Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Osabel and Amalaga were sitting in the luxurious hall, surrounded by their servants. On Osabel's side was the charming Dark Eldar maid, and on Master Amalaga's side was The servants were strangely transformed, wearing fully enclosed helmets. They stood aside like statues waiting for orders.

"Master, I don't quite understand. Weapons and armor are not accepted... Doesn't this add more variables to our robbery?"

"Oh, so the Archon is worried about this?" Amaraga chuckled, "None of those monkey weapons can break through the dimensional prison, so what if they break the outer barrier? It's not fixed yet The dimension nails are just locked in the cage.”

Amaraga licked her lips as she said this, "And the active meat is more chewy... This is different from the taste of captive meat animals. I wonder what adults usually eat?"

"Me?" Osabair raised his head and thought for a while, and then told Amaraga about his enemy's eating habits. How dare he tell his own, for fear that he would die without knowing, "When I was having dinner I will drink the tears of young animals, and have a plate of roasted brains that are charred on the outside and tender on the inside. I enjoy the slight trembling feeling of prying open their skulls, and I can eat them by the spoonful, and I can also feel the plate It feels like the lower body is trembling. It’s very entertaining.”

"Ah, that is indeed very entertaining..." Amalaga nodded approvingly. He had also experienced this way of eating Osabel. This is a very good way to make dishes. Not only does it taste delicious, It is comfortable, and you can also review some small knowledge points about the control areas of different livestock brains. It is really entertaining and educational.

A bully walked in pushing a golden dining cart. The height of this dining cart was a bit too high. It was almost twice as tall as Archon Osabel, but it was just right for Master Amalaga suspended in the air. .

"Oh~ Our meal for today has arrived, please be sure to taste it."

"Well, of course. Not everyone has the opportunity to have dinner with the master..."

Osabel said he wanted to eat, but he was so disgusted that he almost vomited out. These transformed blood pity masters were so perverted that even he couldn't stand it, let alone their meals. It was really He will eat all kinds of perverted things without considering any texture or taste. They are made purely for novelty.

You have to hold back, Osabel! You can't let the Master feel bad about you. You will have to count on him for your future resurrection...

The lid of the dining car was not opened, but opened left and right like an iron maiden. The delicious aroma came from inside and entered Osabel's nose.

Isn't it something soaked in poisonous water? Osabel turned his head and looked around, only to see Sister Lucia, whom he had fought with, being fixed to the dining car. The heat holes on both sides blew out bursts of hot air, slowly roasting Sister Lucia's body. The tight skin that had gone through a long battle and training could not lock the cooked meat inside, and the exposed parts were even more oily.

What Osabel cares about is not the nun's roasted state. It's not like he has never eaten such a thing. What he cares more about is the nun's modified and equipped head. An unknown device is firmly locking the nun. The nun's head forced her into sleep, and even though her whole body was roasted, she did not wake up this sleeping beauty.

"This is a wonderful little idea I found by reading ancient books. You know, we orthodox indulgences need to feed on the pain of others in order to repair our own souls and suppress our own hunger and thirst."

"But our art of torture is a bit...too crude..."

"Simple? Aren't we the best masters at this in this universe? If this can be considered crude, then I really don't know what to call other people's art, children's graffiti?"

"No, no, no, you didn't understand what I meant. Please let me explain in detail..." Amaraga stood up, walked to the nun, cut off a piece of meat with a bone knife, and sent it to Osabai. On your plate.

Osabel put the meat into his mouth with a fork, chewed it, and suddenly felt unspeakable nausea and vomiting. He spat the meat out with hatred and scraped the disgusting taste from his tongue with his teeth.

"Master...this...this is not delicious..."

"Hehehehe..." Amaraja smiled softly, and then comforted the angry Archon who felt that he was being teased, "It's okay to taste bad...but this is just a small comparison experiment, now The bitterness is just a foreshadowing for the sweetness that will follow."

Osabel, who tentatively believed Amalaga's statement, sat back in his chair, and then asked the servant beside him to pass a cup of tears of young animals to rinse his mouth, and then spit it on the servant. It seemed that the servant was very pleased with this. A kind of humiliation, showing off her attractive body curves seductively.

Amaraga turned on a switch on the head of the nun, and a projection appeared in front of the two of them.

In the picture, Sister Lucia took off her armor and placed her weapons in the holy treasury. She sat among the lovely children and sang softly. In the distance are no longer the suffocating and oppressive magnificent churches and emperor statues, but green grasslands dotted with unknown red, yellow and white flowers.

Behind them is a small, quaint church. The church is surrounded by a clean and tidy town. The well-dressed residents have gentle smiles on their faces and greet everyone politely. There is no extreme religious fanaticism in their eyes, nor any The despair of escaping the gloomy life of a beggar.

Although it didn't seem to be overly high-tech, the picture made Osabel feel beautiful and peaceful, the kind of beauty and tranquility that made him sick. He just wanted to destroy it all and stain it with the blood from their necks. Church, cut off their limbs and arrange them into runes of destruction that can be seen in space.

"Why are you showing me such disgusting things..."

"Haha... I made a good modification to this nun's memory. I tried to erase her memory of the Corpse Emperor, but failed. So I checked the book and found the ancient man I just told you. Law."

Amalaga used her skin to spell out a string of characters and showed Osabel the title of the book. ——"You will fall deeper after climbing a mountain"

"Pure despair and torture are just crude imitations of the incompetent. Only by targeting everyone's dreams will we create the deepest despair..."

This thing should be a twisted abomination, a level higher than torture.