readsfreenovel Chapter 491 Torture
Chapter 491 Torture
(Inquisition Dungeon)
The thorn whip in Chu Yuntian's hand slowly moved across the ground, making a creepy rustling sound.
He paced slowly around the rack. He stood in front of the rack and suddenly lifted Chu Ziyu's lowered head with the handle of the whip. He looked down at Chu Ziyu who was bound by iron chains, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Chu Ziyu, a knight of the Holy Son's Guard, is now sentenced to thirty lashes and seven days of confinement for the crimes of dereliction of duty, disobeying military orders, and colluding with heretics."
He unfolded the parchment scroll and spoke in a clear and cold voice:
The first crime is dereliction of duty.
During yesterday's baptism ceremony, the holy water changed strangely and the Holy Son was frightened. As a guard knight, you failed to find out the cause in time and failed to provide adequate protection.
The second crime is to disobey military orders. The Holy Son ordered you to kneel in public, but you hesitated and showed no respect for the superiors and inferiors, which undermined the Holy Son's authority.
The third crime - having secret dealings with heretics. You have secretly contacted a noble family in exile in the south, and the family has been judged as heretics by the church. You did not report it, which is suspected of being a shield.
Chu Ziyu lowered his head, blood dripping down his forehead, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
(Inner thoughts to 6872): "This crime is pretty convincing. It seems my 'brother' is determined to make me suffer."
6872: "Boss, according to the original plot, you should have been beaten to pieces by now, and then the Son of God came to the rescue, and you took the opportunity to play the victim to gain favor."
Chu Ziyu (chuckles): "No, that won't work. It's too cliché. I have to let him find out for himself - the injuries I suffered are more than just superficial."
The torches in the dungeon suddenly dimmed for a moment. Chu Ziyu laughed softly, blood foam dripping from the corners of his mouth: "I admit..."
(Reality)
Chu Yuntian raised the whip, dipped it in the special holy salt water, and the tip of the whip drew a sharp arc in the air——
"Snapped!"
When the first whip fell, Chu Ziyu's back tensed, but he didn't say a word.
(Outside the courtroom)
Lin Ci'an stood in front of the closed iron door, his emerald eyes cold as ice. The guard knight knelt down to stop him: "Sir, during the period of the Tribunal's punishment, no one is allowed to enter!"
Lin Ci'an raised his fingertips lightly, and a ray of holy light wrapped around the guard's throat: "Move aside, otherwise in the next moment, your throat will be like this door-"
"boom!"
The door of the courtroom was shaken open by an invisible force, and Lin Ci'an stepped in. His pure white robe poured down like moonlight in the dim dungeon.
(Inside the dungeon)
Just as Chu Yuntian raised the fifth whip, his wrist was suddenly clamped by a huge force, and the whip hung in the air, unable to fall.
He slowly turned around and met Lin Ci'an's cold gaze.
"Your Highness." Chu Yuntian smiled and saluted, "The Court of Inquiry is enforcing punishment. I'm afraid it's against the rules for you to barge in."
Lin Ci'an waved his hand, and an invisible force threw Chu Yuntian flying and crashed into the stone wall.
He walked slowly towards the rack, the hem of his robe brushing against the blood on the ground, but it was spotless.
Lin Ci'an didn't look at him, his eyes fell on Chu Ziyu on the rack. When he saw Chu Ziyu's injuries clearly, his emerald pupils suddenly shrank into vertical lines - the silver-white armor had been removed, the thin inner clothes were torn by whip marks, and blood soaked the cloth, spreading a glaring red on the back.
The twelve holy silver nails accurately avoid vital points, yet allow the prisoner to stay awake and feel every bit of pain. This is a textbook-level "art of punishment."
"Who allowed you to..." Lin Ci'an's voice was terribly soft, and his fingertips brushed over a silver nail that had sunk into his shoulder blade, "Touch my people?"