Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 500: Iris Of The Temperance Family

It was a slow process, but their eyes adapted to the new surroundings. What met Nora’s eyes made her heart skip beats. All around, containers with opened doors revealed beast people with torn clothes stepping out, their eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Men dressed in unfamiliar robes shouted orders, some robes marked with a cross on the chest. It was only much later that Nora would understand this place to be a harvest point and black market for sales to the members of the Round Table.@@@@

For now, they had other problems. As they were led forth, a man with a mask and a whip screamed at them, driving them forward. They joined a long queue, their clothes torn from their bodies, leaving them naked.

An elephant core beast with the spiritual control of water splashed them, the cold water both a relief and a painful reminder of their situation. The weather was cold, a terrible awakening.

Still naked, they were led to another point where a man was registering numbers on their necks. "Next!" was screamed when it was Nora’s turn.

She was led in, the man examining her body briefly. "A broken leg and stolen talent. Send this one to the bin for processing." Meanwhile, her cat-girl friend received a different evaluation. "Send this one to the cells."

Men came to lead them apart. Nora struggled, not wanting to be separated, but was pulled away. The cat-girl was given a number on her neck while Nora was led to another side.

Here, the beast people had various deformities. It was not just beast people; there were humans and other creatures Nora had never seen before, like a man with a horse’s lower half.

Most were old, some close to death, unable to stand. The queue led to a large warehouse with fumes of charcoal smoke billowing from a huge chimney. The line moved slowly, but it was moving.

Just then, a man with only one arm burst out of the building, screaming, "NO!!! I don’t want to die!" He was huge, pushing his way out with surprising strength.

As Nora stepped inside the building, the scene that unfolded before her was a nightmarish vision from the deepest depths of hell. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid stench of burning flesh.

Men dressed as butchers moved methodically around the space, their aprons stained with the gore of countless victims. Each wore a face mask, their eyes cold and detached as they went about their grim work.

Naked people were shuffled into different sections, their terrified eyes darting around in desperate search for an escape that didn’t exist. A gas in here was specifically for weakening spiritual energy formation.

Nora’s heart pounded in her chest as she was pushed forward. To her right, a man much larger than herself was being led to a blood-streaked table. He struggled, his cries for mercy echoing off the walls, but it was futile. The butchers held him down, strapping him to the table with practiced ease.

Nora couldn’t tear her eyes away as the butchers began their work. The man’s screams filled the room, a horrifying symphony of agony and despair. Blood sprayed as knives flashed, limbs and flesh were severed with brutal efficiency. The man’s body was reduced to a mass of twitching, bloody chunks, his life extinguished piece by piece.

Nora’s breath came in ragged gasps, her stomach churning at the sight. The sheer horror of it all paralyzed her, and for a moment, she couldn’t move, couldn’t think. She realized with a sickening clarity that this place was no ordinary slaughterhouse; it was a factory of death, a place where lives were ended and bodies were repurposed with clinical detachment.

As she looked closer, she saw the dismembered remains of the man being thrown into a massive furnace. Flames roared hungrily, devouring the flesh and bones. Workers in blood-soaked aprons and masks approached the furnace, pouring in a variety of herbal ingredients. Nora’s eyes widened in recognition.

Among the piles of herbs were spiritual plants used in the creation of medicinal pills. This she recognized because of her origins as one that came from a clan in the mountains.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut—they were using the bodies to fuel some grotesque alchemical process.

Her mind raced, trying to comprehend the full horror of the situation. This wasn’t just a place of death; it was a perverse laboratory, combining the macabre art of butchery with the mystic science of alchemy....

(Author’s note: Thank Heavens I finally did it... Don’t worry guys, everybody’s story is of interest and I know you want to see what happens next... LOL. Good! Now send Golden Tickets, Please.)