Operation Red Book

Dorian and Arnold followed the crows flying in the castle and went down to the dungeon made of khaki brick walls.

Surrounded by guards wearing black robes and tall hoods, when they saw Dorian and Arnold coming down, they bent their knees stiffly, put down their machetes, and took off their hoods.

The skeletons knelt neatly on one knee, and uttered in a hoarse voice that could be felt in the ground: "Greetings, Your Excellency."

Dorian signaled the skeletons to retreat and continued to follow the crow to a cage made of logs.

Dalton's arms were nailed to the cross with silver nails, and all that was left of his body was a burnt coarse white robe, his posture like that of the condemned Jesus.

The white robe was draped over his body in tatters, with many silver nails driven into his torso. The burnt areas were stained with dark red blood and were emitting white steam.

Dalton raised his head weakly, looking at the two visitors with his scarlet eyes, his two cold fangs growing longer and sharper.

"The punishment is so severe. Did he break a promise?" Dorian stepped forward and pulled out the nails from Dalton's body with his bare hands.

"He told SCO about Golden Hell and betrayed me." Arnold's sharp voice sounded from behind.

"Oh, I see."

Dorian pulled out the silver nails from Dalton's body. Dalton whimpered in pain and fell to the wet ground. He kept shaking and sobbing in his throat.

"Then I should take out his heart, pull out his tongue, and serve his soul to the table. I can use his last value to give me a good meal..."

Dorian's cold voice echoed in the dungeon. His black nails gradually grew longer, and green flames appeared on his fingertips.

He stretched out his right hand and burned the bloody hole in Dalton's back.

Dalton screamed in pain and kept begging for mercy from Dorian and Arnold.

Dorian stopped what he was doing, stood up, and stepped on Dalton's heart.

"Report on the latest situation." Dorian said coldly.

"SCO has a new member, but we don't know what his capabilities are."

"I, I know, his name is Joshua Williams, and he has a, a sword that shoots lightning."

Dalton was adding information hoarsely on the ground.

"I gave a puppet a soul in the Chinese docks in East London. It mobilized many puppets and corpses to harvest souls, but unfortunately it was killed by the SCO."

"Then let's go to Niksala Prison. We harvested some souls before. This time we harvested the souls of the experimental subjects back, but..."

"It's just that the subject's soul is incomplete and not suitable as a sacrifice, right?" Dorian said with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, it is." Arnold responded with his head down.

"Arnold, the number of sacrifices has dropped a lot recently compared to before. Lord Satan is considering whether you, the god of death, are of any use anymore."

"I'm sorry, Lord Dorian."

"The souls harvested in the Chinese dock area are great, and the idea is great, you know what to do."

"Yes, Lord Dorian."

"Anything holding you back?"

“The British government’s experiment is really damaging to the human soul.”

"Don't worry about them." Dorian smiled, revealing his sharp fangs.

"In a sense, they are also achieving our goals."

"Lord Dorian, and, and those people from SCO." Dalton spoke vigorously on the ground.

"That red-haired witch, that freckled brat, that little bastard named Walter, and... and that tall and skinny Joshua who is always unexpected."

Dorian turned his back to Arnold and tilted his head to look at Dalton lying on the ground.

"It looks like we have to strike them hard, so let's start with... that new guy Joshua. What other information does he have?"

"He was accompanied by a girl with an oriental face, just an ordinary human being."

"understood."

Dorian said quietly, his eyes seemed to be brewing some emotions.