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

The sound of explosions came from outside the corridor, and an orc cannonball penetrated the wall and shot directly at the imposing Archon Osabel.

"Ah...how much money do I have to pay to repair this loss..." Osabel raised his hand casually and used the gravity field to lock the orc's cannon, preventing it from moving even half a step forward.

Throw it out and let the cannonball explode outside. Osabair walked to the depths of the corridor and kicked open the door without any etiquette. "Master Amalaga! I hope you can have a good understanding of this." Good explanation!”

Amalaga's voice floated up, and he bowed slightly to the angry Archon Osabel, although in Osabel's eyes, this monster floating in the air showed no apology at all.

"What's wrong, Archon Ausabel, a small incident..."

"What a small thing? Do you know how much the damn thing you secretly raised cost me in this short period of time? All the soul storage warehouses were leaked! The meat farm was even buried in ruins! The last robbery came More than billion livestock died inside! I didn’t even have time to torture them for the fifth time!”

Osabel seemed to have reached his point of anger, pointing his finger at Amalaga's face and venting his dissatisfaction in a higher tone.

"And all this is because of you! You want to raise some free-range chickens! Let my slave ship blow a hole! All the more than five million meat animals in the No. 1 processing plant escaped!"

"You still stopped our people from recapturing them! Watching those beasts causing such trouble underground! Amalaga! If you don't have a good excuse today! Then prepare to be reduced to ashes under the void bomb. !”

Amalaga looked at the angry look of the Archon of Osabaire indifferently, clapped his hands gently, called in a team of abusers, arranged the table and chairs, sat on them, and stretched out his hands towards Osabaire.

"If you want to talk, then at least there must be a good environment, right?"

Osabel was not sure what Amalaga wanted to do. Could there be a trap in that chair? Will a bunch of razors and nails suddenly burst out and kill him directly?

He wasn't sure, but he didn't dare to fight with Amalaga, the master of blood pity. Each of these guys who had lived for more than ten thousand years or even longer had endless ways to save their lives.

He came here this time to ask for compensation and explanation, not to really break up with the Blood Pity Master.

The armor on his body shook, and a clone of Osabel stepped forward, sat on the chair and looked at Amalaga.

"It really makes me sad. Ten years ago, we were sitting and eating together..."

"We are sitting together now, it's the same."

"Oh...."

Amaraja's tone was full of sadness at being misunderstood by his friends. He took out a piece of human skin paper from his surgical gown-like clothes and handed it to the clone.

Osabair took it and glanced at the content above. "Hate virus? Is this your research project for the past ten years? And it ended up causing such a big trouble?"

"Oh, you may not find the beauty of flesh-and-blood art from the words and data above. I don't blame you..."

"It's not a wise move for you to mock me like this..."

"No, no..." Amalaga waved her hand, indicating that she had no intention of doing so. "As we all know, all torture and flesh-and-blood arts rely on biomass."

"The more biomass there is, the more huge and exquisite art sculptures can be made, but unfortunately, biomass is not always available. We need biomass, and you need souls."

"But the research on the hate virus was researched by me based on a... a very interesting gadget..." Amaraga gave an ugly smile to Osaba'er, which made Osaba'er I felt uneasy. The gadget he didn't bring up must not be a good thing.

"This virus can make the infected fuse under extreme hatred and revenge. It can allow them to obtain energy from the sea of ​​emotions in the supreme sky, and then multiply and grow..."

"In other words, can this virus break through the basic principles of biology? Can it consume 100 kilograms of biomass and produce 120 kilograms?"

"Actually, it's a little more exaggerated than you think..."

There was a huge howl, and even a butcher like Osabel could be shaken by the almost substantive feelings of hatred and revenge. He felt a little uneasy, as the big trouble outside seemed to be coming for him.

Amalaga's description was interrupted, and he was a little unhappy, but when he saw that the scarred beast outside was recovering his body at high speed and becoming even bigger, his face showed relief. smile.

"The size of hatred determines the efficiency of converting the energy of the Supreme Sky into biomass. This barbaric growth in the wild is indeed stronger and more durable than those grown in the laboratory... I have never raised such a big cutie. , that thing was made with a lot of effort..."

Amalaga recalled that when he was an apprentice, the flesh bacteria he had worked so hard to cultivate were extremely delicate. Even if the theoretical optimal and stable temperature was guaranteed and the environment easiest for them to reproduce, they would quickly grow within a few days. Death light.

On the contrary, the same kind of flesh bacteria found in the sewage pipe on the ground floor and scraped a few times with a knife were found to be very healthy, and the culture environment was not so picky.

Really...research and experiments are still needed. The data from this time can be used for next time...

"Then you must be able to solve this thing!"

"That's not possible, I need more data..."

Osabel stared at Amaraja, wondering if his ears heard it wrong, "Amaraja, I am not the only one who wants to solve this problem this time. Lord Victor is very angry about the chaos in the city. I advise you..."

"Ok?"

Amalaga stared at Osabel indifferently, making him unable to say the next words.

Even though only his clone was communicating face-to-face with this blood-pitying master, Osabel's figure in the distance still felt extremely dangerous, as if he was being targeted by something terrifying. This had never happened since he became the consul. A sense of danger that I have never felt before...

"Victor...he is just a toy of Black Muse, a clown...You have no idea what real power is, nor do you know who is the real master in this universe... .”

"You..." Osabel felt that his body could not move, and his soul was locked by the eyes of a terrifying monster full of hatred and resentment.

Such deep terror made it difficult for him to breathe, and the nightmares recruited to protect him didn't know when they lowered their heads, as if they were fighting something that didn't exist...

Amalaga floated to Osabel's true side and gently touched his face with her own hands, "You have been Victor's dog for so long... that you have lost all respect for a bloody person. Is it the basic reverence of Master Lianren?”

As if he was still unsatisfied, Amalaga tore off the flesh on his face and showed him a terrifying face. Osabair's eyes widened in horror.

"Are you... one of the first members of the Orgy Sect?"

"No... I'm more complicated than you think, honey..."

Amalaga's face resurrected and turned into his original appearance. He waved his hands and said without any emotion, "Lucia, deal with them, and then go play with your friends. I need...More Lots of data..."

A monster jumped out of the darkness and tore apart Osabel and his nightmare guards....

For mother, for father, for the emperor