Catherine narrowed her eyes and twisted the spear in her hand.
Her unique power of pain washed over Freeman's mangled body in rippling waves-an instant later, with his pierced throat as the starting point, everything below it began to boil.
Flesh and bone boiled like water.
Nngh!!!
Freeman let out a low, nasal groan.
Veins bulged across his forehead and temples.
It hurt!
It hurt so much!
The pain was so intense that Freeman wished he could die right then.
"Does it hurt?
This is only the beginning!
I'll make you regret ever coming into this world!"
Catherine spoke each word distinctly, her power of pain growing even more violent.
But that was not the point.
The point was that Catherine was manipulating her power of pain to dredge up Freeman's memories. She wanted to drag out whoever was behind him-
"Is your original goal worth suffering this much for?"
Catherine asked coldly.
Then her power of pain traced rune after rune inside Freeman's body. Combined with the tremors from each breath Catherine took, it began battering his will, like a chisel being driven into his brain with a sledgehammer.
And that was only the first strike!
The second felt like boiling oil poured over his brain.
Sizzle!
Freeman felt as though his brain was being cooked.
The unprecedented pain made his facial muscles twitch.
Yet even then, Freeman mouthed a word at Catherine-
Dumbass!
Insulted for the second time, Catherine snorted coldly.
The saintess of the Church of Pain showed no impatience. She simply increased her output.
But after six consecutive strikes, surprise appeared in the Church of Pain saintess's emerald eyes.
She had failed to read Freeman's memories!
More importantly, no one had ever endured six strikes of her Pain Whipping.
Catherine had tested Pain Whipping more than