed his eyes and flipped through the contents line by line. Soon, his face contorted in disbelief: "What... what is this...?"

"Any stimulating torture that could potentially harm the hero's body and soul is forbidden; irreversible spells or poisons are prohibited; each torture session must be observed by at least three demon officials, who will immediately halt the torture if anything seems amiss; the application of pain and pleasure can only be performed within the explored 'Mino Limit'; any torture method whose effectiveness has not been verified must be accompanied by a test report of at least thirty pages...??!"

Looking up, Freer gave him a "Are you kidding me?" look.

"What kind of terms are these? Shouldn't that hero be our prisoner, our torture target, and someone whose human rights are being violated?"

"These protective regulations are a bit too much! How can we conduct interrogations without restraint?!"

“The situation has changed, Your Excellency,” Swell explained.

"We must do everything in our power to protect the physical and mental health of the hero Mino, so as to prevent the recurrence of factors beyond our control."

That hero is far more terrifying than we've ever seen, and I have every reason to suspect that every seemingly effortless surrender is actually a battle between him and us!

"Even so, this is just too, too..."

Freer looked at the stack of protection regulations in his hand and was still somewhat unable to accept it.

"In short, the purpose of this meeting is to solicit the opinions of all the demons."

Kleidina glanced around the long table and said, "Now we will confirm whether this plan is approved by vote. As the clerk, I will not participate in the vote."

"First, the dissenting votes. Those who oppose this plan, please raise your hands."

Swish!

Without hesitation, Freer raised his hands high, taking the lead.

In his view, how could this completely meaningless plan, a regulation intended to protect heroes, possibly pass? He confidently raised his hand, anticipating the response from his fellow demons.

"Okay, Freer, one vote."

"Voting complete. One vote against."

As Kleinna finished speaking, she glanced at Freer, whose eyes were somewhat dazed, and said again, "Demons who agree to this plan, please raise your hands."

At the long table, Freer's mind was still a little muddled. He subconsciously looked at Fim, who was sitting in the ninth demon's seat.

As a zombie demon devoid of emotion, it's impossible for it to empathize with humans...

Swish!

Taking the lead, Fim raised his hands high as quickly as possible.

“Fim, raising both hands only counts as one vote.”

"Oh." Fim obediently lowered one hand, while keeping the other hand raised.

The angel of plague, Freer, began to tremble violently, his mouth agape. He then looked at Migo, who was seated in the third demonic position.

As the most arrogant horned demon race, and also the proudest demons among magical beasts, they should have some different opinions...

Upon seeing Freer looking over, Migo's golden twin tails swayed gently, and she let out a disgruntled snort:

"Hmph, but don't get me wrong, I don't want that hero to be safe and comfortable at all!"

Freer breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, Migo raised her hand, feigning indifference: "But it would be bad if such a fragile, easy-to-find fry died, so I... I'm not worried about anything!"

Freer's eyes widened.

"Your Excellency Freer, I apologize."

Beside him, seemingly anticipating Freer's move, Swell continued, "I didn't want to either."

With a sigh, Swell knew that Mino was now far more important to the Demon King's castle than any information he knew. She might be the only human who could lift the "curse" from the Demon King, and he absolutely could not allow any major changes to occur.

The book was opened, and each page stood upright at a perfect 90-degree angle.

Freer's throat tightened, and he finally looked at the demon sword on the eighth demon's seat, its tip already raised:

"Apophis...you too?!"

"Hmm." Apophis spoke calmly, "I have a feeling that pushing that hero too far could lead to something terrible. Let's play it safe. Being cautious is one of the secrets to good health..."

"You, you guys?!"

Staring dumbfounded at the unanimous vote for the demons, Freer suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity and disbelief:

"—You've all been won over by Mino?!"

Chapter 369 The Next Victim: Ota's...Princess?

Freer was shocked by the voting results:

Could that hero possess some kind of personal charisma that he cannot comprehend?

She actually captivated all the great demons present, leaving them completely bewitched—

Could this Demon King's Castle... already be owned by the Mi family?

"Please calm down, Your Excellency Freer."

Beside him, the Book Demon Swell offered words of comfort:

"The purpose of this protection bill is actually just to prevent certain irreversible things from happening. In reality, normal interrogation methods can still be used."

"As the strongest hero in human history, and a human who has forged deep bonds with various races across the continent, including dragons, dwarves, and goblins, we now, in this period of temporary peace with our battle lines entrenched, need even more to extract intelligence from Mino and use it to put the fate of the human kingdom and even the entire continent under the control of the demon race—"

"On this point, we still need your assistance as the interrogator."

Freer's expression softened after hearing Swail's explanation.

Although these regulations did impose considerable restrictions on him, they didn't deter him!

He'd stake his title as the Plague Angel on making that human hero taste the most blasphemous plague! He'd drag him utterly down the path of depravity!!!

"Then, Your Excellency the Scribe and Your Excellency the Strategist," Freer asked, his eyes brimming with anticipation as he looked at the two demons at the head of the long table.

"Next, from what angle... do we plan to destroy and attack humanity?"