Chapter 62
When Belok regained consciousness, he found himself in the demons’ paradise. The Black Legion’s biological laboratory. Bound to that very experiment table, his limbs chained in iron.
They were there too. The experimenters, staring expressionlessly at the ‘subject’.
“Then, depending on the degree of decay, I will document the pathological processes occurring in the subject’s body.”
With those words, Belok’s toes began to rot away, turning black.
“No, no, it’s not me…!”
The decay spread from his toes throughout his body. Yet, there was no easily recognizable death. It was merely the start of the next test.
“From this moment, we will amputate the limbs and observe how long the subject survives.”
“We will extract the organs and replace them with animal intestines.”
“We will extract a lethal dose of blood and inject it with raw chicken blood.”
“Working with Count Walter of the Bloodline, we will heat the subject’s blood to its boiling point while still alive and observe the progression.”
“Aaaahhh, aaaah! It hurts, it hurts!”
There was no trace of a devotee preaching the necessity of sacrifice to turn the wheel of history.
Belok thrashed and screamed, and his hell had only just begun.
At last, the girl withdrew the tentacles that had been teasing his brain.
“Heh, hehehe, ugh, hmmph!”
The black mage of the Sixth Circle, Belok, burst into laughter, drool dripping from his mouth. After laughing, he began to sob like a child. After crying, he began to cling like a child, begging for forgiveness.
