I continued the angel's torture for three days. I didn't stop to eat, rest, or sleep—not because I didn't want to, but because I became so immersed in the act of torturing and the guilt I felt that I didn't notice time passing until the angel girl gave in.
By the second day, she was already screaming desperately everything she knew, but I didn't stop the torture. She was still in tremendous pain, though I never actually prevented her from speaking, even if her voice became hoarse and mangled after a certain point.
And I obtained some success. First, the reason these angels had come around here. It turns out the angels had marked 19 locations on the continent where they could attempt to build secret operational bases to transmit information.
One of those places was near here, and they had sent a relatively small group just to verify if the location was suitable or not. So the angels weren't prepared to be easily suppressed; they were arrogant.
