"Now that we know, we should try to get these people to talk before they come looking for us."
The succubus slowly and deliberately twirled her dagger, while her subordinates discreetly brought her a medicine bottle.
It contains the "Despair Pill," a common tool used by martial arts practitioners and the Demonic Cult for interrogating people.
The secrets behind the "Loss of Will Pill" are undeniable; one has to admit, the person who invented this drug was a genius.
"Just give them the medicine and make them tell the truth."
"You know these old guys. Torture will only make them more arrogant. If they escape death, they'll think they're heroes."
The hall master waved to the side, instructing his subordinates to pry open the jaws of these people and feed them medicine.
"Chirp chirp?"
A gentle breeze swept through the dense forest above the dungeon, causing the leaves to rustle.
A small cloud of fire descended.
Its phoenix beak, as sharp as a crimson hook, pecked at the wood beneath its feet a few times, its dark eyes fixed intently ahead.
"Tell me, what do you know about the Chaos Spirit Orb?"
The prisoners who had been given the drugs began to have glazed eyes, and eventually their senses completely disappeared.
"We discovered a scroll about the Chaos Spirit Orb atop the northern mountains..."
The sound stopped abruptly, and a flash of red light appeared in the pile of clothes embroidered in the corner, as if something was burning.
"withdraw."
Clad in flowing red robes, the succubus, wielding both arms and carrying two wooden frames used to bind people, prepared to charge out.
The red light in the corner intensified, and the temperature throughout the dungeon rose, with heat waves spreading from the center of the red light.
"It's too late."
As the hall master rushed into the center of the heatwave, he tossed aside the pile of clothes with both hands, revealing the brilliantly burning feathers beneath his inner garment, their golden and red colors overlapping.
It was a Vermilion Bird's feather, and his heart sank to the bottom.
"Bah!"
The Vermilion Bird cries out, its voice as loud as a bell that shakes heaven and earth, its sound as fierce as flames that burn the universe.
The piercing sound traveled through the thick ground into the dungeon, and the banshee's face turned as black as ink.
"Damn it! How did they know we were here!"
"What are those lookouts outside doing? They don't even know there's an enemy attack!!"
"They're right in front of us!"
The Vermilion Bird's cry completely drowned out the banshee's screams, sounding as if they were being roasted on a hot coal.
The heatwave intensified, and even the air we breathed was scalding hot.
Without even looking, it was clear that the firebirds outside were breathing fire onto the ground, trying to force the people underground out.
"Are you coming or not?"
In the chaos, someone shouted something.
"Let's go. As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild. It would be too pathetic to die here."
The lord and several subordinates, imitating the banshee, carried the remaining prisoners on their shoulders and led them away, surrounded by guards outside the cell, who escorted them as they left.
"Bah!"
As a group of people walked out of the passage, a huge red bird overhead, which blotted out the sky, accurately spewed raging flames at them.
The men carrying prisoners on their shoulders immediately put down the wooden frames they were carrying and used them to shield themselves from the flames.
The Vermilion Bird's cry grew even more furious, and as the flames aimed at them fell in front of the prisoners, the members of the Demonic Cult gritted their teeth.
"What should we do? Can we break out of here?"
Flames formed a high wall around them, so intense that just getting close enough to feel one's body melt.
In fact, the Vermilion Bird's flames are not just capable of melting flesh; once they touch the three souls and seven spirits, they will leave marks, causing pain day and night if one does not enter the cycle of reincarnation.
"No, even if Suzaku is ruthless, he wouldn't kill his own people."
Looking at the martial arts practitioners surrounding the outermost layer, the banshee forced herself to calm down and took out a signal flare from her sleeve, preparing to crush it.
"roar-"
The whole world trembled as the figure of a colossal beast rushed in from the horizon, its massive body towering and ferocious.
"It's the cult leader's Taotie!"
The hall master looked at the ferocious beast with a human-like head, tiger-like legs, pig-like mouth and teeth, and a tail that was a full eighteen feet long, and his voice was full of excitement.
"How did the cult leader know we were trapped?"
"The leader is wise; he must have foreseen this beforehand, which is why he sent Taotie to rescue us."
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