"Ah!" The Asmodian screamed as the pain from the spikes in his back could no longer be tolerated.
Bishop Bright continued pushing the spikes further into the back of the Asmodian until he was satisfied. The spikes did not move much but the pain that the Asmodian felt is so great that Adrian could feel it just by watching.
"Pathetic. You resort to things that pathetic humans cannot make. The things that bind me in this place were all made by the God of Craft whom your Goddess hate." The Asmodian stated as he recollected himself.
"If you do not give us the details of a teleportation gate then you are better off dying with your blood being of use. The defeat of the dark god in the imperial capital will be the evidence that this world only needs the Church of Light.
