Seeing these depraved and evil scenes also meant that they had arrived at the first floor of the Haemonculi Realm. Although the marble floor was stained with excrement from this building, the way the floor was laid here was at least "traditional"
many.
Through the door full of teeth, the Wuling escort team entered a building. The painful low moans and screams of the flesh-and-blood building itself echoed with each other, coming from the small cells densely packed with blisters on the surrounding walls.
Larger specimens are imprisoned in the cages made of thick cartilage. The beings imprisoned here come from all over the galaxy and from all races, and without exception are subjected to extremely horrific torture.
All kinds of creatures that had been mutilated to a horrifying degree howled to her, begging without exception to be released from their pain. All the wizards were trembling with pleasure: this refined pain was so strong,
It makes them so excited that they can'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. Light green liquid flows down the corrugated walls. Most of the carvings on the walls are carved from bones, covered with a thick layer of black mucus.
The tumor mass is embedded in the wall, beating like a second hand with the tiny twitch of residual nerve activity. The blood vessel membrane is tightened into a curtain-like form, constantly pulsing in endless severe pain. Many of them are not so much work.
Facilities that were more like instruments of torture were densely scattered everywhere. The scarred slaves were hung alive on the railings, using their stretched skin as a curtain to prevent the stinking blood mist generated during work from splattering everywhere.
Most of the time there will be several Haemonculi working here at the same time, but currently there is only one here, with about six tormentors and twice as 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.
"The conspiracy's new materials have been sent over, Master Dracalus."
"Wow, that's really efficient... Warm-hearted lady, thank you for risking your legs to get dirty by coming here."
In the weird double sound, a figure slowly floated out from the stirring curtain of flesh and blood. He seemed to be a skinny living corpse, with a long and narrow face covered with a mask, and a dirty leather windbreaker on his body.
Black blood vessels could be seen under the exposed skin. A forked bone tool stand stood behind him, and there were several wriggling tentacles with blood-stained cutting tools and syringes on them. Three of the four arms were holding
Tools, and the other held a jar with a beating brain inside. Four spiny tails were swinging between his legs, as if a sea creature was 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 the Haemonculus Master. He immediately placed the brain can on it, narrowed his eyes and seemed to be smiling.
"Sorry, it may be a bit unsightly and impolite because I'm at work. I hope you don't mind."
Yalin did not answer the other party's words, because it was very dangerous to gossip with a Haemonculus, especially one who had the title of Master of Pain.
"bring it here."
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 containing thousands of slaves. It was not a lot, 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 using nerve restraint chains.
The Haemon's eyes immediately shone. It was an Astartes bound by chains. There were only two bloody holes where the eyes were originally. Two curved horns sprouted from the temples, and the skin was full of weird and evil things.
tattoo, talking to himself and giggling, obviously half crazy.
"The hunting has yielded good results. The phantom army that just emerged in the Screaming Vortex seems to have suffered a serious blow. The entire organization is shattered and is now besieged by various forces. This is one of them. The hostess is on a planet.
We have captured more than a dozen of them, and they have all undergone serious mutations, suspected to be due to directly traveling through subspace. The hostess asked me to tell you that this batch of goods may be somewhat 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 working on a mutagen to deal with subspace monsters..."
A servant respectfully handed over 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 hand to signal the wizard spirits to retreat, Master Haemonculus stabbed the captured phantom warrior with a needle.
A few seconds later, there were horrifying screams. The man clutched his head with both hands and screamed in agony.
Soon, from his crotch to his neck, the flesh and blood transformed into dozens of huge, pulling and biting mouths. 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 he was analyzing the effect, and then he 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 backed away in disgust, and saw that the freak's skull was melting and folding, turning into a
A shapeless mass, dozens of bloodshot eyes appeared out of thin air, stinging tentacles suddenly erupted, tasting the surrounding air with terrifying and hungry movements.