A wave of fear was gradually creeping up Siannia's body like a growing vine, but when the fear overwhelmed him, he realized that he couldn't run.
It's not that he has never seen such a scene before, he obviously won't be afraid.
But at that time, he just watched from the perspective of a bystander, admiring the desperate expressions on the faces of the witches and Sethia's pain.
But he understood that now that he was standing here, he was involved.
He was in a huge slaughterhouse. The giant butchers raised their butcher knives and slaughtered them as if they were fish on the chopping board. Now, he was also the fish on the chopping board.
"Help, help me!"
A scream rang out again, and Seannia looked over and saw a familiar face. It was an affiliated god under Kaweilu. It should have been killed by Xiao Zhimiao and the divine bones were removed. But he is here now.
His hair also turned red, and he was surrounded by crimson magic.
The butchers only recognized red hair and crimson magic. They dragged the man to a wooden board soaked in blood and chopped off his legs first.
"Give me a hand. His hand has just grown and is tender. I want to make dinner."
NPC Feiqi in the Judgment Day dungeon walked up to the butcher with a stooped waist and pointed at one of the arms of this subordinate god.
The butcher made a deep sound, and then cut off an arm for him.
The man's scream almost penetrated Siannia's eardrums. Siannia suddenly thought of something and looked down again. The witch at her feet was also a familiar face, one of the affiliated gods.
A head rolled to Siannia's feet. It was the man just now.
The sound of chopping meat sounded in his ears. The butchers were chopping the man's meat.
Obviously they didn't like eating heads very much, so they cut off the head and threw it aside. But even if he was beheaded, he was still alive. He could only watch his body being chopped into pieces, and then bit by bit. Eat.
"vomit!!!"
Siannia bent over and retched. He had eaten nothing and couldn't vomit anything out. He could only keep retching.
"Seannia, save me, save me!"
The people who were still alive in the slaughterhouse discovered Cyannia and started asking him for help.
"Seannia, I can't take it anymore, help me!"
"Save me, Cyannia!"
"Seannia..."
"Seannia!"
There were more and more calls for help. Siannia looked around and found that every face was familiar to him, including gods and witch hunters who had persecuted witches. They arranged them in each copy. Important NPCs, their envoys in the land of gods.
This used to be a slaughterhouse for witches, now it's theirs.
But everyone has red hair, is wrapped in crimson magic, and now they are "witches" too.
He saw people whose hands and feet had been cut off grow back, but before they could run away, they were dragged back, and then hung on a wooden frame by the butchers with hooks, like hanging a fan of pork.
When the butchers were full, they would leave them alone. When they were hungry, they would just take a "piece of meat" from the shelf to fill their stomachs.
These people whose hands were once stained with the blood of witches, and the gods who played with them as if they were toys, are now reaping the consequences.
This copy was created by them. They experimented with the witches over and over again, and restarted the copy over and over again to make them feel hell.
Now, they are also in hell.
Cyannia finally came to his senses and wanted to run away, but there was a magic circle here that suppressed the magic power, so he couldn't run away at all.
"There's a new guy here again." Fitch's voice sounded behind Siannia. His voice was rough and ugly, and he let out a weird laugh that made people's hair stand on end.
A large hand grabbed Seannia's leg, and Seannia fell to the ground, being dragged by the butcher toward the cutting board.
"Hello newcomers, it tastes fresh again." Fitch stood aside with a blood-stained knife and fork, looking at Siannia with gleaming eyes.
"Let me go, you disgusting monsters!!!"
Cyannia kept struggling and beating. Now that he didn't have any magic power, he could only struggle feebly and roar.
He was thrown heavily on the chopping board by the butcher. Seeing that he was struggling too hard, he grabbed his legs and slammed him on the chopping board, just like grabbing a frog, until all the bones in his body were broken. He couldn't move, so he sharpened it and began to think about where to cut the knife.
Cyannia's eyes bulged, and she watched in great horror as they slashed her body with knives again and again.
He was familiar with this process, he had seen it with his own eyes, more than once.
He and the gods who designed the copy looked at it with great interest and discussed whether they could really make delicious food.
If not, we have to make more changes in the plot until they become plates of delicacies, occupying one of the plots, and then let Sethia be the first to taste it.
Sethia tasted it, it was her favorite dessert.
Now, it's his turn.
He listened to Fitch discussing in his ear which part of the meat should be used and what kind of food should be made into it.
Which part is more tender and which part is suitable for making soup.
These words are all planned by them, and they are proud of this bloody and perverted plot.
Siannia turned her head and looked around, and saw a row of spare "meat" hanging on the shelf.
Their eyes were numb, as if they had experienced the fate of being put on the chopping block many times.
"It doesn't matter, they won't be numb for long."
A figure appeared in Siannia's sight, that was Xiao Zhimiao, who was transformed into an NPC.
She stroked Siannia's deformed face with her hand and whispered: "Whenever they are almost numb, I will go back and restart, and they will not remember how many times they have been slaughtered here. .”
Siannia's eyes suddenly widened, "Sai..."
Then he screamed, and he didn't know which piece of his body was cut.
The screams continued one after another, and Xiao Zhimiao stood there looking at him.
Listening to Siannia's angry scolding, the expression on his face did not change at all.
"Devil, Seannia, she is the real devil!"
Xiao Zhimiao laughed when she heard this devilish sound. She whispered in Siannia's ear: "Do you know how I have managed to survive all these years? Now, feel it well, and I will also look back on your experience. This memory, just like you made me feel it over and over again, you should also taste the taste of despair."
