quicksilver blood

Chapter 132
After the door was opened, the hustle and bustle rushed towards Roland like an ocean current.

The roar of gears.

The roar of machinery.

Metal crunching.

The space of about [-] square meters is filled with all kinds of machinery.

It was as if Roland had instantly returned to the factory at the end of the [-]th century.

The first thing that caught Roland's eyes was the large and small human-shaped holes on the wall facing him.

The inner layer of these small holes is inlaid with dense runes. Roland looked from a distance, and the black runes flowed slowly like tadpoles.

Some huge hollow boulders, like crushing stones, were lifted by the mechanical arm, hung on these human-shaped potholes, and rubbed and crushed these human-shaped hollows over and over again according to a certain mechanical law.

Roland looked from a distance and saw that some of the holes were filled with gray-black plaster, while others were empty.

Those round stones scraped over and over again the human-shaped hole that had been burnt black by fire, and there was a constant creaking sound inside. Useless gray-black viscous liquid was squeezed out from the balls of mud and passed through the hollow. The filtration of the cobblestones has entered the next process.

Whether it is the polished metal surface or the solder joints that have not been welded, it proves the superb skills of the alchemists who produced these machines.Even though the part close to the ground has been distorted and deformed by the high temperature, its function has not been affected; the interlocking machines that can operate without human operation highlight the wisdom of these alchemists.

However, Roland was not shocked by this.

He had already seen this scene when he led the team to attack here.

When he came here for the first time, he suffered a blow that was a hundred times stronger than this——

There, those human-shaped cavities were not empty, nor were they filled with gray-black plaster.

People of all ages and sizes were roughly stuck in these holes.Under the fine-tuning of the alchemy circle, these holes fit perfectly, and no one could escape from them.

These boulders are so heavy that after they have only to be rolled once, the bones of these poor victims will be crushed, and the internal organs will be smashed together in the crushing force and their own shattered bones. Mud.

Then, under the suction coming from inside the hollow boulder, their skin surface would burst open, and the blood and internal organs slurry would be roughly washed out of the skin surface and squeezed clean.

After these boulders are full of blood, the robotic arm will lift them up, and under the action of gravity, all the filters of those bodily fluids will be piped to the next set of machines.

After almost squeezing, the first section of these boulders will be pressed into a pool by the mechanical arm.In the process of quickly inhaling and spraying clean water, the cobblestone will soon clean its filter.

And the washed waste water is now dark red like blood.It flows out along the waste pipe - it is the blood pool in the previous room.

If it was only to this extent, then Roland would not feel any shock, but would just be amazed at the cruelty of Singia's methods.

However, all this is not over yet.

It wasn't blood that Singia wanted.She is not an erotic demon, and has no need for human bodily fluids.

What she wants is the blood of "creatures" mixed with body fragments of the Twilight Familiars.

After those people were crushed, it wasn't over—their hell had just begun.

After the boulder is lifted, a sharp claw-like instrument will clamp a small piece of flesh and blood into the victim's body, which has been basically crushed into a paste, and press it to the position of the heart. .

After that, the runes on those human-shaped round pits will activate, quickly repairing their injuries.

Under the maintenance of magic power, these people will not lose consciousness due to physical injuries-this was originally the technique used by the wizards of the White Tower to perform fatal wound repair surgery and some special research.

Then, amid the desperate cries of these victims, they will find that their bodies have undergone terrible mutations under the catalysis of excess magic power.

Or an extra set of hands, or a mouth or eyes—and maybe genitalia—in the skin.In short, it completely lost its normal shape as a human being.

But before they feel sad because of this, the boulders that have just been washed from the "pool" will strike again, repeat the previous steps, and continue to crush and squeeze their body fluids.

But this time, these boulders will not let go of these victims who have been transformed into monsters before the filter port is completely blocked.

On the one hand, there is continuous extrusion, on the other hand, there is continuous input of magic power—the damage and repair form an ingenious balance. These monsters that have obtained the body fragments of the Twilight Familiars have also gained a considerable degree of immortality. And the continuous, constantly squeezed life, it can be said that you can't live but you can't die.

