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Chapter 450: The Imprisoned Angel

"Well, I hope you're right."

Taking a deep breath and adjusting her mentality, Constantine stepped forward, grabbed the hanging ladder, and began to climb with her feet.

The hanging ladder is not long, so Constantine quickly climbed to the top, reached out and pushed the top cover hard, and finally climbed out with the help of two hands and two feet.

Nicia tapped her toes, and like an elf in a fairy tale, she floated up from the ground and slowly landed beside Constantine.

Standing up, Constantine looked around the room, examining the interior of the factory.

The inside of the factory is huge, with countless thick transparent tubes scattered like a spider's nest, containing defective limbs, obviously waste to be dumped.

The roar of the machine became louder and louder, the surrounding temperature became suffocating, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and decay, which was almost ten times stronger than the smell of the sewer "zero seven three", which almost made Constantine lose perception.

Constantine looked at Nick Sia, "What's next?"

"In front of."

Nicaea pointed to the place where all the transparent pipes extended ahead. "The source of it all is there."

"yes!"

Unexpectedly, Constantine didn't ask again, frowning and looking at the end of the road, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

There seemed to be some kind of voice hoarse in his ears.

"Mud"...it's all an illusion!"

Constantine shook her head, thinking that maybe she was too nervous and didn't take it to heart, and walked inside.

Along the way, unexpected.

Wilbur-Whatley did not appear, and there was no living person in the whole factory, only the louder and louder roar of machinery, and the chilling screams from there became more and more clear.

As he approached the source of the drainpipe, Constantine finally saw the source of those eerie screams and was immediately shocked by what appeared before him! In his opinion, this was all just the beginning.

Countless people are piled together like pigs and sheep in a vegetable market, hung in mid-air by iron rings passing through the shoulder blades, along the transport device, and sent to the final slaughterhouse one by one! This is Wilbur Watley.

Wilbur Watt uses some kind of magic to keep the disemboweled people awake and self-aware, and then walk the final road to death.

These people were hanged, completely hopeless, and could only scream unconsciously. Constantine closed her eyes in disgust, even hell has never seen such a horrible scene

After calming down a bit, Constantine walked to the meat grinder and looked down: his scalp was numb, goose bumps spread all over his body, and the soles of his feet made him shudder!" What is this?

This is not a slaughterhouse, this is a meat grinder!

This meat grinder has a small knife composed of countless small blades, which are tightly arranged at the bottom and rotate very fast.

Everyone who is thrown into a meat grinder does not die instantly, because the blades are too small to grind a person instantly, so they need to be "ground".

Start with your feet and work your way up slowly.

After people were forced into huge amounts of pain and torture, they would be reduced to a pile of minced meat, which then flowed down the excretory pipe into the drain outside.

Just above the meat grinder is a huge amounts of plumbing fixture.

The souls of those who were devastated and tortured could not even rest in peace after death, but were sucked into pipes and sent deep into the factory, not knowing what they would be used for.

"asshole!!!"

Constantine's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched, nails digging into his skin as he growled. "How can there be such a terrible beast in the world?

"Seeking eternal life is a sin."

Naikesia said calmly, with a calm face. "When human desires expand infinitely, it will lead to such disasters; I have seen such hopeless scenes countless times.

"Nesia, I don't understand..."

Constantine couldn't bear to see these people suffer anymore, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, almost gritted her teeth, and said. "Wilbur Whatley really built this factory just to torture them and satisfy his twisted desires?"

"Remember, there was a plan to ascend to heaven mentioned in the manuscript?" Dong Keshia said.

"Remember, literally, this will be the plan that Wilbur intends to use to become a god, right?" Constantine remembered what was mentioned in the manuscript, and although there was no specific description of "ascension to god", he still Can find some clues......

Wilbur Whatley obtained the so-called inexhaustible knowledge and mana from the books passed down to him by his family, and became a powerful black magician, proficient in many lost dark magics that he had never heard of.

Magic is a double-edged sword.

This truth was taught to Constantine himself long ago, and Newcastle's experience taught him that with great power comes great limits, and that even the slightest carelessness can lead to the opposite of one's own wishes.

It is not difficult to believe that after being endowed with such a large amount of dark magic, a nobleman who has never touched the magic field must have undergone huge changes in temperament, especially when he held some kind of mysterious ceremony and gained unlimited knowledge from it .

It was this transgression that led to Wilbur's decision to become a god.

How the so-called Ascension to the Gods will be carried out and what the specific ceremony is, Constantine is completely unclear, but he can be sure that the price Wilbur has to pay is definitely not something he can bear.

"However, what does the Ascension to Immortal Project have to do with these ordinary people?"

Constantine said very confused. "I have also done black magic. With these dimensions of Mephista's greed, the population of a mere city can't satisfy their appetite. If they can't sacrifice half of the land, how can they help it become a god?"

"You're only half right."

Nicia raised her hand to wipe a strand of black hair that had slipped from her temples, and said weakly. "Wilbur doesn't wield Black 1.2 magic, it's a different, more insidious kind of magic, and these people aren't being sacrificed, they're being tortured."

A look of shock and confusion flashed across Constantine's face: But... what the hell is going on here?

"Because only these tormented souls can help him accomplish the most important part of his plan: ascension to God," said Nexia, casting him a meaningful look. "Only tortured and tormented souls born in filth and evil can pollute this existence."

"Pollution of the environment".....this existence?"

Constantine was suddenly moved by these words, and he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.

"Constantine..."