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"However, that is only the kind of toxicity that humans normally recognize. After all, even things that the human body considers to be nutrients will have some of them excreted as waste."
"All substances are 'toxic'; the difference lies in how the body's 'immune system' reacts to different substances."
Freer turned his palm over, his fingertips drooping gently, letting the pure magic droplets slide down:
"What if the body's 'immune system' is contaminated? Instead of filtering out toxins, it transforms beneficial substances into a more difficult-to-treat poison..."
The magic droplets fell straight to the ground, their color subtly changing as they absorbed the air, creating a dark hue and carving a small dent into the hard, sealed floor tiles.
"—Is this a form of blasphemy?"
Mino's expression turned serious.
He kind of understood.
No wonder even battle-hardened paladins, when using their holy power for protection, were still corroded by Friel's all-pervasive plague!
Humans who have fought with Freer will suffer from varying degrees of rejection, deterioration, and flesh mutation in their bodies. These often require a long period of treatment to improve, which is why the human camp has always regarded him as the most troublesome plague demon.
But in reality, Freer's methods were far more sophisticated than that.
This is the true nature of that plague: the power of blasphemy!
"What I like to see is the scene of humanity's bright and pure side being gradually desecrated and ultimately falling into depravity."
The dark halo above Freer's head grew ever deeper, rippling with an evil aura.
"By defiling the body, I can create a plague that the human body cannot resist, causing the body to degenerate from health to morbidity."
"Then... what about blasphemy?"
"The spiritual defense line, in theory, is the part of the human body that cannot be crossed by any torture or abuse, and is the most difficult to destroy and damage—provided that it has not been desecrated."
Freer looked at Mino as if he were looking at a most precious experimental subject, his eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light.
"Hero, the reason you can be so sure that you have survived the source of the torture is simply because you are the strongest warrior in history, the hero of light who is least likely to betray the human kingdom, a human who would never collude with the demons, and the epitome of glory and perseverance."
"But what if I were to desecrate your 'unyielding pride'...?"
Chapter 382 Shock! Mino's Perfect Mindset!
"Gulp! Kill me..."
Mino's throat tightened; this time, she truly realized the seriousness of the problem.
Freer's incredibly bizarre and troublesome authority is simply the most powerful interrogation ability. If it is true, as he said, that he can use the power of blasphemy to transform the body's original immunity into the power of the traitor that backfires on the body, then it is completely impossible to defend against!
What you are most proud of will, in turn, encourage you to give away things for free.
The more resolute and unyielding a warrior is, the more this is true.
Doesn't that mean he's already declared defeat?!
"how so……"
Mino clenched his fists, cold sweat gradually seeping onto his back: "Even when facing the Nine Demons, I have never felt such despair."
"But I can't think of a way... I really can't think of a way to resist this torture!" Mino closed her eyes in anguish, filled with resentment.
"This time, I might... really be driven to the brink!"
In the corner, Altotai was completely bewildered:
Where is the dead end?
"Good, Brave One. The outcome was already decided off the field." Freer flapped his wings gleefully, declaring his victory:
"As long as you remain the most resolute and indomitable warrior among all humankind, you will face the most irreversible and desperate situation in this ordeal—"
As Freer approached him step by step, Mino's heart sank to the bottom.
"Now, try my spiritual plague, hero."
The next moment.
Freer's wings fluttered slightly, and countless jet-black feathers tumbled down, enveloping Mino layer by layer. Mino felt a sensation of something being absorbed into her skin, but this feeling quickly traveled straight to the depths of her soul.
Freer quickly figured it out.
"There are several mental defenses preventing you from providing information: your unwavering resolve as a hero of light, your sincere friendship with Prince Ota, and your bottom line as a human being..."
"If one of them collapses, the others will fall one after another like dominoes."
"Now, let's begin the desecration with your unwavering backbone that will never surrender to the enemy—"
"Yeah!!!"
Raising his head, Mino let out a desperate scream: he could already feel Freer's toxins completely seeping into his body, beginning to produce some strange reaction.
"Gulp!" Covered in sweat, Mino suddenly knelt on one knee, her whole body feeling somewhat limp.
