The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing these depraved and evil scenes meant they had arrived at the first level of the Blood Harlequin Sanctuary. Although the marble floor was covered in the building's excrement, at least the way the ground was laid was more "traditional."

Through the door full of teeth, the Witch Spirit escort entered a building. The painful moans and screams of the flesh building itself echoed each other, coming from the small cells as dense as blisters on the surrounding walls. Cages made of ribs and thick cartilage imprisoned larger specimens. The lives imprisoned here came from all over the galaxy, from various races, without exception in terrifying torment.

Various creatures, mutilated to a horrifying degree, howled at her, invariably begging to be released from their suffering. All the Witch Spirits trembled with pleasure as a result: this refined pain was so intense that it made them extremely excited and uncontrollable.

But this was not actually a good thing, because it would raise their excitement threshold. After tasting too much, ordinary torture would become bland to them, which would bring even greater pain.

So Yalin not only did not enjoy it, she even tried to fight against this feeling of excitement.

At this time, they were walking on a smooth "floor," which was a human skin stretched to an immense size. Every step they took, it trembled violently in pain.

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Finally, after stepping through this flesh and blood cage, they arrived at their destination.

Two thick curtains made of flesh and blood opened with a clear groan, and a strange smell rolled out from within.

This was a terrifying palace, or rather, a torture chamber. Pale green liquid flowed down the corrugated walls, most of the carvings on the walls were made of bones, covered with a thick layer of black mucus. Tumorous flesh was embedded in the walls, twitching like a second hand with the tiny movements of residual nerve activity. Vascular membranes were stretched taut into curtain-like shapes, constantly throbbing in endless agony. Many facilities that were more like torture instruments than workbenches were densely packed everywhere. Scarred slaves were hung alive on railings, using their stretched skin as curtains to prevent the腥臭血雾(xing chou xie wu) bloody mist produced during work from splashing around.

Here, several Blood Harlequins would work at the same time most of the time, but currently there was only one person here, along with about six tormentors and twice as many slaves serving him.

The pain in this building was so thick that it seemed to permeate the air. Yalin even felt her senses buzzing.

"The new materials from the Cabal have been delivered, Master Drekarus."

"Wow, what efficient and warm-hearted ladies, thank you for coming to me at the risk of getting your legs dirty."

In a strange double tone, a figure slowly floated out from the pulsating flesh curtain. He looked like a skinny living corpse, his narrow face covered with a mask, wearing a dirty leather windbreaker. Black blood vessels could be seen under his exposed skin. A forked bone tool rack stood behind him, along with several wriggling tentacles, all covered with blood-stained cutting tools and syringes. Three of his four arms were holding tools, and the other was holding a jar containing a beating brain. Four barbed tails swayed constantly between his legs, like a marine creature attached to him.

At this time, a pitiful creature with six legs and its entire head made into a disc walked wailing to the Blood Harlequin Master. He immediately placed the brain jar on it, his eyes narrowed into slits, seemingly smiling.

"Sorry, I may be a little unsightly and impolite because I'm working, I hope you don't mind."

Yalin did not respond to the other party, because it was very dangerous to make small talk with a Blood Harlequin, especially this one who also had the title of Master of Pain.

"Bring it over."

The Witch Spirit's high-pitched and cold voice echoed in the flesh and blood palace.

Looking at the floating, spiky hills, the Blood Harlequin Master leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement.

Then the Blood Harlequin Master slowly floated over, carefully examining the slaves inside. Each of them was wrapped in blood-stained strips of cloth, and their cheeks and exposed flesh were all covered, but the Blood Harlequin Master could still smell the stench of rotten flesh.

Without a doubt, this was a "product" from the Screaming Vortex. The apes there were contaminated to varying degrees by the Supreme Heaven's evil power.

But this also gave them greater endurance.

At a glance, there were dozens of cages, about a thousand slaves. Not many, but enough for a while, but he knew that this batch of goods would not be so simple.

"Is this all that Lady Aniarra asked you to bring me?"

The Witch Spirit shook her head, and then two Daughters of Khaine dragged a huge figure forward with neural restraint chains.

The Blood Harlequin's eyes lit up immediately. It was an Astartes bound by chains. Only two bloody holes remained where his eyes used to be. Two curved horns emerged from his temples, and his skin was covered with strange and evil tattoos. He was muttering to himself and giggling, obviously half-mad.

"The hunt has yielded good results. The Phantom Legion, which had just risen in the Screaming Vortex, seems to have suffered a severe blow. The entire organization has been broken, and is now besieged by all sides. This is one of the dregs. The mistress caught more than a dozen of these on a planet. They have all undergone serious mutations, suspected to be due to directly traversing the warp. The mistress asked me to tell you that this batch of goods may be a little dan—"

"I know them better than you do,"

The impatient Blood Harlequin immediately interrupted her.

"Their power is extraordinary, that's right, but we can still try. I happen to be researching a mutagen to deal with warp freaks here."

A servant respectfully handed over a crystal pot. The Blood Harlequin Master reached out, grabbed the pot, and then used a syringe to draw some of the purple suspension inside.

After waving for the Witch Spirits to step back, the Blood Harlequin Master stabbed the captured Phantom Warrior with a needle.

Seconds later, there was a horrifying scream. The man clutched his head, emitting cries of extreme pain.

Soon, from his crotch to his neck, flesh and blood transformed into dozens of huge mouths that were tearing and biting. Each mouth was filled with tangled teeth and wriggling tongues. It seemed that this miserable creation's body was digesting itself.

The Blood Harlequin Master widened his eyes, seemingly analyzing the effect, and then injected another dose.

Almost instantly, the twisted flesh rippled and bubbled like boiling oil. A foul-smelling sulfur smoke filled the entire palace. Yalin retreated in disgust, and saw that the freak's skull was melting and folding, turning into a shapeless lump. Dozens of bloodshot eyes emerged out of thin air, and barbed tentacles burst out, tasting the surrounding air with horrifying and hungry movements.

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