The most frightening thing is that the consciousness of these victims is completely awake throughout the process.

The long torment will last for several months, until the consciousness of these monsters completely collapses due to pain and mental pollution.

At that time, under the shattered spirit, their bodies will also be simultaneously broken into pieces of meat.

These lumps of flesh crawling all over the ground will be accurately picked up by the probe claws, and fine-tuned for the next wave of operations on the victims.

As a result, the entire blood pumping room was filled with wailing sounds all the time.

There are men, women, old people, children, inhumans, pure monsters...

These wailing sounds are intertwined, even louder than the roar of machinery.

If you try to stop these machines and dig out those monsters, you can even see that these monsters that were originally powerful and immortal have acquired a new posture due to long-term torture - big pie shape.

The front and back are generally thick, and they cannot walk or lift their arms.

They seem to break up the bones and flesh of the whole body evenly, stir and mix them together, and then pour them into this human-shaped mold to bake the food.

It doesn't matter if it's four hands, or if the skin is full of mouths or eyes.Anyway, the only thing that can be picked out is a dull and godless monster cake.

When they came to this dungeon for the first time, the two girls from Roland's team couldn't bear to cry.

Look at the utensils used to extract the raw materials of the blood of radiance - the fine gold extractor, the precision probe claw, the consciousness maintenance machine...

These outstanding inventions, invented either by the wizards of the White Tower or by alchemists, were used to save human life, but under the greed and malice of Singia, they were transformed into something more cruel than instruments of torture. Terrible machine.

This is an insult to the "human" race.

Not to mention the humanist Marco, quite a few players said they couldn't bear it at all.

Because of this, Xingia died so quickly and miserably after jumping out and becoming a wild boss.

Ever since seeing Marco, Roland knew that these victims must have been burned to ashes by Marco, who was full of anger, and had been freed from the long torture in advance.

But he was surprised that these machines were not destroyed by Marco.

But Roland understood after thinking about it.

This is probably because Marco wants people to move away.However, he was blasted as a boss by Roland, and now he probably doesn't remember it... right?

After all, the Embers are desperately short of healing options.

After losing the Higgs series of magic spells released by the Howlers, the healing touch released by only a small number of white oak-turned Ashmen is obviously not enough.

However, when Roland looked at these machines, he found a discordant note.

Among the large expanses of black mud, there is still a human-shaped hole with some flesh and blood in it.

Only the machine corresponding to this hole is still working normally, and the dim yellow liquid slowly flows through the catheter to the next room.

In other words, Marco did not stop the operation of this group of machines.

That's why Roland was shocked when he entered the door.

Why didn't Marco give him a clean slate?How did he offend Marco?
Urged by the strong curiosity that emerged in his heart, Roland couldn't help but walk over and take a look.

"Pyroxene species?!"

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, but I’m startled when I look at it—it’s not a transformed human being at all, but a complete Twilight Familiars!
I saw a pyroxene monster that was cut into five pieces by some kind of sharp object. After being chopped up, it was thrown here at will, and was crushed by a stone hammer to squeeze out the juice.Only her thigh was crushed on her right leg, and her calf almost fell out.

Roland only had to take a brief look at the roasted and sizzling flesh to know that this pyroxene species had not evolved the ability to resist heat.

In other words, it was thrown in after Marco left.

who is it?

Why did he do this?
No... Rather than talking about this, how did this guy escape the detection of An Ruosi's humanoid creature?
Or, An Ruosi is lying to Roland?
Countless doubts emerged in Roland's mind.

At this moment, Roland discovered a detail——

this wound...

"Mr. Roland... this wound..."

An Ruosi, who didn't know when he came over, was pale with fright because he saw the rocks being rolled and crushed by huge boulders, but he still forced himself to ask Roland with a trembling voice: "I feel, it seems a bit familiar..."

"Ah, you are right."

Roland narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"This wound can only be made by Kluvern's blade shield."

(End of this chapter)