"Haahaha... As expected of the blasphemous authority, it's already given me such a strong urge to give it all away so quickly..."
"Uh." Beside him, Freer paused for a moment, then slowly explained:
"In fact, it usually takes three minutes for the virus to take effect after it is implanted."
"..."
A silence fell over the cell.
Mino stood up naturally:
"In fact, I have always been sensitive to toxins."
Altotai: "Were you just bragging about your maxed-out poison resistance?"
Shaking his head, Freer didn't care about Mino's physical condition. Outward reactions can be deceiving; only feedback from authority is accurate.
He stood there and waited for a full five minutes.
This time, his expression turned serious...
The hero before me hasn't changed at all?!
Freer was somewhat surprised.
The plague that corroded the warrior's pride had perfectly integrated into his body, but it only remained there and had no effect whatsoever.
It's as if... the thing that was supposed to corrode didn't exist at all!
"Huh, has three minutes already?" Mino blinked, belatedly noticing Freer's serious expression.
"How could this be... This shouldn't be..." Freer said, somewhat incredulously. Unconvinced, he flapped his wings again, unleashing another form of plague.
"Since that's the case, then this time, I will desecrate the unbreakable friendship between you and Prince Ota!"
Swish!
Another five minutes have passed.
"Ugh, my heart hurts so much!" Mino clutched his chest, his voice filled with resentment: "As brothers, in our hearts... indeed, you have destroyed our unbreakable friendship, you demon!!!"
Freer's eyes widened again.
The power of authority clearly manifested within Mino's body, without any change whatsoever!
He's faking it!!!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!!"
Freer's halo began to sway unsteadily, and he flapped his wings again: "Since that's the case, then I'll desecrate your last shred of humanity! I refuse to believe you won't fall for it!"
With a confident upturn of his lips, Freer believed that this time, something would definitely change.
After all, this glorious hero who rose from humble beginnings couldn't possibly be someone without any moral compass!
The most thrilling five minutes have passed.
Freer and Mino stared at each other in their cell.
"Where is your bottom line? Where is your moral bottom line?!"
Step by step, Freer retreated to the corner of the wall, his eyes wide, his voice gradually becoming distorted: "Why, why hasn't anything changed?!"
"What's the bottom line? Is it edible?"
Three streams of plague were drawn out of Mino's body in succession. Freer wiped the sweat from his forehead, his chest heaving violently.
While the power of blasphemy is extremely powerful, the price to pay for it is also exceptionally high.
This was clearly the best opportunity to inflict the plague on the hero who had no holy power to resist it, but to the demon's astonishment, after three doses of the plague, Mino was completely unharmed!
It's as if... those spiritual defenses that should have been desecrated simply didn't exist.
But how is this possible!
Freer's eyes widened in astonishment: the human before him was the strongest trump card of the human kingdom, a true tough guy symbolizing iron will and perseverance, the strongest warrior who stood firm as a mountain; one or two poisons would be one thing, but these plagues had none of their effect.
This unscientific!
"In that case, there's only one explanation."
Freer seemed to understand something, and began to murmur softly:
"This demonstrates that the hero Mino's ideals and beliefs have become so firm as to be unshakeable! His loyalty and unwavering commitment to the human kingdom have been ingrained in his very soul, leaving no room for even the slightest hint of plague to infiltrate!!!"
Turning abruptly to look at the composed hero, Freer was filled with awe:
"Mino, you bastard..."
"Has the spiritual realm actually reached such a noble level?!"
"Oh, so that's it?"
Mino's gaze narrowed slightly, and she nodded seriously.
"As expected of the most insidious and vicious blasphemous authority, I can feel that even the sacred and radiant soul hidden beneath my unyielding spirit fought with all its might... barely managing to defeat me. What a pity, Freer, you were just a hair's breadth away... you could have defeated me!!!"
boom!
Their intense gazes collided in mid-air, sparking an intense confrontation as the Warrior of Light and the Fallen Angel seemed to have encountered their greatest rival in life, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.
"No."
In the corner, Artotai looked at the two as if they were idiots: