When the smoke cleared, the Freemasons were presented with a life beyond imagination.

It is about five meters long and two meters high, and its whole body is composed of a powdery white substance full of metallic texture, and the wriggling and bouncing tendons can be clearly seen at many joints or important links, and the streamlined body full of evil beauty shows the beauty of the body, and the long tail whip with a forest barb occupies one-fifth of its length.

But that's far from what this monster is terrifying.

It can barely be seen that it is a humanoid body trunk, and more than a thousand sound pipes of different specifications are arranged in a staggered manner from the back to the head, and the number is even densely drilled out of its facial features.

And in the depths of the winged pipe, sat a handsome and strange man.

He was only half a body.

The lower half of his body was completely connected to this beautiful and bewitching metal monster, and his gorgeous purple-pink hair was as sharp as fiberglass, piercing deeply into the monster's abdomen, chest, and even cranial cavity, and was closely connected to the numerous nerve plexus.

When the person carved out of marble is as perfect as a person, as long as he gently swings his sharp claws and strokes the nerve hair, he can easily control the sound plug system through the nerve to play!

The whistle and reed pipes are connected to its lungs along the gap between the ribs, and every tremor that surpasses the mortal instrument is a subspace life imprisoned in a demonic engine in agony, playing the divine pleasure to bring to the intoxicated soul, making it frenzied to blow the pipe, and pour all its power into the praise of the music!

When the magnificent music sounded, there was a faint and faint sobbing like an auditory hallucination......

It's a demon engine.

It is also an instrument of organ principle.

Upon its arrival in the material realm, the demon that had been imprisoned in this pile of steel seized the first soul of despair and wailed in despair, and immediately unleashed its artist-like whimsical and personal little hobby, transforming the engine that imprisoned itself into this unique and magnificent organ!

From now on, every soul harvested by the Demon Engine will have their voices locked in a sound tube forever, waiting to endure the same pain of demonic self-abuse, and then send out notes to please the Prince of Darkness.

But!

Even such a work can only be barely called excellent, and it is not worth mentioning at all. What it wants, is perfect! Only perfection is worthy of the pride of an artist!

Immediately, the demonic engine's gaze with its fanaticism and malice fell on the Freemasonic warriors.

These specially trained warriors, who were far superior to ordinary people in terms of physique and fighting will, immediately drew their spare weapons after a brief moment of shock from the loss of their weapons and the terror of the demon engine, and called out their colleagues beyond the ruins for fire cover.

And yet the next moment.

The demon engine simply raised its hand and flicked it on the fringing strands of nerves that rippled like a flower bud.

The solemn and magnificent performance instantly floated to an extremely high place, and the painful and hideous facial features of the humanoid body continued to distort, and the wail of the soul imprisoned in it became the note of the performance.

Such wonderful music.

Of the three warriors who were about to attack, one of them snorted and fell directly to the ground, while the other unconsciously shouted and screamed to join the performance, and the last one, with a trace of clear struggle, decisively punctured his eardrum with his finger to survive the first wave of the demon engine.

As for those ordinary people outside, it won't end so well.

They are completely immersed in the world of music.

And the Demon Engine is light and incredibly fast!

In less than a few seconds, it had already burst out of the dilapidated café, its slender and powerful thighs swinging bewitchingly, easily absorbing every place it could cling.

The metal claws pierced the victim's body in an instant, and the slender barbed tail wrapped around the hapless prey like a poisonous snake.

The conquerors of Slaanesh were in no hurry to harvest the humans they had captured.

It coerces the impaled and suspended humans to join in its own sacred-filled chorus with the love of a lover and the cruelty of a murderer.

It even climbed straight to the top floor and started playing.

The whole scene suddenly became as if it was in a church, and the uninformed people on the whole street thought that the church was playing, and subconsciously bowed their heads and prayed in this year of war full of suffering.

As for the Imperial soldiers who heard the news.

The slightest proximity would lead to an indescribable euphoria, and the profane stimulus directly controls the endocrine substances of the bodies of these poor creatures, turning them into beasts in heat in an instant, roaring and rushing towards the nearest dwelling or simply their companions.

The scene suddenly became indescribable.

This is an evil that has never been seen before, it is full of blasphemy against emotions, and life is only its nourishment. We never know what we're up against until we actually encounter it......

Puncturing the eardrum only delayed the fall of the country.

The last warrior who had ever had experience with subspace creatures did his best to keep his sanity, silently reciting by diverting his attention.

He knew he had to send it out.

Otherwise, others will lose even more!

The effect of pulling out the dagger in exchange for sobriety is rapidly neutralizing, and even if you poke your trigeminal nerve hard, the pain is rapidly turning into a steady stream of shameful pleasure.

Pleasure, indulgence, pleasure, and even love will be its nourishment, and there is no most depravity, only more depravity...... Within two minutes of piercing my eardrums, I had become accustomed to the pain, and I could clearly feel that I was enjoying it, willingly being a slave to them...... Oh, praise...... No! I'm dying! ’

The warrior's face was flushed and sweat was pouring down.

When he looked up, a dozen lifelike demon engines hung from his body as if they were displaying loot, admiring the last of the corrupted soul's struggles.

I can't get what I want, I struggle in longing and rejection and slowly slip and sink.

Just looking at such a beautiful and delicious soul, the screams of pain that the demon engine endured have turned into a howl of ecstasy!

"Praise be to the Lord of Pleasure."

In a trance, the last warrior seemed to hear his own voice and was frantically uttering blasphemous words of defeat.

He used his last bit of strength to spit on the demon engine in front of him before he completely corrupted himself.

Immediately.

The Demon Engine's steel claws pierced his body, and in the shadow of the smoke and dust, the Pain Shriek Steel Claw crushed it directly, and the blood gushing out lubricated the Demon Engine's roaring and hissing, and a new chorus face, along with the warrior's soul, was imprisoned in the body.

And all the records that happened at the moment were sent away from Auschwitz with the speed of a fighter jet with a golden thread.

Sitting on the roof of the building, basking in the sun, enjoying this wonderful audio-visual feast.

She nodded with great satisfaction.