Li hurriedly stopped Timaria, who had nearly flown into a rage. He was sweating profusely himself. Li had known that bringing Timaria along could cause major problems under certain circumstances, but he had never expected those problems to come so quickly. Looking at the two men before him, wearing expressions like dead pigs unafraid of boiling water, Li was speechless.
He did not know how Layla had drained their magic power, nor what she intended to do with it. But what troubled Li now was that he did not know what means he could use to interrogate them. Their bodies had originally contained immense magic power, and Li had countless methods to drive them to the peak of agony without causing a mental breakdown.
But now that they had lost all their magic power, Li found himself at a loss instead.
Li stroked his chin as he looked at the two men, then sighed softly. "My lords, let's be reasonable. I know you are not afraid of death at all. You could even say that death is merely a part of life to you. Let me think... who exactly is your master? It definitely isn't Zeref, is it? He is merely Zeref—the Zeref bearing the name of the Ankhseram Church. I once heard a conversation between him and Ankhseram. He does not hand the power of faith over to Ankhseram; he gives it to someone else, or uses it himself. He possesses no divinity, so the power of faith is useless to him. Therefore, there must be a very powerful god above you. Am I right?"
The two apostles remained silent.
"Let me think. Hmm, during my conversation with Princess Layla, I once heard such terms: the God of Destruction and Chaos, the God of Creation and Order... I suppose