"In my fighting field, you'd better give up struggling." Cleveland walked forward and grabbed Montanio.
The slightly plump middle-aged man failed in his two attempts to use his fighting spirit and was seriously injured inside. His face was red and he was kneeling on the ground with sweat all over his forehead. Cleveland grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up with one hand.
Cleveland tore off the amulet given by the saint with one hand, threw it to Yolanda, and said, "Now, no one can protect you."
He extended a finger and pressed it under Montanio's collarbone, and Montanio's fighting spirit gathered involuntarily where his finger pointed. This fighting spirit, stimulated by the power of Cleveland's domain, was not under Montanio's control at all, and gathered excessively in his body, as if to burst their qi channels, causing Montanio to roar in pain.
Cleveland's fingers moved slowly, and the severe pain continued along the path of his fingers.
Montanio yelled a few times, but he gritted his teeth to hold back the sound. Even when Cleveland continued to gather his fighting spirit, he only uttered a few muffled groans.
"When these fighting spirits move around, they are destroying your meridians and internal organs." Cleveland said as he moved his fingers. "If my fingers move to your heart, what do you think will happen?"
Montanio's face twisted into a smile as he tried to force it open. "Then you won't get anything."
Cleveland frowned and moved his fingers to his shoulder. With a bang, the fighting spirit exploded on Montanio's shoulder, and blood, flesh and bone fragments flew everywhere. However, when they flew less than a centimeter away from Cleveland, they were blocked by an invisible mental force and then slid to the ground.
There was a heavy rumble from Montanio's nose, he was breathing rapidly, and his body was shaking.
"Tell me, where did Eserit and the people from the East Continent go?" Cleveland shouted in Montanio's ear.
"Who, who knows? Maybe they went to fuck... your mom?"
Cleveland's hands repeatedly tapped his upper body and upper arms, and blood flowers burst from his body. The fingers were getting closer and closer to his heart, and Cleveland's questioning became louder and louder.
Finally, he pointed his finger at Montanio's heart, "What makes you so protective of those who came from the East Continent?"
Montanio raised his head, with saliva and blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. He said intermittently: "It has nothing to do with them! The Saint, the Saint has been away from us for too long. She should have truly awakened! Instead of being your puppet!
Do you think we don't know your idea? Let her grow up in the most carefree environment, find so many children to accompany her, let her play every day, and spoil her into a princess who knows nothing. You use these things to confuse her will and prevent her from awakening her true soul!
We don’t know what you have up your sleeve, but we won’t let you succeed!”
"When did you know this?" Cleveland's expression became more serious than before. He grabbed the man's throat with his hand. "Who do you mean by 'we' here?"
"Hehe, how do you know that the Saint in the previous life only entrusted herself to you guys? She had anticipated all possibilities. There are many pairs of eyes, um, all kinds of eyes, staring at you from unknown places! That is us!"
"I'm going to make you say these things today!" Cleveland put his finger on Montanio's leg again.
"Just take your time to think about it. You know, this isn't the first time. It hasn't been the first time in a long time. Haha."
"I have plenty of tricks," Cleveland said.
However, at this time, he felt a strong fighting spirit beginning to gather in the opponent's abdomen. He understood that the opponent was going to launch a self-destructive fighting spirit attack. He immediately used the power of his domain to dissolve the fighting spirit.
But unexpectedly, Montanio completely ignored his own severe pain. Even though the turbulent flow of fighting spirit pierced his intestines and stomach, he still gathered the fighting spirit. After a few seconds, it caused a bloody explosion.
His blood didn't get on the two executors at all, but Cleveland's face looked like he had been punched hard.
“You heard everything, didn’t you?” he asked Yolanda.
"Yes. But I have no clue either," said Yolanda.
"I should have used the soul-searching magic on him earlier!" said Cleveland.
"A man as determined as him, who is at the level of a master, is determined to die and you can't stop him."
"I don't care whether he lives or dies! But what does he mean? What does he mean this is not the first time? Who is the 'we' he is talking about? Did the saint in the previous life arrange another group of people to secretly monitor us before reincarnation? Why haven't we heard any news about it? We have never seen such a situation in history. Did she completely distrust us from the beginning? Then why did she entrust us with the task of raising her?" Cleveland asked five or six questions in a row.
"Cleveland, you're nervous," Yolanda said.
"Nervous? According to the standards over there, we are all saints. There is no need to be nervous. I just don't like the feeling of being watched from behind.
Especially at this time, we only have half a year to complete the plan! Obviously, if we wait for another half a year, everything can be solved, and this continent will appear in the world with a brand new look. Why did the trouble appear here
These people, these guys who are secretly plotting evil ideas, must also know the secret of the Saint's awakening."
"Okay, stop complaining. Our first priority is to keep chasing." Yolanda put a hand on Cleveland's shoulder and said, "We are fighting for the benefit of the entire continent. Victory will favor us."
Cleveland put away his domain and said to the window, "Block the entire naval headquarters and arrest everyone, even the lowest-ranking maids. Then send them to this room in groups of five."
A black figure appeared in the window and responded in a deep voice.
Cleveland said, "Use soul-searching magic on each of them. Even if Montanio doesn't say anything, there must be someone who saw or heard something that can give us clues."
"That's not what they all have to..."
"Yes, everyone must die! No one can see us using magic and still be alive!" Cleveland waved his hand at Montanio's body on the ground. A flame formed by magic power swept over his body and quickly burned it to ashes.