Chapter 194 Eating
Osabel and Amaraga sat in a luxurious hall, surrounded by their servants. On Osabel's side was a charming and seductive dark elf maid, while on Amaraga's side were servants who had been transformed into strange creatures, wearing fully enclosed helmets. They stood aside like statues waiting for orders.
"Master, I don't quite understand. Not taking in weapons and armor. Doesn't this add more variables to our looting?"
"Oh, so the Archon is worried about this?" Amaraga laughed, "None of the monkeys' weapons can break through the dimensional prison. Even if they break the barriers outside, what can they do? They are still locked in the cage by the fixed dimensional nails."
Amaraga licked his lips with unsatisfied feeling, "And the active meat is more chewy. This is different from the taste of the captive meat. I wonder what the adults usually eat?"
"Me?" Osabel looked up and thought for a while, then told Amaraga Raja's own rival's eating habits, how dare he tell his own, he might die without knowing how to do it, "I drink some tears of young animals for dinner, and a plate of roasted brains that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. I enjoy the slight trembling feeling of prying open their skulls, and I can feel the trembling of the flesh under the plate when I eat it spoonful by spoonful. It's very entertaining."
"Ah, that's really entertaining." Amaraga nodded approvingly. He had also experienced Osabel's way of eating. This is a good way to cook dishes. Not only is it refreshing and comfortable to eat, but it can also review the small knowledge points of the control areas of the brains of different livestock. It is really entertaining.
A torturer came in pushing a golden dining cart. The height of this dining cart was a bit too high, almost twice the height of Osabel's Archon, but it was just right for Master Amaraga who was suspended in the air.
"Oh~ Our meal for today has arrived, please make sure to enjoy it."
"Well, of course. Not everyone has the opportunity to eat with the master."
Osabel said he wanted to eat, but he was so disgusted that he almost vomited. Some of these transformed Blood Masters were so perverted that even he couldn't stand it, not to mention their food. They would eat anything perverted, without considering any taste or flavor at all, and they were made purely for novelty.
You have to hold back, Osabel! You can't let the master have a bad impression of you, you still have to rely on him for your future resurrection.
The dining car didn't open the lid, but opened left and right like an iron maiden. The delicious aroma came from inside and entered Osabel's nose.
It couldn't be something soaked in poisonous water, right? Osabel turned his head and saw that Sister Lucia, who had fought with him, was fixed on the dining car. The hot holes on both sides blew out gusts of hot air, slowly roasting Sister Lucia's body. The tight skin that had gone through a long war and training could not lock the cooked meat inside, and the part that was torn was sizzling with oil.
Osabel was not concerned about the nun's roasted state, as he had eaten such things before. He was more concerned about the nun's head that had been transformed and equipped. An unknown device was firmly locking the head of the nun, forcing her to sleep. Even if her whole body was roasted, it did not wake up this sleeping beauty.
"This is a wonderful little idea I found by reading ancient books. You know that we, the orthodox hedonists, need to absorb the pain of others to repair our souls and suppress our hunger."
"But our art of torture is a little... too crude."
"Crude? Aren't we the best masters in this universe? If this can be considered crude, then I really don't know what to call other people's art, children's graffiti?"
"No, no, no, you don't understand what I mean. Please let me explain in detail." Amaraja stood up, walked to the side of the elder sister, cut off a piece of meat with a bone knife, and sent it to Osabel's plate.
Osabel put the meat into his mouth with a fork, chewed it, and immediately felt unspeakable nausea and disgust. He spit out the meat with hatred and scraped the disgusting taste on his tongue with his teeth.
"Master, this, this is not delicious."
"Hehehe." Amaraga smiled softly, and then comforted the angry Archon who felt that he was being teased, "It's right that it tastes bad. But this is just a small comparative experiment. The bitterness now is just a prelude to the sweeter later."
Osabel, who believed Amaraga's statement, sat back in the chair, and then asked the servant beside him to hand over a cup of crying tears of young animals to rinse his mouth, and then spit it on the servant. It seems that the servant enjoys this humiliation very much, and seductively shows his seductive body curves.
Amaraga turned on a switch above the head of the elder sister, and a projection appeared in front of the two.
In the picture, the elder sister Lucia took off her armor and put her weapons in the holy treasury. She sat among the cute children and sang softly. In the distance, there was no longer the suffocating and oppressive magnificent church and the emperor's statue, but the green grassland dotted with red, yellow and white unknown flowers.
Behind them was a small, quaint church, surrounded by a clean and tidy town. The well-dressed residents greeted everyone politely with a gentle smile on their faces. There was no extreme fanaticism for religion in their eyes, nor was there any despair of escaping from the dark life of beggars.
Although it did not seem to have excessive high technology, the picture made Osabel feel beautiful and peaceful, the kind of beauty and peace that made him sick. He just wanted to destroy it all, defile the church with the hot blood in their necks, and cut their limbs into runes of destruction that could be seen in space.
"Why do you want to show me such disgusting things."
"Hehe, I made a good modification to the memory of this nun. I tried to erase her memory of the Corpse King, but failed, so I checked the book and found the ancient method I just told you."
Amaraga used his skin to spell out a string of characters and showed Osabel the title of the book. ——《You will fall deeper after climbing the mountain》
“Pure despair and torture are just crude imitations of incompetent people. Only by writing about everyone’s dreams can we create the deepest despair.”
This thing should be a twisted abomination, a level higher than torture.