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When Freyr was captured by Dute, the battle formation controlled by Duan Shuai had already collapsed. This exceeded Duan Shuai's usual control range. Once life is abandoned, it is akin to touching forbidden techniques. Often, the hearts of warriors are not broken from external attacks; they are difficult to shatter. Even if fingers or bones are broken, as long as they know they are still alive, they can always stand up again. But once death occurs, everything turns to dust—hope, dreams, and ideals vanish without a trace.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Dute's companion, Stormstream Palace, was pursuing a group of fleeing individuals. These people were not heading to another place; they were desperately escaping while leaving behind many details along the way. Stormstream Palace followed these clues and unknowingly managed to capture all those who had fled.
"Now there are ten of you," Stormstream Palace said, breathing heavily. She rarely engaged in physical confrontations, which made her stamina deplete significantly in such moments. Sitting on the ground and looking at the tightly bound group of people, she grabbed one man's hair and glared at him fiercely. "There should be two mental controllers in your team."
"Two? Hehe, I won't tell you who he is. You can beat me to death, but I won't betray my companions."
The man was tough, and despite Stormstream Palace's various torture methods, she couldn't pry any information from him. She felt a bit frustrated looking at this group of newcomers who had revolutionary blood flowing through their veins; it was truly embarrassing for her.
"But let's get back to the point. The earlier mistake was yours. You won’t tell me who he is; you don’t want to point him out specifically. Is he just one person? If it’s just one person, then he must be incredibly powerful to have such abilities. No wonder our team can’t get close to you all. So do you know where he’s hiding?"
At this point, Stormstream Palace released the man's hair and heard a laugh coming from Dute, who had already tied up Freyr and was contentedly gnawing on a beast's leg. The laughter seemed to echo after hearing her interrogation, causing Stormstream Palace's heart to race.
"Do you think you're clever? Trying to extract information using beauty tricks? Let me tell you, it’s impossible to get any information from me. Besides, I truly don’t know where he’s hiding. Hahaha, what a pity—your plan has failed."
As the only woman in the team, Stormstream Palace maintained a calm demeanor and an understanding of psychological weaknesses in tactics. Now she felt that if they remained tight-lipped, it was either because they genuinely didn’t know or were simply stubborn. Their erratic running direction made it impossible to hint at anything beforehand; being caught was unavoidable.
"Shut up!"
Stormstream Palace turned around and stomped on the man's leg before delivering a punch that knocked him down. A tooth flew from his mouth; under normal circumstances it wouldn’t matter much, but this was the most frustrating time for her. She continued beating each captured rookie until they all fell unconscious without giving them a chance to bite their tongues in despair.
At this moment, Stormstream Palace was overwhelmed with irritation; it seemed no one could meet her gaze anymore. Gone was her usual restraint; during interrogations for information extraction, she forced herself into the role of an Evil Spirit because only the pressure generated by an Evil Spirit could suppress cunning enemies. In anger, she slapped one man beside her and shouted, "Damn it! Not a single one will talk! Do they really not know anything or are they all collectively denying it? I've never seen such stubbornness! Do they know that killing is against the rules during drills? Is that it? So that’s why! But this rule won’t work in our future plans—I understand now; I’ll have to use this tactic."
"Hey, hey, hey, are you going to use that move again? Sigh, no matter how many times I see it, it's always captivating!" Dute chuckled while stroking his chin. Stormstream Palace suddenly turned around, giving him an incredibly angry glare; her patience had completely worn thin.
"Ha!" Stormstream Palace took a deep breath, pulling her hair back and tying it up. At the same time, she leaned down to rest a male head in her lap. Their lips pressed together forcefully, and even so, the man blushed. Soon after, he felt a tickle in his throat, and his mind began to blur. The oppressive pressure from their close proximity caused a pink Aura to continuously emanate, shimmering with strange colors.
Stormstream Palace coldly stared at the man, who furrowed his brow slightly. "What did you do to me? Cough cough cough." After speaking, he collapsed to the ground; in the blink of an eye, his Life Signs had diminished significantly compared to what they were moments ago.
"I see now; that man is truly formidable. As for the remaining three, I have a new plan."
Freyr seemed to sense something was off; the Aura surrounding that woman was indeed peculiar. It could unconsciously make people let go of their grudges and even release their thoughts completely. In that moment, he realized he needed to escape first if he hoped to save his companions.
"Hahaha! Oh, you're awake! Well, we'll be companions soon enough. Let me tell you about Stormstream Palace—her ability is Memory Source. She can dig up even the deepest primitive memory cells. No one in this world can escape her memory excavation."
"By the way, if your companions had surrendered earlier, they wouldn't have to suffer like this. We really don't want to partner with her; even just a touch from her can lead to memory extraction. That's why she has no choice but to team up with me! Hahaha! We make quite the pair, don't we? You're right; we're going to be new companions!"
Hearing this made his heart sink heavily. He took a deep breath and continued struggling against the ropes. Now that he sensed no immediate danger, he couldn't afford any changes in demeanor. The Gene Lock required a significant atmosphere of danger and heightened concentration for self-release, which demanded a strong sense of peril. But right now, Dute felt far too calm.
"Hmph! Your other companions will be here soon for a reunion—count your blessings!" Stormstream Palace approached and yanked Freyr's hair before slamming him onto the ground. Amidst the music, Dute's roar echoed nearby.
"Next time you touch him?"
"Keep an eye on him; if he escapes, don't blame me."
The two exchanged indifferent glances before Stormstream Palace turned away and vanished from sight.
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