CHAPTER 479: CHAPTER 405: THE LITTLE BLACK ROOM

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Titan Bloodline actually has its own hierarchy.

The top tier is born at the moment when the World Tree Fruit falls to the ground. Such Titans are the least in number in the Pantheon but hold the highest status, known as Primordial Titans, mostly Main Divine Level with immense power, administering most of the authority.

The second tier consists of the second-generation Titans, bred between Titans. They inherit the Titan Bloodline of the Primordial Titans, possess high potential, and elites continue to emerge, including a large number of Main Divine Level Titans.

The third tier is rather chaotic, including mixed-blood Demigods and several generations of Titans. Though their bloodline power is formidable, their potential tends not to be so impressive, and top-tier powerhouses are exceedingly rare.

The God of Punishment belongs to a more obscure Divine Office among Titans; Titan God King·Uranos bred a group with ordinary backgrounds for dealing with his dark affairs.

Within his direct lineage, Perislaya was actually in charge of controlling this series of powers as a deputy, inheriting a suitable Shadow Warrior Divine Office.

Regrettably, she has already been devoured by Lin Suo using the inherent traits of Titans.

During the second venture into the Space-Time Illusion Realm, Lin Suo didn’t change the history extensively like the first time, leaving behind all sorts of dark hands, but he still made a small-scale impact on some history.

Take Perislaya, for instance.

According to the normal trajectory, she would have died a natural death a thousand years ago, but now she disappeared seventy thousand years ago, actually dying at the hands of Lin Suo, and the Shadow Warrior Divine Office has since vanished without a trace.

The series of chain reactions it caused all had significant impacts, which is the real reason why Uranos decisively ordered Angel King Metatron to capture Lin Suo alive.

As the acknowledged strongest being in the known universe, one would not tolerate such a Wizard roaming freely outside.

The God of Punishment, Uruer, as an Upper Grade God (Legendary Peak), is ranked below the Prison Warden, considered mid-to-low among the Titan hierarchy within the Divine King lineage.

But the Divine Office obtained from the Divine Enthronement pilgrimage enabled him to play no minor role, just like now.

Uruer stepped into the Divine Prison, his target clear.

He headed straight to the outside of Lin Suo’s cell, speaking with scorn.

"So you are the one who stole the Titan Bloodline, the Elemental Destructor?"

"Human beings really are inferior creatures, not only stealing Elemental Power, but even daring to take the bloodline of Gods!"

"Scum, prepare to enjoy the torture~"

Honestly, having grown to his current level of strength, it’s been a long time since Lin Suo heard someone speak to him this way. The last time... he even felt pity for his enemy.

"Have you prepared the squirrel?"

"Squirrel? What squirrel..."

Confused, Lin Suo didn’t bother with him anymore, his calm demeanor making Uruer’s face burn with embarrassment, feeling like a clown.

Being ignored was like someone shattering his pride and then spitting on him, more unbearable than being killed.

Anya in the cell next door happened to hear their conversation and was astonished.

"Your crime is stealing the Titan Bloodline? Wizard? Can you really avoid execution for that based on the rules?"

"No, they’re not that rigid."

Lin Suo’s indifferent attitude once again enraged Uruer.

"Guardian Angel, take him to my quarters, come back for him after a month."

"As you command, my Lord!"

The Guardian Angels, existing as prison guards, hold very low status in the Pantheon, barely different from slaves, only called by different titles.

Seeing Lin Suo being taken away by the Guardian Angels.

Other prisoners had no reaction, only Gore was angrily pounding the sturdy cell door, his voice booming like thunder.

"Damn it, release him!"

"You said you’d take me out."

Lin Suo was startled, then turned back to smile.

"Gore, the condition for taking you out is to obey my orders."

"Gore knows..."

"Idiot."

Uruer spat disdainfully.

"This is taking him to be executed, not to go out."

"And you, with your grandiose claims, no one can leave the Divine Prison, no one!"

Lin Suo did not argue, presenting an attitude of agreement which only aggravated Uruul further, itching for action.

As the group walked away, Lin Suo’s voice silently reached Gore’s ears.

"Wait for me to come back, and I’ll take you out."

He was quite interested in Gore, Anya, and several other Mixed-blood Titans, after all, the potential of Titans seemed far greater than the bunch of criminals with special talents.

Their strength grew too slowly; recruiting a new batch of talents from within the Divine Prison was a viable plan.

Anyway, his main targets upon entering the Pantheon were the World Tree and the Three Holy Pools, especially if he could obtain the waters from the Pool of Destiny in the Material Realm.

His Synthesis materials would then become even more complete, only the real Destiny-related witchcraft was missing, and he would be able to Synthesize the Pool of Destiny, at which time he would evolve into the complete form of Boundary Ring Rhein.

When his Domain was unfolded, he would become the true World Tree!

Do as he pleased!

Especially the suppressive power against Titans, which would reach unprecedented levels.

Back at the original location.

Anya, with a strange look in her eyes, observed the barely noticeable distortion that appeared on Gore’s prison cell door. The strongest metal was being deformed by a pair of flesh and blood fists.

Although the curvature was minimal, almost invisible to the naked eye, it was enough to suggest that this body’s strength and potential exceeded that of many Titans.

"Gore? Looks stronger than that human Wizard."

Her gaze shifted.

In a sealed black room, under the dim light, stood an iron chair with spikes in the center, covered with barbs, blood grooves, and spiral blades, while the walls hung full of torture instruments.

Uruul chuckled, caressing his beloved tools on the wall.

These torture devices had absorbed the blood of many powerful beings, and under the influence of Uruul’s Divine Power over a long period, they had become distinct from ordinary objects, akin to Alchemy tools, their killing aura extremely heavy and their bloodstained appearance seemed to speak of their Legendary accomplishments.

"Strap him onto it."

Lin Suo’s heart tightened at the sight of that nearly one-meter spiral blade on the torture chair; he could accept torture by trash, but not such humiliation.

Even beheading him was preferable to the infuriating prospect of being impaled.

Therefore, Lin Suo calmly looked at Uruul.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

For some unknown reason, a chill suddenly rose in his heart. The prisoner personally designated by Titan God King Uranos for torment had, for a moment, frightened him.

"Damn it! A mere prisoner dares to intimidate me?! God of Punishment Uruul is well-known for his brutality."

"See that door over there? Inside is a chamber filled with pig offal and excrement, and now I will pose the first question."

"If you can’t answer... hehe."

"Hehe?"

Lin Suo let out an eerie laugh, twisted his body, and the two Guardian Angels escorting him crumbled to dust as if eroded by wind.

This was Time Witchcraft·Erasure!

Killing beings weaker than himself was as easy for Lin Suo as slaughtering chickens, thanks to the unique suppressive environment of the Divine Prison.

It was offset by the Master of Elements ability within his Titan Bloodline.

The Realm of World Tree could not bring him the pressure at the Wizard Level; instead, it became his aid. The higher a Wizard’s affinity with Elements, the stronger the witchcraft they could release.

In other words, Lin Suo, seen as a humanoid World Tree, became even stronger here.

The sudden outbreak of events left Uruul at a loss.

On instinct, he wanted to call for support, but it was pointless...

Lin Suo, already prepared, had frozen the space within the small black room; sound could not escape, and even Uruul couldn’t make a move.

"Offense and defense have switched, so..."

"Now it’s your turn to taste your own torture devices."