"It's him, it's him, this bastard named Sifax, dares to invade your bastard." The leader of the sword slave immediately pointed at him with a pleasing expression.

"Thank you for your reminder, but it's useless, because he's the only one in the dungeon, and I recognize him." Leo replied indifferently, then sat down in a cloak, causing the sword slave to laugh awkwardly.

At this time, Sifax, who had just been beaten with blood by the jingtie, raised his trembling eyes, saw Leo sitting in front of him, and then laughed, "I have already said that jl is me, and all Caesar's veterans can be named this title."

"I don't care about your title. I only care about who is planning and instructing you, because according to the testimony of General Tlureas, you and Bitais were dissatisfied at first, but then someone gave you money to incite you to attack Lilibi." Leo said, and then raised the document with the testimony, but Sifax quickly turned his head directly. Leo could only put it down again and paused, "According to the soldiers of the captured twin army, you and Bitais used secretly to share the money as a means of winning over, and each soldier was given fifty to one hundred dinars before the event was accomplished. I think that you and Bitais could not afford this money anyway. This is the most powerful evidence behind the scenes of you and Bitais. "

Sifax opened his mouth full of blood and laughed, "What's so strange about this? All the comrades in the army want to take turns to your biological mother. We all set the price clearly. So the money was gathered up like this. There was no financial support at all." As a result, the two gladiators next to him were furious and immediately beat Sifax's ribs with iron sticks. They made the sound of the blow. Sifax was mixed with bloody saliva and vomit, and it was flowing all over the ground.

"Stop." Leo said this softly, and several people stopped. The sword slave who led the lead stepped forward. He grabbed Sifax's broken face and pulled it up, allowing him to continue facing Leo.

"If this continues, it will be no good for anyone, isn't it? Even so, there are only a few veterans of Caesar who are plotting against rebellion. Now most legions in the country are loyal to our family, most knights, most states, and most subjects - a new generation is coming. Why do you have to be a chariot? If this continues, besides killing Caesar like the assassination of so many innocent people, what other visible benefits can I have? I am not a person who likes to force confessions and kill. Please believe me and tell me the answer, rather than show off my unnecessary verbal pleasure there."

But Leo's words did not make Sifax change his mind at all. He still howled and cursed constantly, "Test him!" After Leo finished speaking, he sat down and ordered several sword slaves, saying that those people immediately became energetic, using steel fists, iron sticks and thorn whips, which made Sifax scream and flesh fly.

After a while, Leo shouted with an impatient look, "Do you have no novel and effective solutions?"

"This!" After the leading sword slave finished speaking, he picked up a long whip with a chord, and a metal thorn ball hung on the top, "Come on, let's do it and I'll tell you to lose a piece of meat!" After that, the whip shadow flashed, and Sifax, who was sandwiched in the wooden skeleton, shaking all over, and let out a long wailing suffocation. Then the sword slave pulled his hand, and the bloody flesh was torn off by the whip in his hand.

"Take a confession!" Even Leo couldn't stand it, so he stood up and asked loudly, then paced anxiously.

But when the sword slaves woke Sifax up with cold water, he still smiled without any intention of surrender, "Let's use this!" The leading sword slave turned magic again and showed something new in front of Leo's eyes, a cold cluster of Parthian arrows with barbs, but a copper handle was welded behind it, so that people could hold it with their hands.

Leo sat down again with a little depressed look and waved his hand at the guy, meaning "You can do whatever you want."

"Centurion, look, this thing is a good guy. It was collected by people who survived the disaster on the battlefield of Carly. As long as you are shot by this thing, even if you are Hercules again, you will not be able to pull it out, because that is definitely worse than death. I specially got one. Think about it, once I stabbed it into the softest part of your body, and then it will be like this!" The sword slave suddenly made a pulling gesture, "The barb on this will separate your flesh and blood and destroy everything." After saying that, several sword slaves grabbed Sifax's hair again and grabbed the sharp barb of the arrow cluster, "Look at it carefully, take a good look! It's still time to regret it now, Centurion." Everyone shouted.

But Sifax remained silent. The sword slave who led the lead nodded, then suddenly stabbed the barb in his hand into the other person's nasal cavity. Then there were harsh shouts, which made people creepy. There were both Sifax and Jianshu. The former was caused by pain, while the latter was simply venting. The flesh and blood made a squeaking sound under the stirring of the barb. Then the sword slave slowly twitched out, and then showed off in front of his companion who was also scared and looked deserted, "His brain is almost brought out."

Seeing that the centurion fainted after torture and sweating, Leo was already extremely angry when he felt exhausted and sweating in his body. He felt that in this situation, something in his heart was roaring and roaring, "What are you still standing there? Do you want to move into a couch and sleep with this respectable centurion? Take turns, whip him with a whip, do five times at a time, don't let him die, let alone let him sleep, have you heard it?" The sound of the whip and the candlelight shaking quickly moved. At first, Sifax could still make a whine, and gradually there was only a faint breath from his nostrils.

The morning sunlight was slightly projected into the dark dungeon along the door above, and the crowing of roosters could be vaguely heard outside. Several gladiators were exhausted and sat or lying down, "If you go down, he might die." The sword slave who led the lead asked carefully.

"Call the herbal doctor and apply it to him to stop bleeding. I want the kind that works quickly and is very expensive. Rescue him and wake him up. You continue to slap it continuously - hey, if you feel it is necessary, pull out the barb and some of his eyes." Leo gasped and stood up and said, then he waved his hand and gave a few instructions to the slave who was leaning over.
Chapter completed!