Wu Heng stood in a silent forest, within a projection condensed by the Golden Jar Company beneath his feet. Countless anguished faces wailed for the Goat-Man Devil within it.
He slowly raised his right hand, and chains appeared in the air, imprisoning the corrupted ball of flesh and helping bind it in place. Vein-like patterns covered its surface, continuously swelling and sinking as something inside struggled violently.
"Is this the Last Supper?" Wu Heng murmured, his voice carrying a chilling gentleness.
At his words, the ball of flesh suddenly convulsed violently, expanding at a visible rate.
Bone spikes burst out from within, stretching in every direction with mucus and blood trailing from them.
Seven differently shaped heads squeezed out from different parts of the flesh mass. Their mouths gaped in silent screams. They were the product of the fusion of the seven canine demon corpses Naoko had dealt with, displaying their unwillingness to accept their fate.
After devouring the powers of Satan, the Goat-Man Devil, and Lucifer, they had developed a subconscious of their own.
This was not a good outcome, because they were destined to be nothing more than a meal.
The flesh ball's process of swallowing the three creatures came with nauseating sounds: the hiss of tearing flesh, the crack of shifting bones, and the gurgle of churning liquid.
"Don't panic." Wu Heng examined the monster and the three of them with satisfaction. "This is merely the cooking process."
The flesh ball emitted a burst of high-frequency vibrations, then dozens of thick tentacles extended from its underside to support its hideous body. The ground was corroded into trenches that smoked green, and the air filled with the foul stench of rotting meat mixed with sulfur.
Green flames shook violently across the Goat-Man Devil's body.
"No, I refuse to