Chapter 1157 The One Who Deceived Me

In the headquarters of the First Army of the 25th Legion, Moret sat in the main seat. After listening to the report from his subordinates, he said, "Take these two people and follow me to see the legion commander."

"Yes, General."

The low-ranking gold warrior answered respectfully, then turned around and motioned for the officer and the other warriors to follow with the two criminals.

Walking on the avenue, listening to the sound of the night wind, the young soldier looked at the City Lord's Mansion which was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart.

"Don't worry, you have made such a great contribution. Not to mention other things, you will definitely not be able to escape the intermediate warrior breathing method." The low-level silver warrior fell back a few steps, came to the side of the young warrior, and whispered.

"Uncle, I understand."

The young soldier calmed himself down, lowered his head slightly, looked at the road under his feet, and walked forward step by step.

In the team, the bound middle-aged officer kept trying to activate his back-up plan to commit suicide, but every time he gathered a trace of shadow power, it would be absorbed by the chains on his body.

"Don't waste your energy, enjoy this moment of the rest of your life." The hidden assassin looked at the middle-aged officer's actions and said in a cold voice.

"I will die, and you think you can still live." The middle-aged officer turned to look at the shadow assassin who was also bound, with resentment in his eyes.

After hearing the middle-aged officer's words, the shadow assassin withdrew his gaze and stopped talking.

According to Lord Kyle's habit, if this person does not confess everything he knows at the first time, his soul will be tortured. As for whether he can fall into the River Styx or return to the gods he believes in, it depends on Lord Kyle's mood.

All in all, this guy is not going to have a good ending.

There was no point in talking to a mortal being.

After hearing the brief conversation, the young soldier couldn't help but look at the masked man more, and suddenly an incredible idea popped up in his mind.

"This guy is so calm and composed, he can't be the legion commander's man."

Keeping this bold idea in his heart, the young soldier continued to think about how to explain the matter clearly in the shortest possible words if he was questioned by the legion commander.

After arriving outside the City Lord's Mansion and confirming their identities, the group went to the hall to wait.

"The legion commander has arrived."

A voice came, and Moret, who was daydreaming, came back to his senses. He looked at the figure at the gate, bowed and saluted, "Good afternoon, Commander."

Seeing this, the others bowed to show their respect.

Sitting down at the main seat, Kyle looked at the two people who were bound, and then asked, "Tell me, how did you catch them?"

Upon seeing this, Moret turned sideways and motioned for the low-level gold warrior to begin the story.

Seeing the general's eyes, the low-level gold warrior stepped forward, bowed his head and saluted, and reported: "In reply to the legion commander, tonight..."

In less than two minutes, the low-level gold warrior finished his report, retreated to the right, and stood next to Moret.

Kyle leaned back slightly, propped up his chin with his hand, looked down at the middle-aged man, and asked, "Tell me everything you know, and I can make you leave this world in peace."

"I said."

The middle-aged man looked submissive upon hearing this.

"explain."

Kyle looked at the other person, his expression didn't change at all, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment after hearing this, and showed hesitation, as if he was struggling with something. Then he said, "My dear sir, I am from the Cato organization. I am following the leader's order and responding to the call to join the army. My direct superior is the commander of the 10th Battalion, Cumberland Rosetiwin. I have thirteen subordinates, namely..."

After listening to the middle-aged man's story, the hall fell into silence.

A few minutes later, Moret stepped forward and volunteered, "Captain, do you need me to arrest them directly?"

"Not urgent."

After saying this, Kyle slowly raised his right hand and grabbed the air.

The next moment, the middle-aged man's expression stiffened, his body bent forward, and he fell directly to the ground with a muffled sound.

Everyone turned their heads slightly and looked at the middle-aged man who had lost his breath of life. Except for Moret and the hidden assassin, the others felt a trace of fear in their hearts.

"I'd rather know what you saw than what you said."

As the words fell, an illusory soul solidified.

"Woo——"

A cool breeze blew by, and several soldiers with weaker strength couldn't help but shrink their necks, trying to reduce their presence.

Looking at the soul with a distorted expression but unable to make any sound, Moret simply lowered his head and began to appreciate the patterns on the floor without expressing any opinion.

Before the expedition, the marshal had made it clear that any means could be used during the war, which naturally included playing with souls to obtain important intelligence.

Although this goes against the creed he believes in, he is a soldier now and must follow orders first.

The low-level gold warrior standing next to Moret did the same. He lowered his head and pretended to be stupid, while silently repeating in his heart that he knew nothing and saw nothing.

As for the bound shadow assassin, his eyes did not change at all, still staring at the soul twisted by pain.

"The last person who deceived me, I crushed his soul." Kyle applied a little force with his fingers, squeezing the somewhat transparent soul, and spoke slowly.

Hearing this, fear appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. He wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out.

At this moment, he understood what the masked man in black meant by the moment of remaining life.

With his soul broken, he will cease to exist.

"It's a little chilly tonight, so use your soul as fuel."

In an instant, the holy flame emerged and enveloped the middle-aged man's soul.

Amid the silent screams, golden light emerged, dispelling the chill in the hall and allowing several weaker warriors to feel a slight warmth in their bodies. However, the fear in their hearts increased instead of decreasing.

"number 298."

The hidden assassin felt the restraints on his body being untied, straightened his wrinkled coat, knelt on one knee, saluted respectfully and said: "Sir, please give me your orders."

When the other people saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes, but then they lowered their heads and acted as background members.

"Tell No. 8 to continue with the plan."

"Yes, my lord."

The shadow assassin answered, then turned into a black shadow, merged into the ground, and left the hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Moret."

"Captain." Moret walked out of the line and spoke.

Kyle gathered a ball of light in his hand and threw it into Moret's body. He then said, "Catch the people according to the list above."

When Moret saw the thirty-seven names in his mind, his expression became serious and he lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Commander."

Looking at Moret's back, Kyle added, "Remember, you have to stay alive."

"Yes."