Boom! Boom! Boom!
They raced along the way.
The four Jailer Beasts were much larger than Wilton, their shadows surrounding him as the weapons in their hands blurred through the air, smashing down with relentless brute force.
Wilton met them head-on just as fiercely.
They fought from west to east, then from east to north. Sometimes the four Jailer Beasts were sent flying, and sometimes Wilton was smashed into the ground, only to be met by another torrential assault.
After a storm of blows.
The floor of Boiling Hell was smashed through. Wilton fell with fragments of rubble into Extreme Cold Hell, covered in blood and looking as though he would not live much longer.
Yet the four Jailer Beasts had barely taken two breaths when a large hand grabbed the edge of the hole. Wilton leaped up and landed on the ground, lively and vigorous once more.
Iron Block was as reliable as ever.
Even the Jailer Beasts' continuous beating could no longer inflict a truly fatal wound on him. At most, they could seriously injure him, but one recovery was enough to make him fierce again.
And once he entered the passive skill Self-Sacrifice, his attack power rose steadily.
His second skill, Feverish Spin, could even restore his health.
"Keep going."
Wilton wore an expression of fanatical passion, but the dried blood covering his face made him look deranged, deeply unsettling, and even intimidating.
Before long.
The four Jailer Beasts wailed and screamed. Wilton brutally grabbed them by their tails and repeatedly slammed them into the ground, occasionally spinning them in circles through the air before flinging them away once their eyes were spinning.
"Ah, I want Lord Wilton to treat little Sadi like that too."
At some point.
Sadi, whom Wilton had mercilessly beaten half to death ten days ago, appeared. Her body was still wrapped in bandages, yet her face was flushed as she gazed at the four wailing Jailer Beasts with anticipation and envy.
If she could, she wanted to take the Jailer Beasts' place and be viciously abused by Lord Wilton.
"Lady Sadi, how can you still be thinking such things?"
"It's over. The psychiatrist's treatment did nothing."
Beside her.
The two subordinates caring for Sadi were dumbfounded. They stared in disbelief as Sadi cupped her cheeks with both hands, bashfully and lovingly watching Wilton.
Ever since their Chief Jailer had nearly been beaten to death ten days ago, she would wake up, stare blankly by herself for a while, then make a fuss about seeing Major General Wilton.
She said she wanted to experience again the feeling of being viciously abused by Lord Wilton. The sound of his breaths as he beat her, the scent of his sweat, and his firm, powerful muscles had all remained unforgettable to her.
The two subordinates still remembered how their Chief Jailer had foolishly giggled while covering her cheeks in embarrassment.
She looked as though she was in heat.
At the time, the medical staff and the two of them had only one thought: the Chief Jailer had been beaten stupid.
Later, she was examined by a psychiatrist. Yes, a psychiatrist. Impel Down had doctors for physical injuries as well as psychiatrists.
And nurses.
Their Chief Jailer's sadistic mental illness had grown even more severe, even undergoing some kind of mutation. Tests revealed that not only did she not hate Wilton, who had nearly killed her, she actually looked forward to him brutally abusing her again.
Everyone's minds had practically gone up in smoke.
Without a doubt, it was Stockholm Syndrome.
That vicious beating from Wilton had opened a new door into the New World for Sadi, who already suffered from severe sadistic tendencies.
This time.
Sadi not only liked abusing others, but also liked being abused herself, and only when Wilton abused her could she feel that pleasure.
"Ah~ Lord Wilton, I'm coming! Please ravage me with your fists!"
"What the hell is this?"
Wilton had been fighting the Jailer Beasts with great intensity when a figure suddenly appeared before him. Without thinking, he threw a punch. Accompanied by a pained yet wildly excited, satisfied scream, a dark figure sprayed blood three feet into the air, then shot away like a streak of light, crashing through several cells before being buried beneath rubble, her fate unknown.
"Lady Sadi!"
"When did she—"
The two subordinates hurried after her, digging through the rubble until they pulled Sadi out. Though she looked as if she were about to die, her face was flushed red.
Her half-lidded eyes were full of hazy ecstasy.
At that moment, she felt as if she had ascended into the clouds and seen God!
"Lady Sadi, please wake up."
"Oh no, the blood the Chief Jailer vomited is turning black."
"Quick, get her to the infirmary."
In a flash.
The two subordinates carried Sadi away from the scene. No one knew whether she could be saved this time.
Over here.
Wilton did not take it seriously at all and remained immersed in the chase, because the four Jailer Beasts had stopped fighting him midway through their battle.
They not only threw away their weapons and ran while clutching their heads, but even knew to scatter in different directions.
For a time, chaos erupted. He chased them from Boiling Hell to Hunger Hell, Beast Hell, and Crimson Hell, leaving all of Impel Down in turmoil.
Finally, on the twelfth day, Magellan stepped in and stopped it. He truly could not endure it any longer.
Letting Wilton run wild for this long had already been quite generous of him. Although Impel Down had been at fault in the beginning, Wilton had already taught Sadi and the four Jailer Beasts a lesson, and Magellan himself had come forward.
But Wilton was now seriously affecting Impel Down's operations.
This was the limit of Magellan's patience.
Wilton needed to leave.
The next day.
Dawn broke.
At Impel Down's harbor, a group of Marines was loading supplies. Domino personally came to see him off with several jailers, which was enough to show how much importance they placed on Wilton.
No matter what.
Wilton had gained a great deal from this trip to Impel Down.
"Major General Wilton, have a safe journey."
Domino watched Wilton, who radiated vigor as he continuously worked out his biceps. This man's masculine hormones were simply too intense.
From head to toe, he exuded sunshine and rugged toughness.
One look was all it took to know he was a hard-bodied hunk.
"Warden Domino, this is far enough. Please apologize to Director Magellan for me. I caused you trouble over these twelve days."
Wilton nodded, thinking that once he became Fleet Admiral, he had to find a way to bring Impel Down under the Navy's command. After all, Magellan and Domino were both talented people.
"Alright."
"Goodbye!"
Wilton waved, jumped onto the warship, and amid a burst of alarms, the vessel gradually sailed away from Impel Down.
"Vice Warden, this is bad! Lady Sadi and Minotaurus and the others have disappeared."
Once the warship had completely vanished from sight, Domino turned and returned to Boiling Hell. She planned to report to Magellan first, then get back to work.
But the moment she arrived in Boiling Hell, the two subordinates who had been watching over Sadi rushed over in panic, looking flustered and out of breath.
"What happened?"
Domino's pretty face hardened. What was that sadistic woman causing trouble over now? She was so badly injured—why was she not lying down properly instead of still having the energy to run around?
"We don't know. We searched all of Boiling Hell and couldn't find Lady Sadi or the four Jailer Beasts."
"Check the other levels. That perverted woman may have gone to abuse prisoners again. Once you find her, lock her up immediately. Director Magellan has stripped her of her Chief Jailer position, and she still needs to be imprisoned for a while to reflect."
Domino did not think much of it. Her first thought was that Sadi had gone to torture prisoners again to satisfy her twisted sadistic urges.
"Yes."
Very soon.
Three hours later, in Magellan's office, Domino, several administrators, and the doctors were all wearing gas masks. The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
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