Chapter 2977 Master of Pain
Seeing these depraved and evil scenes also means that they have arrived at the first floor of the Haemonculi Secret Realm. Although the marble floor is covered with the excrement of this building, The way the floor is laid here is much more "traditional" anyway.
Through the gate full of teeth, the Witch Spirit escort team entered a building. The painful lows and screams of the flesh-and-blood building itself echoed, and the small cells on the surrounding walls were as dense as blisters. It was reported in the media that larger specimens were imprisoned in the cages made of ribs and thick cartilage. The beings imprisoned here came from all over the galaxy and from all races, and without exception were subjected to extremely horrific torture.
All kinds of creatures that were mutilated to a horrifying degree howled to her, begging without exception to be released from their pain, and all the wizards trembled with pleasure: this refined The pain was so intense that they were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.
But this is actually not a good thing, because it will increase their excitement threshold. After tasting too much, ordinary torture will become tasteless to them, which will bring more severe pain.
So not only did Yalin not enjoy it, she was even trying to fight against this excitement.
At this time, they were walking on the smooth "floor", which was a piece of human skin stretched to an extremely huge size. Every time they took a step, it would tremble violently in pain.
Finally, after stepping through this prison of flesh and blood, they arrived where they wanted to go.
Two doors made of thick flesh and blood curtains opened with a clear groan, and a strange smell boiled out.
This is a terrifying palace, or execution chamber, with light green liquid flowing down the corrugated walls. Most of the carvings on the walls are carved from bones, covered with thick There is a thick layer of black mucus, and the tumor flesh is embedded in the wall. It beats like a second hand with the tiny twitches of residual nerve activity. The blood vessel membrane is tightened into a form similar to a curtain, constantly pulsating in endless severe pain. , many facilities that are more like instruments of torture than workbenches are densely scattered everywhere. The scarred slaves are hung alive on the railings, using their stretched skin as a curtain to prevent the smelly blood mist generated during work from splattering everywhere. .
There are several Haemonculi working here most of the time, but currently there is only one, with about six Torturers and twice that many slaves serving him.
The pain in this building was so thick that it seemed to permeate the air, and Yalin even felt her senses buzzing.
"New materials from the Cabal have been sent over, Master Dracalus."
"Wow, what an efficient and warm-hearted lady, thank you for taking the risk of soiling your legs. "Danger comes to me."
In the strange double sound, a figure slowly floated out from the stirring curtain of flesh and blood. He seemed to be a thin living corpse, with a long and narrow face covered with a corpse. He was wearing a mask and a dirty leather windbreaker. Black blood vessels could be seen under the exposed skin. A forked bone tool stand stood behind him, and there were several wriggling tentacles, all stained with blood. Cutting tools and syringes, three of the four arms are holding the tools, and the other is holding a jar with a beating brain inside. Four spiny tails are constantly swinging between his legs, as if a sea creature is attached to him. .
At this time, a pitiful creature with six legs and its entire head made into a disk whimpered and walked up to Master Haemonculus. He then placed the brain jar on it, narrowed his eyes and seemed to be smiling.
"I'm sorry, because I'm at work, it may be a bit unsightly and impolite, I hope you don't mind."
Yalin did not answer the other party's words, because it is very dangerous to gossip with a Bloodling. , especially this one with the title of Master of Pain.
“Bring it over.”
The high-pitched and cold voice of the Witch Spirit echoed in the palace of flesh and blood.
Looking at the suspended thorny hills, the Haemonculus master leaned forward, his dark eyes shining with excitement. Then Master Haemonculus slowly floated over and looked at the slaves inside carefully. Each of them was wrapped in blood-stained cloth, and their cheeks and exposed flesh were completely covered, but Master Haemonculus could still smell the smell of rotten flesh. .
There is no doubt that this is a "product" of the Screaming Vortex, where the apes have been contaminated to varying degrees by the evil power of the Supreme Being.
But it also gives them greater tolerance.
At a glance, there were dozens of cages, probably holding thousands of slaves. It was not too many, but it was enough to last for a while, but he knew that this batch of goods would not be that simple.
"Is this all Ms. Aniara asked you to bring me?"
The Witch Spirit shook his head, and then two Daughters of Kane dragged a huge figure forward with nerve restraint chains.
The Haevilian's eyes immediately shone. It was an Astartes bound by chains. There were only two bloody holes where the eyes were originally, and two curved horns sprouted from the temples. His skin was covered with weird and evil tattoos, he was talking to himself and giggling, and he was obviously half crazy.
“The hunting has yielded good results. The phantom army that just emerged in the Screaming Whirlpool seems to have suffered a serious blow. The entire organization has been shattered and is now besieged by various forces. This is one of them, The hostess caught a dozen of them on a planet. They all suffered severe mutations, suspected to be due to directly traveling through subspace. The hostess asked me to tell you that this batch of goods may be dangerous——"
“I know them better than you do,”
The impatient Haemon immediately interrupted her.
"Their power is extraordinary, yes, but we can still try. I happen to be researching a mutagen to deal with subspace monsters"
A servant handed it over respectfully. Bringing a crystal pot, Master Haemonculus stretched out his hand, grabbed the pot, and then used a syringe to drink some of the purple suspension inside.
After waving his hands to signal the wizard spirits to move away, the Haemonculus master stabbed the captured phantom warrior with a needle.
A few seconds later, there was a horrifying scream, and the man clutched his head with both hands and screamed in pain.
Soon, from his crotch to his neck, the flesh and blood transformed into dozens of huge mouths that pulled and bitten. Each mouth was intertwined with messy teeth and flailing tongues, as if the body of this miserable creature was digesting itself.
Master Xue Lingren's eyes widened, as if analyzing the effect, and then injected another dose.
Almost instantly, the twisted flesh rippled and bubbled like boiling oil, and the foul-smelling sulfur smoke filled the entire palace. Yalin stepped back in disgust, seeing the monster's skull melting and melting. Folded and turned into a shapeless mass, dozens of bloodshot eyes popped out of thin air, stinging tentacles suddenly erupted, tasting the surrounding air with terrifying and hungry movements.
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