A wave of fear was gradually crawling over Cenia's body like a growing vine, but when fear overwhelmed him, he realized that he could not run.

It's not that he hasn't seen such a scene before, and he obviously won't be afraid.

But at that time, he was just watching from the perspective of a bystander, admiring the desperate expressions on the faces of the witches and the pain of Sessia.

But he understands that now he is standing here, in it.

He was in a huge slaughterhouse, and the giant butchers raised their butcher knives and slaughtered them as fish on a chopping block, and now he was a fish on a chopping board.

"Help, help me!"

A scream rang out again, and Seania looked over and saw a familiar face, it was a subordinate god under Kavelu, who should have been killed by Xiao Zhimiao and removed the god bones, but he appeared here at this moment.

His hair had also turned red, and crimson magic was haunting him.

Recognizing only red hair and crimson magic, the butcher dragged the man onto a blood-soaked plank, cutting off his leg first.

"Give me a hand, his hand is just growing tender, and I'm going to make dinner."

The NPC Feiqi in the Judgment Day dungeon walked up to the butcher and pointed to one of the arms of the attached god.

The butcher let out a low sound, then cut off an arm for him.

The man's screams almost pierced Seania's eardrums, Seania suddenly thought of something, and looked down again, the witch at his feet, also a familiar face, was one of the subordinate gods.

A head rolled to Seenia's feet, the man just now.

The sound of chopping meat sounded in his ears, and the butchers were chopping the man's flesh.

Apparently they didn't like to eat their heads, so they cut them off and threw them aside, but even if they were beheaded, he was still alive, and he could only watch as his body was chopped to pieces and then eaten bit by bit.

"Vomit !!"

Seynia bent over and retched, he didn't eat anything, he couldn't vomit anything, he could only keep retching.

"Seenia, save me, help me!"

The people who were still alive in the slaughterhouse found Seignia and began to ask him for help.

"Seania, I can't stand it anymore, help me!"

"Save me, Seania!"

"...... of Seania"

"Seonia!"

The voices for help grew, and Seania looked around and found that every face was familiar to him, including gods and witch hunters who had persecuted witches, important NPCs they arranged in various dungeons, and their oracles in the land of divine presence.

It used to be a slaughterhouse for witches, but now it's theirs.

But everyone is red-haired, wrapped in crimson magic, and now they're "witches" too.

He saw the severed hands and feet grow again, but before they could run, they were dragged back and hung on a wooden rack by the butchers with hooks like a fan of pork.

When the butchers were full, they kept them, and when they were hungry, they took a "piece of meat" from the shelf to fill their stomachs.

These gods, who once had witches' blood on their hands, played them like gadgets, are now reaping the consequences.

This copy was created by them, and they took the witches to experiment over and over again, and restarted the copy over and over again to make them feel hell.

Now, they are in hell too.

Seania finally came back to his senses and wanted to run, but there was a magic array here that suppressed the magic power, and he couldn't run away at all.

"There's a newcomer again." Feige's voice rang out behind Seenia, his voice hoarse and unintelligible, with a strange laugh that was creepy to hear.

A large hand grabbed Seenia's leg, and Seania fell to the ground, dragged by the butcher to the chopping board.

"Hello newcomer, fresh taste again." Feige stood aside with a bloodstained knife and fork, looking at Seannia with a gleam in his eyes.

"Let go of me, you disgusting monsters!!"

Seinia kept struggling and thrashing, and now he had no magic power, only to struggle and scream weakly.

He was thrown on the chopping board by the butcher, and seeing that he was struggling too hard, he grabbed his legs and threw them the chopping board, like grabbing a frog, until all the bones in his body were broken, and seeing that he could not move, he sharpened and began to think about where to start.

Seania's eyes bulged out, and she watched in horror as they slashed at her with knives over her body.

He was familiar with the process, he had seen it with his own eyes, more than once.

It was what he and the gods who had designed the copy with him were watching with relish, discussing whether they could really make delicious food.

If not, they'll have to change the plot a little more until they turn into a plate of delicacies, occupy one of the plots, and then let Cecia taste it first.

Secia was able to taste it, and it was her favorite dessert.

Now, it's his turn.

He listened to Feige discussing in his ear which meat to make and what kind of food to make.

Which one is more tender and which one is suitable for boiling soup.

These words are all plots that they have planned, and they are proud of this bloody and perverted plot.

Seannia turned her head to look around her neck and saw a row of spare "meat" hanging from the shelves.

Their eyes were numb, as if they had been put on the chopping block many times.

"It's okay, they won't be numb for long."

A figure appeared in Seenia's sight, it was Xiao Zhimiao, who was an NPC.

She caressed Seenia's smashed deformed face with her hand and whispered, "Whenever they are almost numb, I will restart, and they will have no memory of how many times they have been slaughtered here." ”

Seenia's eyes widened suddenly, "Cyania ......."

Then he screamed, and he didn't know which piece of meat he had cut.

A series of screams continued to sound, and Xiao Zhimiao stood there looking at him.

Listening to Seenia's angry scolding, the expression on his face did not change at all.

"Devil, Seennia, she's the real devil!"

Xiao Zhimiao laughed when she heard this devil, and she whispered in Seania's ear: "Do you know how I survived for so many years? Now, feel it, I will also look back on this memory of yours, just as you made me feel it over and over again, and you can also taste it, the taste of despair. ”