The knight in the abyss

Chapter 374 The Devil's Kitchen

Ignoring the trouble he had caused for the demons, Lancelot ran directly down the steps that were just blocked and came to the lower level of the castle.The steps ended here, and Lancelot had to enter this area to find a way to continue down.

The surrounding scene made him think that he had already arrived in a dungeon—countless skinned corpses hung from the low ceiling, and the slippery floor was covered with viscous donated blood. This kind of scene was too bloody, just the air The taste in it is enough to make an ordinary person have a nervous breakdown.

"Bottomless abyss!" Skull couldn't help but said directly, "This place is too disgusting..."

Even for a veteran like Lancelot, it took a while to calm down.Suppressing the discomfort, he carefully observed the corpses, and soon found something unusual—there were not many corpses of mortals, but more of the original demons and cowards, which were common rations in the demon army.

The corpses hanging in the air were stripped of their outer skin, their hands and feet were cut off, their stomachs were cut open, and the internal organs inside were scraped clean. It seemed that through such treatment, the rapid decay of demon corpses could be avoided.I'm afraid this is not a dungeon, but a kitchen storage room.

What were the cowards blocking the entrance just now expecting?Maybe I actually saved them...

He walked carefully with the skull through the room full of corpses, and entered a worse place—didn't those corpses just now have no internal organs?It's all piled up here: a tumor-ridden liver, lung lobes riddled with vesicles, and digestive organs of unearthly size.

These disgusting viscera piled up into hills, and the smell was a hundred times worse than the room just now.Colonwell was so smoked that he shed tears. The only flesh and blood on this guy's body was the pair of eye sockets.

But it wasn't the dead things that really made the spine tingle, but what lay on top of it: fat, yellowish worms.These worms are more than five feet long, their gnarled bodies thicker than Lancelot's waist, and the most disgusting thing is their heads-although they are severely deformed, they can still make out the faces that once belonged to mortals. , making these disgusting creatures look extremely weird.

Looking at this disgusting scene, Lancelow suddenly felt lucky that there was very little food in his stomach after foundation establishment.

He knew that these were soul worms, and that's what a mortal would probably look like after death if he had fallen of his own accord without the seductive influence of a demon.The night witches in the gray wilderness will collect these worms, and the demons and devils will purchase them according to the camp tendency of the worm souls-in addition to being used as food reserves and spell-casting materials, these worms are also the reserve soldiers of the demons. To supplement the endless consumption of the bloody battle on both sides.

He had seen such pathetic creatures in other places, but few of them had grown to this size, which obviously had something to do with the way they were fed and the purpose for which they were raised.The bodies of these worms are divided into more than ten segments, but only the three segments near the head have six hook claws similar to centipede feet, making their movements rather cumbersome. Caring, completely ignoring the existence of Lancelot.

"I think we may have gone down the wrong stairs." The dry voice of the skull sounded again, "First is the storage room, then the breeding pen. What is the next room? The slaughterhouse?"

"Will the demons set up such a place?"

"I'm kidding, no."

Lancelow nodded, and was about to say something, when he suddenly noticed something, he gestured to the skull, who immediately shut up, and then the two quickly retreated, hiding behind a few broken wooden boxes.

The sound of heavy footsteps gradually approached, and every step at the end could cause the ground to shake slightly.Lancelot used the exercises of restraining breath and tortoise breathing to minimize his sense of existence, and at the same time concentrated part of his consciousness into the little black spot on his right wrist, preparing to launch the shadow jump immediately if the situation was wrong get away.

Finally, a huge figure appeared at the door.Lancelot looked intently, and saw a huge giant, bigger than the fattest ogre he had ever seen. His pale skin was covered with metal hoops and nails, making him It looked like a monster stitched together from many corpses.

The monster's head was covered with a hood, because it was too dirty to see its original color.The headgear only has two small holes near the eyes, which of course limits its vision, but daemons don't always rely on vision to perceive their surroundings.

Fortunately, it walked directly in front of the pile of debris where Lancelow was hiding, completely unaware that there was an intruder here, which made Lancelow heaved a sigh of relief.Judging from the breath, he should be able to handle this monster, but he really doesn't want to fight here. Those worms look quite juicy, and the internal organs all over the ground seem to be easily lifted up. It would be too disgusting to get something on your body.

The monster was dragging a cart with seven or eight corpses that had been 'processed' piled up on it, and it seemed that they were going to hang them in the room they had just left.Lancelow saw the timing right, moved quietly in the opposite direction, and slipped out from the entrance where the monster had just entered.

He found himself at the end of a corridor with many half-open rooms along it.According to his spiritual perception, there was no living creature nearby, so he ran boldly and quickly moved away from the hellish place just now.

The rooms on either side appear to be storage rooms, filled with various items that are not on Lancelot's cookbook.He guessed that he was in the back kitchen area of ​​this demon castle, and perhaps the dungeon area could be reached on the next floor.

The corridor forks at the end and leads in three different directions.There was an unattractive smell of heated food coming from one of them, probably where the kitchen was located.The other two are not so difficult to judge the end point, maybe Lancelot can only try his luck.

"How about the road on the right?" Skull suggested, "When you are exploring in the maze, you don't have to worry about getting lost..."

"Good idea." Lancelot nodded, "but why don't we ask someone directly?"

"Ah?" Colonwell was a little confused by his master's strange speech again, "How do you ask?"

"Come on." Lancelot patted himself on the shoulder, "This time, make sure you control your strength well, and you won't scare people away again."

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