Chapter 78, In the Abyss

In other words, he could only make a bold decision.

The slave-catching team itself is equivalent to a complete rat army, although it cannot be compared with those legions led by rat warlords.

But it was formed to catch slaves in this cleared forest, so it is not necessary to have such a large scale.

At the same time, there are also divided areas between slave-catching teams. Only in the divided areas can your slave-catching team capture slaves.

This is equivalent to the jurisdiction.

There are often disputes between the rat priests in charge of the slave-catching team because of the ownership of the large tribes migrating in the forest.

Private wars have occurred several times. After fighting for a long time, a simple rule was set in desperation.

All slave-catching teams can only capture slaves in their own areas, and other intelligent populations that cross the border belong to where they run.

This rule is set very strictly. The rat priest who violated it last time is now hanging high on the most obvious rock wall of the outpost.

To some extent, the underground nests scattered throughout the forest were also affected by this rule and spread.

But at the same time, it was precisely because of this rule and the fixed amount of slaves to be offered every seven days that the young rat priest, the temporary leader of the rat slave-hunting team, left the underground cave where he lived with red eyes.

That night, a well-equipped rat slave-hunting team left the outpost alone, entered the vast forest alone and disappeared.

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While waiting for his old friend to bring him a gift, Du Yuan discovered something very interesting.

Or it was not a thing, but some changes that were delayed but finally appeared.

Arriving in the clan world, his sight fell on the spreading barren mountains, not staying on the barren surface of the mountains, nor on the chaotic and complex underground rat city.

Well, a short stay.

Du Yuan saw a rather bizarre scene in the temple. His believers were now offering sacrifices to him with a pious look on their faces.

And the object of the sacrifice was also his believer.

He shook his head, accustomed to it.

He cast his gaze deeper.

He stared at the deepest part of the underground rat city for a while.

Du Yuan retracted his gaze.

It seems that his spiritual power was not ineffective at the beginning, but because of the lack of something, the process was delayed.

"Why is the painting style so strange?"

Du Yuan muttered to himself speechlessly.

Not only that, Du Yuan also saw the footprints of another little guy next to the craftsman's heart.

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Deep in the desolate mountains.

The deep and dark abyss has changed a little recently.

The blue light emitted by a towering blast furnace dispelled the darkness here, and the low wailing and the violent roar echoed in the deep underground.

Those twisted and weird calls came from the exquisite pillars standing underground.

Yes, although it seems a little strange to use exquisite to describe these pillars that are dark overall and faintly carry a little blue light.

But when the blood slowly flowed on the grooves carved on the pillars and the bright red patterns spread out, this thick pillar did look so delicate.

Although it was also bloody.

One by one, the strange ratmen, who were either deformed or had tentacles spreading out of their flesh and blood, had their skins cut open, their internal organs cut open, and were hung upside down on these thick pillars.

And often these guys who were cut open were not dead yet, either angry or wailing on the pillars in pain.

It was also the blood flowing out of their bodies that drew exquisite patterns on the pillars.

A cruel and orderly scene.

But these were not the most deformed and perverted things in this dark abyss at this time.

The place where the craftsman's heart once fell and stayed.

At this time, a huge heart mixed with flesh and metal replaced the original craftsman's heart and appeared abruptly.

What kind of heart is this?

The blue metal shell is filled with scarlet flesh and blood, and gears are embedded in the flesh and blood, connected to each other, and rotate periodically.

The rotation of the gears follows the throbbing of the scarlet flesh and blood, as if simulating a normal, truly beating heart.

But this heart is composed of scarlet flesh and blood, rotating gears, and the cold metal shell.

It should be beautiful, such a combination is like a strange work of art.

But the faces surging in the squirming flesh and blood completely interrupted the sense of harmony brought by this metal flesh and blood heart when it was beating.

Yes, the faces of the ratmen emerged from the flesh and blood one after another when the flesh and blood in the heart throbbled. The empty faces would open their mouths wide in the brief moment of manifestation, as if they wanted to escape from this flesh and blood heart.

It's just a pity that it didn't work.

When the throbbing stopped, these faces would be dragged into the flesh and blood, and if you observe for a little longer, you will find that they are accompanied by the beating of this metal flesh and blood heart.

The ratman's face that appeared enthusiastically in the flesh and blood is constantly blurring, but the process is very slow.

Yes, this is the missing craftsman's heart, so the broken craftsman's heart has been completed, although the direction of this completion is very strange.

Such a strange change is confusing, but it is definitely related to the rat who stood carefully in front of the metal heart and was trying to cut a piece of squirming flesh from the metal heart with the thin knife in his hand.

This ratman who is doing crazy actions carefully has a pair of dark blue metal gloves covered with exquisite patterns. Pieces of shallow metal are inlaid on his hands. The dark blue metal gloves almost cover his entire hands.

But under the effect of the ingenious structure, the flexibility of the ratman's palm is not affected at all.

Wrapped in the metal gloves with intricate patterns, the hands of this ratman have a special charm.

Although you can see a pair of hideous and ugly palms when you look closely at the gaps between the metals.

The flesh on the palms is like mottled metal that has been smelted in a furnace and overcooled.

Ugliness and beauty converge on these hands at the same time.

At this time, the owner of these hands is concentrating on observing the beating metal heart in front of him, seizing the brief opportunity.

A wriggling mass of special flesh appeared on the hands of this ratman, giving him a satisfied smile.

He ran, impatiently carrying this mass of flesh to a place not far away.

There, a ratman hung upside down on a dark metal pillar was terrified and desperate at this scene.

"No! Don't!"

The desperate scream echoed in the abyss of the ground.

I didn’t notice the repetition of Chapter 73 and Chapter 74. I have changed it back now. You can refresh the page. Sorry, sorry.