Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, the outer membrane of the fleshy lotus that was blooming before their eyes was gradually absorbed by its interior.

A seven-petal flower of flesh and blood blossomed before everyone's eyes.

The lotus petals rotate in a continuous cycle, just like a loom weaving in an endless cycle, as if it will never stop.

This lotus, which resembles an animal, a plant, and a machine, is only the size of a bed in its new state.

"Just send all the nutrients you've prepared over there now."

The first human bodies and souls introduced into the Flesh Loom were as pure as possible, even self-sacrificing.

The evil spirit that matches it is just the opposite.

Preferably as evil, depraved, and hateful as possible within the limits of what the Fleshloom can handle at its normal level.

This is similar to the consecration of a machine.

If the nutrition is sufficient, it will be enough to improve the quality of the meat loom by half a level in the future.

As for the Flesh Loom on the evil spirit side, at the beginning I only used very ordinary human souls and evil spirits.

So this meat loom, as long as it keeps improving, will eventually surpass that one."

Wu Heng's words gave great encouragement to the people around him, including the patriarch of the dark clan.

These people are the top pillars of the dark clan.

They are also the group of people who believe in Wu Heng the most. The marrow-eater power in their bodies is, after all, just a derivative of Wu Heng's characteristics.

Wu Heng has tried his best to distance himself from this relationship.

But these guys always have some genuine belief, just like some people will subconsciously get close to someone they like.

This kind of closeness is inexplicable and hard to describe.

But everyone will meet such people in their life, and Wu Heng is such a person to these marrow eaters of the dark clan.

Otherwise, Anthony and others would not have easily believed that Wu Heng was their ancestor just based on the Corrupted Marrow Wind.

Feeling is what matters.

At this moment, a complex expression flashed across Richard's eyes, and he murmured in his heart: Can I really surpass it?
Others might blindly trust the ancestor, but even Anthony's face was full of excitement at the moment, without any other thoughts.

But he knew that although he and his companions had brought back the ancestor, they also had a meat-weaving loom.

But the price of the negative number is that the evil spirits get the "Marrow Button".

That legendary item can increase the efficiency of the evil spirit world's flesh-weaving machine a thousand times.

And according to the ancestor.

There is only one of this thing, so how can their flesh loom without a "marrow button" surpass the one of the evil spirit?

Not only from the collection of materials, but also from the 'core', I'm afraid these are the words that the ancestor used to comfort people in order to put everyone at ease.

Richard thought so.

But he did not say much, because what the high-ranking dark clan leaders and the newly powerful marrow-eating wizards present needed was confidence, even if it was some blind confidence.

It is naturally impossible for him to destroy the ancestor's plan at this time.

Under the gaze of the crowd, a group of elderly people, plainly dressed and with disabilities, lined up in a row and walked over with determined expressions.

Whether it is the senior management or the wizards.

They respectfully made way for them.

"Grandfather!" Anthony looked at one of the figures, his eyes instantly became moist, and he shouted silently.

But he did not speak again. This was his grandfather's action. In a battle with evil spirits, he lost his black bones and half of his body was invaded by evil spirits. Although the evil spirits were removed through special worship methods, his damaged internal organs were no longer suitable for his grandfather to be a marrow eater.

Perhaps his regret,

The regret that after losing my grandmother, I can no longer continue to fight against the evil spirits and avenge her.

In this choice, some compensation was obtained.

He hoped that the rotten marrow produced by this flesh-weaving machine could create countless marrow-eating warriors and eliminate countless evil spirits.

At least there was a bit of his contribution in this, so Anthony respected his grandfather's choice.

Among this group of people, there was even the previous patriarch.

There is no other way. The person offering the sacrifice must have a pure heart and selfless dedication, and the purer the better.

Even if they can find willing sacrificers, even if those people are willing to sacrifice themselves, their belief is definitely not simply to destroy the evil spirits.

Only the old marrow eaters.

Only those old marrow eaters who have fought against evil spirits for their entire lives, lost their relatives and friends, and no longer have the strength to kill and expel the evil spirits, have such a belief.

The high-ranking members of the Dark Clan who were watching clenched their fists tightly.

They hate their own powerlessness.

There are actually these elderly people who are willing to sacrifice themselves, but what else can we do?
Compared to these old people, iron cages were carried in from the passage on the other side.

The evil spirits that possessed the flesh had steel drills inserted into various joints, and some of their eyes, noses, and ears were all sealed.

Some even had their legs sewn together with needle and thread.

There are all kinds of spells engraved on the bodies of these evil spirits. They are the most evil and disgusting evil spirits captured by the dark clan, and they love to torture humans the most.

Even ordinary evil spirits would be afraid of them.

It's simply the equivalent of a psychopathic bully among evil ones.

The two kinds of sacrifices stood within the range of the Flesh Loom, and the roots extending in all directions instantly came to life.

They were like poisonous snakes, climbing around, climbing up the bodies of the old marrow-eaters and penetrating into the rotten bodies of those evil spirits.

Then red lines shot out from the tip of the lotus.

One end was wrapped around the offerings along the roots, and the other end was gathered and entangled by the constantly rotating petals.

One red and one black, two kinds of silk threads.

After being fused and entangled by the Flesh Loom, they were transformed into light black silk threads. Both the evil spirits and the old Marrow Eaters looked like silkworm pupae.

Their bodies were constantly being peeled off.

Their souls and flesh were being extracted layer by layer. The most terrifying thing was that in this state, their consciousness was still clear. It was like the pain of being tortured to death.

Even the evil spirits couldn't help but wail.

This hobby is subconscious and uncontrolled.

The old marrow eaters are made of flesh and blood, and their nerves are throbbing without muscle control, which causes their muscles to move around wildly and also make sounds.

Anthony looked at his grandfather, his lips couldn't help but tremble, and tears kept falling down his cheeks.

He saw the pain on his grandfather's face. When his grandfather lost his left arm, he didn't even cry out, but now he let out a hoarse roar.

But he saw the look in his grandfather's eyes.

There was no regret in that pain. (End of this chapter)