Chapter 90: Slaughterhouse (4)

The gift in the flesh, the prospect in the blood, and the enjoyment in the sound of broken bones.
Enjoy this feast, taste it in your mouth, how happy is the crisp bones.
What does it mean, like its thing, there is faith? Do these eternal beings serving the gods also have faith?
Some of these kinds of problems may be time, which is weighed freely while wandering in the kingdom of gods.
There are opportunities to switch angles, the strength of the needlestone,
There are really too many opportunities.
Because there are always urgent needs and hunger and hesitation.
They are never satisfied and need something to taste, but how can they be satisfied?
They are the dark reality, the motive force of that horrible existence.
But while everything is being enjoyed, they also remain in the front line, leaving horror and despair, because these are the hot fuel, the grindstone of the butcher's knife in their hearts.
But what does it mean to have faith? What is the meaning of this concept? Could it be that they are the representatives of suffering? Is the existence of this ferocious thing just a questionable belief?
There is only one answer-a kind of figurative description of its complex and painful characteristics.
Belief in the heart is actually to believe that what you believe will appear, to believe that the final binge is not far away,
The feast is bound to come to this world, because the barrier separating reality and illusion is getting weaker and weaker.
The eternal thing is destroying it, transforming it with vigour and frustration, and repeatedly turning it into a rumbling growl.
The low growling twists and turns in the vast ocean, gradually invading those sharp enough brains in reality, bringing nightmares and madness. The barrier is still blockable, but it is only a general.
But an opportunity to let the consciousness of this thing slip out.
It glanced across the sky, and there were incredible beasts fighting beneath it. Seeing this, it felt good and laughed.
It is close to the land, where the natural cowardly nature is succumbing to the carnival of hunting, and seeing this again, it also feels good, and the laughter becomes more crazy.
It sees a world that has no hope but a sharp edge, a life exists only to build a great kingdom of death, an already feast of flesh and blood.
Some kind of joy swelled, so it laughed, and the laughter passed through the world and the twisted nightmare, and passed into the tumultuous minds of sensitive people, and let those who howl mad by it never stop.
Its thoughts roamed through the gaps, wandered through the endless dark forest, rejoiced through the empty mountains, and the sunlight was like a dead star in its eyes.
Learned of the intimidating intimidation here and learned that the killing was ensured here. It was surrounded by numerous screams and carnival murmurs as they scrambled to squeeze out the eroded holes, trying to get a cup in the upcoming feast Cannibalism.
Suddenly, it became impatient, and began to search for inadequacies. This real world, like a canvas paved for painful paintings, was in front of it, but it could not be ravaged in its claws, driving it to madness.
Where is the promised feast? The horror in this world is devouring itself, as if the carnivorous plants are digesting the reckless prey, but eternal existence is not a guest at the table.
Where are those conscious lives? Without soul, where is innocence, where is the sacrifice? Without victims, who can bring real fear? This world is a huge unawakened believer. Although the belief in eternal existence is firm, although it is a loyal servant, it is impatient.
It began to direct thoughts to the place that attracted it.
They are calling out loudly to let it see the dawn, but it is attracted here not only for the promise.
It ripped open the annoying veil roughly, swayed the tide of the vast ocean, then laughed heartily, and then growled angrily. It found the cause of need for patience. This flesh-and-blood millstone is just a stage. All the actors have not danced on it, but they will come soon.
It hides behind the scenes, its appearance is coming, and it waits patiently in low praise.
A chorus sounded beside him, and his followers were called to accompany the attendants to praise and witness the revelation.
The moment came for them quickly, they pushed forward and squeezed each other thinking to taste the real flesh. Growling and pressing back and forth, filling the cravings with cravings, until the non-real world begins to drink with hunger and thirst.
It roared for quiet, because it felt something was changing.
It looked down from the sky, like the ruler of everything in the King's Land, it saw a pair of equally hungry eyes, a hot green flame, and that, the triple meaning of spirit and soul.
That perception is enough to push the limits of the real world, and has been pushed to the boundary of consciousness, the shoals of the vast ocean, like flying insects touching the web.
This is a disturbance beyond the promise. The predators' low growls will frighten the followers away and escape into the depths of the vast ocean, but this provocative high will make it warlike, and the feast has already begun. , It will never miss!
The chanting gradually turned into howling, when those sad praisers cut their own throats with their sharp blades, and presented the last dish of the carnival for this carnival, the thing born of the atrocities, seized a moment when the fissure broke open, fierce Slammed down from a bystander to a participant.
Unclean power stirred the tumbling flesh, and the diffuse scarlet mist enveloped the entire altar, vaguely able to see a giant being struggling and shaping it.
Its arrival is no accident.
In the distant era, human beings are still in the past of ignorance. A huge disaster occurred in the land. The whole year did not produce any food and crops. The hungry people ate everything that could be eaten in the wilderness. When they prayed to the lord and the king, all they got was an indifferent sword.
The first man who was mad by hunger stretched out his hands to his own kind.
Cannibalism is not enough. Sweet flesh and blood will only make hunger deeper.
When the people who had never met each other had been eaten away, their eyes were covered by greedy appetite. The eater should have served as son, husband and father.
All the emotions and actions of Fanchen will be reflected in the sea of ​​soul, and this disaster is no exception.
All, pain, fear and betrayal doubts are all condensed in another dimension. For the vast ocean, slaughter is the most delicious food, and of all the slaughter, it is the powerful who abuses and protects them. The atrocities of the weak are the most ugly.
Every slaughter will make a demon born from the vast ocean, just as every moment of pain and blood splash brings countless crying and fears, the demon is born in different ways, a demon born in flames may mean that in this world More than a dozen lives were burned to death; when a mother saw her child being picked on the tip of the spear, her heart-breaking horror and hatred would make the other one appear.
And when an unprecedented massive famine occurred, an extremely powerful demon appeared, which brought together all the suffering, cruelty and bloodshed of the slayers in this disaster.
It was a creature that could not be woven with imagination. When a man was driven by endless hunger and chopped his knife to his wife and children for the purpose of satiety~EbookFREE.me~ It was born in the sea of ​​flesh and blood.
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The roar enough to make the soul tremble, a pair of huge metal hoofs stepped out of the fog, and then a slightly bloated demon body.
Its skin is morbid waxy yellow mixed with oozing blood, symbolizing the stomach twitched by hunger; its armor is composed of numerous bones, derived from bones abandoned after being eaten; its right hand holds A giant blade, shaped like a butcher's boning knife, covered with evil glyphs on the mottled blade, while its left hand was wrapped with a chain of chains, and a spiky hook at the end shook slightly.
Its head is like a beast, not a beast, like a human being, not a human being, its deep sunken eyes flash green and red light alternately, its slightly swollen abdomen has a huge mouth full of spikes, every breath echoes thousands of victims. Howling before death.
It used to have many names, but they were imposed on it by ignorant people, without knowing the so-called title and code name.
Only a few talents know that the fame hidden in the dark past, the aftertone of despair echoed in Hanan-Prince of Gluttony.