After the door opened, the noise suddenly rushed to Roland like an ocean current.
The roar of gears.
Mechanical roar.
The sound of metallic friction.
The space of about 800 square meters is filled to the brim with all kinds of machinery.
It was as if Roland had instantly returned to the factory at the end of the 20th century.
The first thing that caught Roland's eyes were the large and small human-shaped holes on the wall facing him.
The inner layers of these small holes were inlaid with dense runes. Roland looked from a distance and saw that the black runes were flowing slowly like tadpoles.
Some huge hollow boulders like rolling stones were lifted up by mechanical arms and hung on these human-shaped holes. They were rubbed and crushed 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 mud, while others were empty.
Those round stones scraped over and over again the human-shaped pit that had been burnt black by the 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 enters the next process.
Whether it is the polished metal surface or the solder joints without any false welds, they all prove the superb skills of the alchemists who produced these machines. Even though the parts close to the ground have been distorted and deformed by the high temperature, it has not been affected.
The functions of the machine; 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 a team to attack here.
When he first arrived here, he suffered a blow that was far more severe than this -
At that time, those human-shaped hollows were not empty. Nor were they filled with gray-black mud.
People of different ages and sizes were roughly stuck in these holes. With the fine-tuning of the alchemy circle, these holes were sealed tightly. No one could escape from them.
These boulders are so heavy that when they roll once, all the bones of these poor victims will be crushed, and their internal organs will be smashed into pieces under the huge squeeze and their own broken 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 saturated with blood, the robotic arm will lift them high. Under the action of gravity, all the body fluid filtrate will be transported through pipes to the next set of machines.
After they are almost squeezed, the first sections of these cobblestones will be pressed into a pool by the mechanical arm. The cobblestones will quickly clean their own filter as they rapidly inhale and spray out clean water.
The washed wastewater is now as dark red as blood. It flows outward along the wastewater pipe - it is the blood pool in the previous room.
If it was only to this extent, then Roland would not feel any shock, he would just be amazed by the cruelty of Xingia's methods.
However, this is not over yet.
What Xingiya wants is not blood. She is not a sex demon and has no need for human body fluids.
What she wants is the blood of "creatures" mixed with the body fragments of Dusk's people.
After those people were crushed to death, everything didn't end - their hell had just begun.
After the boulder is lifted, a sharp hook-like instrument will hold a small piece of flesh and roughly penetrate into the victim's body, which has been basically ground into paste, and press it to approximately the position of the heart.
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After that, the runes on the human-shaped circular 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 a technique used by White Tower wizards when performing fatal injury repair surgeries and certain special research.
Later, in the desperate cries of these victims, they will find that their bodies have undergone horrific mutations under the catalysis of excessive magic power.
Or it may have grown an extra pair of hands, or its skin may have been covered with mouths or eyes - and perhaps reproductive organs. In short, it has completely lost its normal shape as a human being.
But before they can feel sad about this, the boulders just washed from the "pool" will attack again. Repeat the previous steps and continue to crush and squeeze their body fluids.
But this time, these cobblestones will not let go of the victims who have been transformed into monsters before the filter port is completely blocked.
On the one hand, there is continuous squeezing, and on the other hand, there is the continuous input of magic power - damage and repair form a delicate balance. These monsters that have obtained the body fragments of the Dusk People have also gained a considerable degree of immortality. With sufficient supply of magic power,
And the life that continues to be squeezed, it can be said that you can't live but die.
The most frightening thing is that the victims were completely conscious during the entire process.
The long-lasting torture will last for several months until the consciousness of these monsters completely collapses due to pain and mental pollution.
At that time, under the broken spirit, their bodies will also be broken into pieces of flesh simultaneously.
These pieces of flesh crawling all over the floor will be accurately picked up by the claws, and fine adjustments will be made for the next wave of victims.
As a result, the entire blood pumping room was filled with wailing sounds all the time.
There are men, women, old people, children, non-human beings, pure monsters...
These wails were intertwined together, even louder than the roar of machinery.
If you try to stop these machines and dig out the monsters, you can even see that these monsters that were originally powerful and immortal have acquired a new appearance - a pie shape - due to long-term torture.
The front and back are generally thick, and one cannot walk or lift one's arms.
It's like they evenly smashed all the bones and flesh and blood, mixed them together, and then poured them into this human-shaped mold to bake the food.
It doesn't matter whether it has four hands, or whether the skin is covered with mouths or eyes. Anyway, all that can be dug out is a dull and lifeless monster cake.
When they first came to this dungeon, the two girls on Roland's team couldn't bear it and cried.
Let’s take a look at the instruments used to extract the raw materials of the Glow Blood—the adamantium extractor, the precision probing claw, the consciousness maintenance machine…
These outstanding inventions were either invented by White Tower wizards or alchemists to save human lives, but they were transformed by Xingia's greed and malice and became 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, Xingiya died so quickly and miserably after jumping out and becoming a boss in the wild.
Ever since he met Marco, Roland knew that these victims must have been burned to ashes by Marco, who was full of rage, and had been released from the long-term torture in advance.
But he was surprised that these machines were not destroyed by Marco.
But Roland suddenly understood after thinking about it.
It was probably Marco who wanted people to move it away. But Roland turned him into a boss with a slap in the face, so he probably doesn’t remember it now... right?
After all, the Embers desperately lack treatment methods.
After losing the Higgs series of magical spells released by the Howlers, the healing touch released by only a small amount of Bai Su's transferred Embers is obviously not enough.
However, when Roland looked at these machines, he discovered a discordant note.
Among the large tracts of black mud, there is a human-shaped hole with some flesh and blood exposed inside.
Only the machine corresponding to this hole was still working normally, and the faint yellow liquid slowly flowed through the conduit to the next room.
In other words, Marco did not stop the operation of this set of machines.
This was why Roland was shocked when he walked in.
Why didn't Marco give him a break? 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?!"
You won’t know it until you look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it - the people inside are not transformed humans at all, but the complete Dusk Dwellers!
I saw a pyroxene monster that was cut into five pieces by something sharp. After being cut into pieces, it was thrown in here casually and crushed by a stone hammer to squeeze out juice. Only her thigh was crushed on her right leg.
As he stood, his calf almost fell out.
Roland only had to take a brief look at the sizzling flesh and knew 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 would he do this?
No... instead of talking about these, let's talk about how this guy escaped the detection of An Ruosi's humanoid creatures?
Or is An Ruosi 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 came over at some point, turned pale with fright when she saw the rocks rolled and crushed by the boulders. However, she still managed to keep her spirits up and asked Roland in a trembling voice: "I feel that something looks familiar..."
"Ah, you are right."
Roland narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"This wound can only be made by Kluvien's blade shield." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better novels and faster updates! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net