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Saint Saturn shuddered inwardly at the form of address.

Wasn't a god reduced to a prisoner nothing but pure irony? "They all deserve to die!"

"You look exactly like a venomous snake now, not a filthy spider," Red Earl shot back mockingly.

A tiger fallen to the plains could be bullied for as long as it could.

Besides, they were already mortal enemies.

Knowing one mouth could not win against two, Saint Saturn simply lowered his head and kept silent.

"Start the torture," Swain ordered.

Soon, two soldiers clad in steel and bronze armor arrived, carrying branding irons, fine needles... and all manner of torture implements.

They were all forged from Seastone, made specifically to deal with every kind of Devil Fruit user.

Especially people like Saint Saturn, who possessed regenerative abilities.

The members of Night Owl were all powerful, ruthless figures. Only someone even more vicious, like Red Earl, could keep them in line.

The two Night Owl members opened the cell door. With a clatter, they cautiously stepped forward.

It seemed they had suffered losses in this regard before. Even as the instruments were used on him, he refused to make a sound.

Swain watched coldly. He would never consider tormenting a devil to be something that weighed on his conscience.

The heavens had their cycles of retribution. This was what Saint Saturn deserved.

The red-hot branding iron pressed against his body, instantly scorching a large patch of flesh. Fine needles pierced beneath his fingernails. Yet amid such inhuman torment, he seemed to feel nothing at all.

Swain knew that he had likely used Haki to block out the pain.

It was like severing the nerves that transmitted pain—no matter how much it hurt, one would not feel it.

"Draw some of his blood," Red Earl ordered one