Blood of Mercury

After the door opened, the noise rushed to Roland like an ocean current.

The roar of gears.

Mechanical roar.

Metal rubbing.

The space of about 800 square meters is filled with various machinery.

It was as if Roland had returned to the factory at the end of the twentieth century in an instant.

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

The inner layers of these small holes are inlaid with dense runes. Roland looked from a distance, and the black runes were flowing slowly like tadpoles.

Some huge hollow cobblestones like rolling stones were lifted by the mechanical arm and hung on these human-shaped potholes, rubbing and crushing 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 cobblestones scratched and scratched the human-shaped potholes that had been burnt and blackened by the fire over and over again. There was a constant creaking sound inside. The filtration of the cobblestone enters the next process.

Whether it's the polished metal surface or the solder joints that are free of any virtual welds, it's a testament to the skill of the alchemists who made these machines. Even if the part close to the ground has been distorted and deformed by the high temperature, it has not affected its function; the interlocking machine that can operate without human operation highlights the wisdom of these alchemists.

However, Roland was not shocked by this.

He had already seen this scene when he led the Raiders here.

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

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

People of different ages and sizes were rudely stuck in these holes. Under the fine-tuning of the alchemy circle, these holes are tightly fitted, and no one can escape from them.

The boulders were so heavy that the bones of the poor victims would be crushed in just one roll. The viscera will be mashed into a mud by the force of the crush and its own broken bone slag.

Then, under the suction from the inside of the hollow cobblestone, the surface of their skin would rupture, and the blood and visceral slurry would be roughly washed from the surface of the skin. Squeezed clean.

After the cobblestones are full of blood, the robotic arm lifts them aloft, under the action of gravity to pipe all the filtered bodily fluids to the next set of machines.

After the squeezing is almost done, the first section of these cobblestones will be pressed into a pool by the mechanical arm. In the process of quickly inhaling and squirting clean water, the cobblestone will quickly clean its own filter.

The washed waste water is now dark red as blood. Outward down the waste pipe - it's the blood pool in the previous room.

If only to this extent. Then Roland won't feel any shock, just marvel at the cruelty of Singia's methods.

However, it's not over yet.

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

What she wanted was the blood of "creatures" mixed with fragments of the bodies of the Twilight dependents.

After those people were run over, it wasn't over - their **** had just begun.

After the cobblestone is lifted, a sharp, hook-like device will hold a small piece of flesh and stab the victim's body, which has basically been crushed to a pulp, and press it about the position of the heart. .

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

under the power of magic. These people will not lose consciousness due to physical injuries - this was originally a technique used by the White Tower wizards when performing fatal wound repair operations and some special research.

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

Or an extra pair of hands, or a mouth or eyes -- and maybe genitalia -- all over the skin. In short, it has completely lost its normal shape as a human being.

But before they can feel sad about it, the cobblestones that have just been washed from the "pool" will strike again, repeating the previous steps, continuing to crush and squeeze their bodily fluids.

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

On the one hand, there is continuous squeezing, and on the other hand, there is continuous magic input - damage and repair form an ingenious balance. These monsters who have obtained the body fragments of the Twilight dependents have also obtained a considerable degree of immortality. Given the sufficient supply of magic power and the continuous and constantly squeezed life, it can be said that they cannot survive without dying.

The most frightening thing is that these victims are completely conscious throughout the process.

The long ordeal will last for months. Until the consciousness of these monsters completely collapsed due to pain and mental pollution.

At that time, under the brokenness of the spirit, their bodies will also be broken into pieces of meat in sync.

These crawling pieces of meat will be precisely picked up by the probe claws, making fine adjustments for the next wave of victims' operations.

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

There are men, women, old people, children, non-humans, pure monsters...

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

If you try to stop these machines. If you pull out those monsters, you can even see that these originally powerful and immortal monsters have acquired a new form - a pie shape due to prolonged torture.

The front and back are generally thick, can not walk, can not lift arms.

They are like the bones and flesh of the whole body are evenly broken, stirred and mixed together, and then poured into this human-shaped mold to bake the food.

It doesn't matter if it has four hands, or if the skin is covered with mouths or eyes. Anyway, the only thing that can be pulled out is a sluggish and godless monster cake.

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

Let's take a look at the instruments used to extract the raw materials of the blood of the glow - the gold extractor, the precision probe, the consciousness maintenance machine...

These outstanding inventions were invented by the White Tower wizards or alchemists to save human lives, but they were transformed under Singia's greed and malice, and became more ferocious than torture instruments. 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, Singia died so quickly and miserably after popping out into the wild.

Since seeing Ma Ke, Roland knew that these victims must have been burned to ashes by the angry Ma Ke, who had been released from the long-term torture.

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

But Roland understood after thinking about it.

This 80% is that Marco wants people to move away. But I was bombarded by Roland, and I probably don't remember it now... Right?

After all, the Ashes are extremely lacking in healing.

After losing the Higgs series of divine spells released by the Howlers, it is obviously not enough to rely on the healing touch released by the Ashmen who were transferred with a small amount of white mistletoe.

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

In the large black mud, there is a human-shaped hole, but there is a bit of flesh and blood inside.

Only the machine corresponding to this hole was still working normally, and the faint yellow liquid slowly flowed to the next room through the conduit.

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

When Roland entered the door, he was shocked by this.

Why didn't Marco give him a simple one? How on earth did he offend Mark?

Prompted by the strong curiosity that emerged in his heart, Roland couldn't help but walk over to take a look.

"Pyroxene species?!"

I don't know if I don't see it, but I'm startled when I see it - what's in it is not a transformed human at all, but a complete twilight dependents!

I saw a pyroxene-type monster that was cut into five pieces by some kind of sharp object and was smashed into pieces. Her right leg was only crushed by her thigh, and her calf almost fell out.

Roland only had to glance at the flesh that was roasted with oil 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... Not so much about these~www.wuxiaspot.com~, how did this guy escape the detection of An Ruosi's humanoids?

Or, An Ruosi is lying to Roland?

Numerous 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 to come over, was so frightened that she turned pale when she saw the stones rolled and crushed by the boulders, but she still held her spirits and asked Roland with a trembling voice: "I feel like it looks a little familiar..."

"Ah, you're right."

Roland narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"This wound can only be made by Kluveen's blade shield." (To be continued.)