Your own ears, these painful and regretful things will play out in your mind again and again, never stopping."

Finally, Mr. Otto's breathing seemed to be a little faster, and there was an imperceptible wrinkle on his brow... But the high priest smiled lightly and said: "After those disobedient white-robed guards entered the punishment chamber, I have only seen at most

Most of the guys who can persist for three days will commit suicide in less than a day... Of course, you can also think that I am just deceiving you. What does it matter? Anyway, I plan to send you in and let you experience it for yourself.

For a moment...actually, maybe I really lied to you."

Mr. Otto opened his eyes without warning, slowly raised his head, and said with a smile: "So the high priest of the temple also has such a wicked side... As a priest, I didn't expect to like torturing others so much.

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The high priest said calmly: "Torture? No, we just think that usually only when a person is in a state of regret will he be ashamed of the mistakes he has made in the past... Only through mental torture can people realize that they are right and wrong.

The dividing line between wrong and wrong.”

Mr. Otto shrugged and said calmly: "I don't know if Your Excellency the High Priest has ever had any regrets or pain."

The high priest said calmly: "Punishment has no effect on me, because I am the spokesperson of the true God."

Mr. Otto was not angry, but showed a rather interesting look, "You are the high priest of the kingdom, and you have powerful white-robed guards under you. In the eyes of the people of the City of the Sun, your status is even higher than the pharaoh here.

You are still the spokesperson of the true God... I am very surprised why you still allow this pharaoh to exist. You can completely control this country by yourself."

"The country needs a manager, and the temple needs an agent." The high priest shook his head and said: "There will not necessarily be a conflict between the two."

Mr. Otto raised his eyebrows and said: "The divine right of kings, hasn't the high priest heard of it?"

"It seems..." The high priest looked at Mr. Otto with a profound look, smiled and said: "You seem to be a loyal believer in theocracy."

Mr. Otto said bluntly: "After all, mortals cannot rival gods... Since mortals cannot rival gods, why not support gods to gain power beyond mortals."

"You want to get otherworldly power?" The high priest asked curiously: "Why."

Mr. Otto said slowly: "Probably, because I have lived a long time, I want to try everything."

The high priest frowned. He looked at Mr. Otto seriously for a while, and then said slowly: "In fact, you have already told me this answer once."

"What did you say?" Mr. Otto couldn't help but frown... At the same time, a vague unknown fear suddenly surged into his heart.

"It doesn't matter what I say." The high priest shook his head, "What matters is that it's time for you to leave here... Otto."
Chapter completed!