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The slave worker pointed out was skinny, like a layer of skin draped over bones.

From a little further away, he looked like a walking skeleton.

His face was dirty, and the bones on both sides of his cheeks protruded, which looked very disgusting.

The slave worker was only in his twenties, but his hair had turned white due to excessive fatigue. He was shaky and looked like a candle in the wind.

The supervisor walked up to the slave worker and looked down at him, "Tell me everything you saw, otherwise, the pain you have never experienced so far will befall you."

The slave worker was trembling. Long-term slavery and control had made him lose any dignity as a human being.

He knelt down humbly, "It was Shadow who did it, Master."

"Shadow found him and tore him to pieces." The slave worker added.

While speaking, his body was trembling, and fear had penetrated every cell of his body~

"What a waste." The supervisor looked at the slave in front of him, and then used divine thoughts to ask about the magic circle.

This place is guarded by a magic circle.

A powerful magic circle can block the invasion of other forces and the spy's prying.

"We didn't find any enemies."

The several reincarnations who led the magic circle gave a reply.

The magic circle did not detect any enemies or divine thoughts.

"Impossible." The supervisor's face condensed slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

Their magic circle is a high-level magic circle exchanged from the main god space.

Even if the arrival of the Lord of the Heavens will trigger the magic circle and expose the whereabouts.

Someone sneaked in here, but did not trigger the magic circle.

"It may be a reincarnation who is good at hiding." The reincarnation who just tortured the slave said.

A half-moon-shaped magic weapon was spinning around him, emitting a faint glow, flowing with color, and exuding a cold murderous aura.

"What did you bastards hide from me?" The supervisor looked at the slaves in front of him.

If it was a reincarnation from other forces, why did they only attack a powerful reincarnation and let these despicable slaves go.

"I didn't hide anything from you, sir," the slave kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up, shaking like a sieve, "I have told you everything, it was the shadow that tore the immortal master apart. It swallowed him, chewed him up and spit him out, there was nothing else."

The supervisor looked around at the other slaves with a sinister look, revealing a hint of cruelty.

Feeling the other party's gaze, the hunched and thin slaves retreated like livestock, fearing that they would be called by the other party.

"You will tell what you know." The supervisor bent down and lifted up the slave who was kneeling on the ground. One hand was shining with black light and exuding a frightening aura.

"No slave can keep a secret under the soul search."

The soul search is a kind of absoluteThe evil technique can allow the user to obtain all the memories of the target.

"I really have nothing to hide." The slave's body was shaking, but he did not dare to resist or escape.

Once he did that, he would inevitably suffer more tragic revenge.

Even after death, the soul will be pulled out and tortured for generations.

"I will soon know whether you have concealed it." The supervisor laughed.

He slapped the other's head, and the black light sank into it.

The wailing sound followed.

The slave's body was twitching, and the whole person was shaking as if he had epilepsy, foaming at the mouth, and bleeding from his eyes, nose, and ears.

The supervisor saw this scene and smiled coldly.

He waited for the slaves to scream, whether it was out of anger or pain, it could satisfy his twisted needs.

But to his surprise, there was no scream.

Looking up, I found that the other slaves were not looking at the companion who was wailing in pain.

Nor at the supervisor.

At this moment, all the slaves were staring at something behind the supervisor without blinking.

Originally, the supervisors were laughing when they saw the slaves suffering.

But the strange reactions of the other slaves and the ominous weirdness in the air gradually made their laughter fade.

All the supervisors showed terrified expressions.

They turned around as fast as possible, pinched the seal, and released their attacks.

Behind them, on the magnificent palace wall that had not yet been completed, there was something like a shadow.

It had the outline of a humanoid creature, but the actual shape was indistinguishable.

Before the supervisor gave an order, thunder, flames, and the brilliance of the magic weapon burst out at the same time and rushed towards the shadow.

All the supervisors used their skills.

But all this was useless.

Accompanied by a terrifying scream, the black shadow broke apart in front of many reincarnations, turning into countless winged flying shadows.

The dense flying shadows quickly submerged the supervisors.

When the black shadow faded, only the broken bodies were left on the ground.

No one knew what the dead had experienced in the black shadow, and only from their faces twisted by fear could one get a glimpse of it.

Looking at these dead, the slaves' faces showed a twisted expression of fear and pleasure.

The black shadow converged and turned into a giant in iron armor.

His eyes released scarlet light, cold and ruthless.

The armored iron hand took out an hourglass-shaped iron can from the void, with a shiny surface.

A small string of golden words was etched on the silver surface of the can.

[Imperial Psionic Mutation Potion, suitable for mutants, use with caution]

"Your suffering makes us feel sad and sympathetic." The voice of the armored giant was filled with sympathy and disapproval for these slaves."We are too late. Your spirit has suffered unimaginable damage and can no longer be saved, but you still have a chance for revenge."

The captain of the Dark Raven Guard looked at these numb and terrified people through the helmet's eyepiece, and endless sadness emerged in his heart.

In the main god space, the experience of these indigenous humans is enough to make any human with a normal outlook angry.

The mentality of these reincarnations has been completely distorted.

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The evil deeds they have committed cannot be described in words and language.

The rule of the empire is legitimate, and even urgently needs to be spread to various universes.

No one knows how many people in the infinite multiplicity have suffered inhuman torture for generations, become walking livestock, and become numb in endless torture and suffering.

They need the help of the empire led by the leader.

The empire may not be the most perfect of all civilizations, but it is definitely the paradise that humans in the infinite multiverse dream of.

Rotate the iron can in order, accompanied by the sound of mechanical popping, the gas leaks out of it, and spreads along the slaves as if it has wisdom.

The captain put the hourglass-shaped iron can on the ground, then looked up at these suffering fellows, "Go and take revenge on those who have caused you pain, no matter how cruel it is allowed."

Leaving this sentence, the captain turned around and left, he had more important things to do.

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The slaves looked at each other. After long-term torture, they all forgot what expression they should use to express their astonishment.

The only thing they have is fear and begging.

The first one to change was an old slave who was about to die.

The shriveled body quickly became strong, his eyes were red, and fangs grew.

The endless hatred and pain in his heart were stimulated by the potion, which quickly overwhelmed the rationality that did not exist in the first place.

The potion reshaped his brain area and established an efficient and rough psionic conversion module.

The endless psionic energy was exchanged and dominated by the pain and hatred he had suppressed for a long time.

Under the effect of the potion, the Transformer rose up with endless anger.

This potion borrowed from the implant in Angron's brain.

Once this potion is taken, the Transformer will turn into anger itself until he tears apart the existence that once gave him anger.

The terrible psionic fluctuations spread out from him, making other slaves feel terrified and uneasy.

The old slave did not attack other slaves, but quickly rushed to the distance to find those reincarnations who brought him endless suffering.

Only by tearing apart every reincarnation who gave him hatred and suffering, his pain will be relieved.

Then more and more slaves roared, transformed into angry bodies, and rushed into the distance like wild beasts, seeking revenge.

The voices of the terrified reincarnators rang out everywhere.

Torn apart in extreme pain.

Such scenes broke out in various places in the main god space.

Whether it is human or other races, slavery and exploitation are outrageous.

Just put in the empire's potion, and they will be killed and injured in internal friction.

Standing in the shadow of a magnificent Gothic wizard tower, Corax smiled.

In his hand, he also held the head of a reincarnator who was said to have surpassed the main god and was about to be promoted to the level of the Lord of the Heavens.

"The resistance of the oppressed is always so strong. Burn it, and burn all the enemies of mankind in front of these suffering people." .