Chapter 435 Torture?
"If I'm not mistaken, you are Regilav Gaul, right?" Dilan asked in utter calmness.
He stared at the familiar middle-aged man, who was currently looking at the tiny black heart shaped object that lay unmoving in his hands.
"You must have retrieved the heart from the Drakins, isn't it?" Dilan added as a second question while the devilish smile on his face widened as the screams of terror and death from outside reached them.
All the Ascenders were getting slaughtered one after another and that was something the leader of the settlement started to realize as he recalled the identity of the man in front of him.
"You…you are the man we killed with the Meteor shower domain…the leader of the Undying Group…How…How is that possible?" Regilav asked, his eyes widened in stupor as he was trying to make sense of the situation.
"Are…are you a ghost?" He concluded that the only logical explanation for Dilan's sudden appearance was that he had died and risen from the dead as a mere replica of what his mortal body had once been. He had to be a ghost because it was not possible for him to have escaped the Paralyzation Domain and the Meteor shower Domain.
"What does it matter if I'm a ghost or still alive, if you're going to die in a few minutes, either way?" Dilan asked in return and he quickly noticed that they were throwing questions at each other rather than answering them.
This caused him to frown deeply and he activated [Mantle of Elements] to fuse Basic Wind Spirits with his gloves. Afterward, he manifested a bunch of tiny wind blades which he released toward Regilav Gaul, whose arms and legs were cut and sliced through dozens of times.
The cuts were light and far from endangering Regilav's life but he was unable to calm his heart which was thudding wildly.
"You…can attack me even though you are a ghost?!? How…" Regilav screamed at the top of his lungs, which caused Dilan to frown deeply.
His sky blue eyes seemed to turn into blocks of ice as he manifested more wind blades that inflicted hundreds of cuts all over the middle-aged man's body.
"I'm the one asking questions here!" Dilan's voice thundered all of a sudden and the middle-aged man froze in his place. He was still tightly clutching the tiny black heart but he was not even able to think about that object right now.
Only when he saw that Dilan had taken the tiny black heart from him, was he able to react. Dilan had moved rapidly to shoot forward, grasp the black heart and take a few steps backward once he got his hand on the object.
"Nooo!! Don't take my Soul Collector!!" Regilav screamed hysterically and he subconsciously moved forward with the intention to retrieve the black heart that he had labeled as a Soul Collector.
"So that thing is a Soul Collector? I guess that's why she told me that more Drakins will soon emerge on Milarn," Dilan mumbled as he released a strong air current to push Regilav backward.
Despite being a Tier-2 Ascender, Regilav's stats averaged at around 100. Upon adding a few passive abilities and some inconspicuous treasures the middle aged man was wearing, his stats increased to around 150. That was Dilan's rough guess and he was pretty sure that he was not wrong.
This was not bad but it was not exactly something Dilan would consider powerful.
His stats were far more terrifying and there was no way that he would be afraid of facing Regilav. However, the questions he had were more important than his desire to tear the middle-aged man into pieces.
The Drakins could actually become a threat and that thought was something Dilan didn't like at all.
"By using this thing, you'll be able to bring more Drakins over. You got that Soul Collector, Slaves and the Mantras from them, right?" Dilan asked, trying to make it look like the Mantras were the least important information for him while it was actually the most important.
He wanted to make sure that it wouldn't be easy for everyone to be able to use the Mantras that could even kill Tier-4 existences. That was pretty important to Dilan, especially after facing the wrath of combined Mantras.
"Mantras? I have no idea what you're talking about…" Regilav said as he was trying to calm down. He knew that facing Dilan wouldn't be easy. Thus, he accessed his storage ring to retrieve a few things. He wanted to make sure that Dilan would die, which was something he would have to achieve with some external help because his own strength was not enough.
Yet, the moment Regilav moved oddly, Dilan created hundreds of wind blades that were released at once. Dilan didn't show the slightest hint of hesitation as he controlled the wind blades to cut through Regilav's arms and legs.
Regilav screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt endless pain spreading throughout his entire being, just for him to feel a searing heat where his arms and legs had been cut off.
Dilan had sent the Basic Wind Spirits back to where they belonged so as to replace them with Basic Fire Spirits that were used to burn the severe bleedings of the middle-aged man. The smell of burned and charred flesh filled the air but not even his expression changed as he continued to look at Regilav.
"You shouldn't have acted so foolishly. Why did you even try?" Dilan asked, not expecting an answer as he continued to speak, "You should have spoken to me in a calm and composed manner, knowing that you will die either way. At least you could have been spared some unnecessary pain."
Dilan couldn't really understand why Regilav acted so weird since they had encountered each other for the second time. Their first encounter had already been quite weird but it was still somewhat acceptable. However, the second meeting, right now, was even weirder than the first one.
The behavior of the middle-aged was out of the ordinary and Dilan felt as if it was related to the Drakins but he was not really sure if they had such a big influence on the people on Milarn.
It was a bit odd but Dilan tried not to think too much about it.
"Tell me about the Mantras, or I will torture you slowly until you have no option but to tell me everything!" Dilan warned in a clear voice before he added calmly,
"There is no way you can escape me!"
Regilav was already twitching uncontrollably and trying his utmost to escape Dilan's grasp. However, that was far from easy because his arms and legs had already been cut off.
"You bastard!!" Regilav shouted, just to stiffen and shut up when Dilan released a few thunderbolts. They didn't pierce holes in Regilav but electrocuted him which was what Dilan had wanted to happen, either way.
Looking down at Regilav, Dilan was satisfied with himself. The man, who had been at fault for the death of thousands of people in Shiron, was lying in front of him helplessly. He was on the verge of death, and was barely hanging onto his life only because Dilan had not chosen to kill him yet.
"Let's start over again. Tell me about the Mantras and I will kill you after, or speak rubbish and get a little bit more tortured. I don't really care what choice you'll make!"