After the door opened, the hustle and bustle suddenly rushed towards Roland like an ocean current.

The roar of gears.

The roar of machinery.

The sound of metal grinding.

The space of about 800 square meters is filled with various machinery.

It's as if Roland had returned to the factory of the late twentieth century.

The first thing that caught Roland's eye was the small and large humanoid holes in the wall facing him.

The inner layers of these small holes were inlaid with dense runes, and when Roland looked at them from afar, the black runes were flowing slowly like tadpoles.

Some huge hollow cobblestones, like grinding stones, were lifted by mechanical arms and hung on the holes of these figures, rubbing against the holes of these figures over and over again according to a certain mechanical law.

Roland looked far and saw that some of the holes were filled with gray-black plaster, while others were empty.

Over and over again, the cobblestone grinded against the blackened humanoid crater, creaking and creaking, and a useless gray-black viscous liquid squeezed out of the mass of mud and filtered through the hollow cobblestone into the next process.

Whether it's the polished metal surface or the solder joints that don't have a single solder, it's a testament to the skill of the alchemists who produced these machines. Even if the part close to the ground has been twisted and deformed by the high temperature, it does not affect its function; The interlocking machines that can be operated without human beings highlight the wisdom of these alchemists.

However, Roland was not shocked by this.

He had already seen this scene when he led the team to attack here.

When he first came here. It was a blow a hundred times stronger than this.

At that point, the hollowness of the human form was not empty. Nor was it filled with grayish-black plaster.

People of all ages and sizes were rudely stuck in these holes. Under the fine-tuning of the alchemy circle, these holes were tightly sealed. No one can escape from it.

The cobblestones were so heavy that in a single roll they could crush the bones of the poor victims, and their entrails would be crushed into mud by the tremendous squeezing and shattering of their own bones.

Then, under the suction force from the hollow cobblestone, the surface of their skin will crack, and the blood and internal organs will be brutally washed out of the skin, and squeezed clean.

After the cobblestones have sucked up blood, the robotic arm will lift them alof. Under the action of gravity, all the filters of those body fluids are piped to the next set of machines.

Almost after being pressed, the first section of the cobblestone is pressed into a pool by a robotic arm. Cobblestone quickly inhales and sprays out clean water, quickly washing its own filter.

And the washed wastewater is now dark red like blood. It flows down the waste pipe -- the pool of blood in the previous room.

If it was only to this extent, then Roland would not feel much shock, but would only be amazed by the cruelty of Zingia's methods.

However, this is not the end of the story.

Zingia didn't want blood. She is not a lust demon, and she has no need for human bodily fluids.

What she wanted was the blood of a "creature" mixed with the fragments of the Dusk Dependents' bodies.

After those people were crushed to death, it wasn't over - their hell had just begun.

After cobblestone lifting. A sharp, claw-like instrument would grab a small piece of flesh and stab roughly into the victim's almost crushed body, pressing it to about the heart.

After that, the runes on the humanoid pits will activate, quickly repairing their injuries.

Under the maintenance of magic. These people do not lose consciousness due to injuries on their bodies - a technique originally used by the wizards of the White Tower to perform fatal wound repair surgeries and special research.

Then, in the midst of the desperate cries of these victims, they will find that their bodies have undergone a terrible transformation catalyzed by excessive magical power.

Or maybe it's an extra pair of hands. Or maybe the skin is covered with mouths or eyes - maybe raw. Breed. Utensil. In short, it is a complete loss of the normal shape of a human being.

But before they can grieve for this, the cobblestone that has just been washed from the "pool" will strike again. Repeat the previous steps and continue to crush and squeeze their bodily fluids.

But this time. These cobblestones will not spare these victims who have been transformed into monsters until the filter is completely blocked.

On the one hand, there is a continuous input of mana, and on the other hand, there is a clever balance between damage and repair, and these monsters that have obtained the body fragments of the Dusk dependents have also obtained a considerable degree of immortality, and in the sufficient supply of mana and the continuous, constantly squeezed life, it can be said that survival cannot be begged for death.

The most terrifying thing is that the consciousness of these victims is completely awake during the whole process.

The prolonged torment would continue for months, until the monsters' consciousness completely collapsed due to pain and mental contamination.

At that time, under the spiritual breakage, their bodies will also be broken into pieces of flesh at the same time.

These crawling pieces of flesh will be precisely picked up by the probe claws to make subtle adjustments for the next wave of victims' surgeries.

As a result, the entire pumping room was filled with wails all the time.

There are men, there are women, there are old people, there are children, there are non-humans, there are pure monsters......

These wails were intertwined, even louder than the roar of machinery.

If you try to stop these machines and pull out those monsters, you can even see that these monsters that were originally powerful and undead have been given a new form due to the long-lasting torture - the pie shape.

The front and back are generally thick, and they cannot walk or lift their arms.

It's as if the bones and flesh of the whole body are evenly crushed, mixed together, and then poured into the food baked in this humanoid mold.

It doesn't matter if you have four hands, or if you have a mouth or eyes all over your skin. Anyway, all that can be pulled out is a sluggish and godless monster cake.

When they first came to this dungeon, the two girls from Roland's team couldn't even hold back their tears.

Then look at the tools used to extract the raw materials of the glow blood—the Adamantite Gold Extractor, the Precision Probe, the Consciousness Maintenance Machine......

These brilliant inventions, either invented by the wizards of the White Tower or by the alchemists to save human lives, have been transformed into terrible machines that are more ferocious than torture instruments under the greed and malice of Singia.

This is an insult to the race of "humanity".

Not to mention the humanist Marco, a considerable number of players said that they couldn't bear it at all.

Because of this, Singya died so quickly and miserably after jumping out and becoming a wild boss.

Ever since he met Marco, Roland knew that the victims must have been incinerated to ashes by the enraged Marco, freed from a long period of torment.

But to his surprise, the machines were not destroyed by Marco.

But Roland understood it after thinking about it.

This is what Marco wants people to move out. However, he was bombarded by Roland and became a boss, and now he probably doesn't remember it...... Right?

After all, the Ashmen are desperately short of cures.

After losing the Higgs series of magic spells unleashed by those Howlers, it was clear that the healing touch released by a small number of white mistletoe-turned-ash Disciples would not be enough.

However, as Roland looked at the machines, he noticed a discordant note.

In the midst of the large expanse of black mud, there was also a human-shaped hole with a bit of flesh and blood exposed.

Only the machine corresponding to the hole was still functioning, and the dim yellow liquid slowly flowed through the catheter to the next room.

In other words, Marco did not stop the machines.

When Roland entered the door, he was shocked by this.

Why didn't Marco give him a crisp? How did he offend Mark?

Urged by the strong curiosity that surged in his heart, Roland couldn't help but walk over to look.

"Pyroxene species?!"

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it—what is in this is not a transformed human being at all, but a complete twilight people!

I saw a pyroxene monster that had been cut into five pieces by some sharp thing and then thrown in it casually, crushed by a stone hammer and juiced. Her right leg was even crushed only by her thigh, and her calf almost fell out.

Roland only had to take a glance at the roasted flesh to know that the pyroxene species had not evolved the ability to resist heat.

In other words, it was only thrown in after Mark left.

Who is it?

Why did he do it?

No...... Rather than that, how did this guy escape Ann Ruosi's humanoid detection?

Or rather, Ann Ruosi is lying to Roland?

Countless doubts surfaced 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 because he saw the stones that were rolled and crushed by the boulder, but he still asked Roland in a trembling voice: "I feel like a little familiar......"

"Ah, you're right."

Roland narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"This wound can only be made by Kruvien's blade shield." (To be continued......)