My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 936 - 482: The Painful Cost_1

Chapter 936: Chapter 482: The Painful Cost_1

After arranging the night watch, Manuel went to rest first. Once he fell asleep, a butterfly-shaped mark slowly emerged on the palm of his left hand, becoming more and more apparent, and finally even emitted a faint red light!

Manuel entered a dream realm: he felt himself become an invisible butterfly, flying with a group of people towards a massive "brick kiln," hearing miserable screams along the way.

Those people dared not advance further, but the Red Barbarians behind them suddenly grew enormous, wielding their double-headed blades and easily skewering three people who refused to walk on...

After they proceeded in fear and trembling for more than ten yards, countless earthworm-like blood tendrils emerged from under their feet. The tendrils burrowed into their flesh, causing them to scream in unbearable pain before collapsing. Their flesh then fell away with the tendrils, leaving their positions filled with bloody caverns!

The huge grotesque Red Barbarians behind them witnessed this tragedy unfold, but seemed incredibly excited.

"Hahaha..." The laughter of the Red Barbarians echoed through the bloody caverns.

Then Manuel saw a skeleton kneeling on the ground. Its flesh, hair, eyeballs, and all had been separated from its body and were now merging into the surrounding bloody cavern. Nevertheless, Manuel recognized the Elder instantly.

The Elder’s skull stiffly lifted, and his empty eye sockets still conveyed a sense of calm. He gave an "eye gesture," and Manuel vaguely understood his meaning.

Manuel fluttered his invisible wings and silently waited in place.

In just the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, the hundreds of sinners were completely assimilated into the bloody caverns. Even their bones were ultimately engulfed by thick, fleshy tendrils like giant pythons, crushing and swallowing them all.

After all the sinners had vanished, the bloody caverns slowly shrank, transforming into a giant tube-like mouth that slowly retracted. The Red Barbarians left, chatting and laughing together.

The breeding is almost successful.

These dirty and despicable Lester people have merely been wasting food while alive and should have been turned into biological weapons long ago.

Once we conquer the Wood Dynasty, we will use all Lester people to create these biological weapons...

Manuel fluttered his wings and followed the slowly retracting tube-like mouth deep into the brick kiln. He finally saw the true form of the monster: a mass of entwined, massive tendrils with hundreds of tubular mouthparts and tens of thousands of Lester people’s faces attached to the surface!

As the tendrils writhed, they sprayed billows of Blood Fog that drifted out from the top of the brick kiln. The tens of thousands of faces moved with the tendrils, sending shivers down anyone’s spine!

Manuel suddenly heard the Elder’s words again in his ear: "You can never deceive your own heart!"

He abruptly awoke with a start, recalling the dream realm just now. The vivid memories sent shivers down his spine and immediately filled him with immense rage. The Red Barbarians are so utterly depraved!

He suddenly lifted his hand, and the butterfly mark on his left palm now looked like a bright red birthmark. He murmured in sudden realization, "So this is what the Elder gave me..."

"You can never deceive your own heart." The words echoed by his ear for the third time, and now Manuel no longer evaded them. For the first time, he genuinely confronted his inner feelings: Yes, he hated the Red Barbarians!

The Red Barbarians had brought immense suffering to the Nanni Nation, and they never made it any better! They committed heinous crimes against the Nanni Nation and should be "judged" and pay the price for their actions!

...

The two who went out to scout quietly returned, unable to get close to the Blood Fog, let alone sneak inside. They reported what they had seen and heard outside the Blood Fog to Sir Owen Bertram, but he seemed a bit distracted.

Donald Lee whispered, "Sir?"

Owen Bertram nodded with a smile, "No need to hurry, let’s wait and see."

Everyone was a bit confused, but Sir Owen did not explain. They waited like this for several days—every day, Donald Lee would send people to the edge of the Blood Fog to monitor. They estimated that about three thousand sinners were sent into Blood-mist Valley every day, but no one ever came out.

On this day, the two watchers saw Manuel’s team again. As before, he escorted more than four hundred sinners to the edge of the Blood Fog.

The Blood Fog transformed into multiple wormlike creatures and sniffed at everyone. Manuel maintained a calm demeanor, but secretly recognized the "noses’" true natures—each belonged to a Nanni compatriot who had been devoured, with only the skin stripped away!

Without noticing any abnormalities, the Blood Fog once again opened the passageway for them to enter.

From dozens of miles away, Sir Owen suddenly stood up and gave the order: "Prepare to move out!" Everyone immediately followed the command, as they were all experienced soldiers who did not question their superiors.

Owen Bertram strode out, with Donald Lee and the others following behind. Their ancient swords floated up to surround them, exuding a murderous aura. Even though there were only a few dozen people, they appeared as mighty as an army!

...

Manuel entered the valley once again, observing every detail and daring to scrutinize the four-story stone building for the first time. The Red Barbarian growled, "You imbecile, what are you looking at? I’ll gouge out your eyes! Hurry up and bring those sinners over here..."

The leading Red Barbarian saw Manuel ignoring him, angrily stepping forward and whipping him: "Bastard!"