The sound of explosion came from outside the corridor, and a Orks shell penetrated the wall and shot directly towards the menacing Aosabaier Archon.
"Ah... how much money do I have to pay to repair this loss..." Aosabaier raised his hand casually and locked Orks's cannonball with the gravity field, preventing it from moving even half a step forward.
Throw it out and let the shell explode outside. Aosabaier walked deep into the corridor and kicked open the door without any etiquette, "Master Amalaga! I hope you can have a good explanation for this!"
Amalaga's voice floated up, and he bowed slightly towards the angry Aosabaier Archon, although in Aosabaier's eyes, this monster floating in the air showed no apology at all.
"What's wrong, Aosabaier Archon, a little..."
"What a small thing? Do you know how much the damn things you secretly raised cost me in this short period of time? All the soul storage warehouses were leaked! The meat ranch was even buried under rubble! All the more than 10 billion livestock robbed last time died inside! I didn't even have time to torture them for the fifth time!"
Aosabaier seemed to be angry. He pointed his finger at Amalaga's face and vented his dissatisfaction in a higher tone.
"And all this is because of you! You want to raise some free-range chickens! You made a hole in my slave ship! All the more than five million meat animals in the No. 1 processing plant escaped!"
"You still stopped our people from recapturing them! Watching those beasts causing such trouble underground! Amalaga! If you don't have a good excuse today! Then prepare to be reduced to ashes under the void bomb!"
Amalaga looked at the furious look of Aosabaier Archon indifferently, clapped his hands gently, called a group of Wrack in, arranged tables and chairs, sat on them, and stretched out his hands towards Aosabaier.
"If you want to talk, then at least there must be a good environment, right?"
Aosabaier is not sure what Amalaga wants to do. Will there be a trap in that chair? Will a pile of razors and nails suddenly burst out and kill him directly?
He wasn't sure, but he didn't dare to fight with Amalaga, the Haemonculi master. Each of these guys who had lived for more than ten thousand years or even longer had endless ways to save their lives.
He came here this time to ask for compensation and explanation, not to really break up with Master Haemonculi.
The armor on his body shook, and a clone of Aosabaier stepped forward, sat on the chair and looked at Amalaga.
"It really makes me sad. Ten years ago, we were sitting and eating together..."
"We are sitting together now, it's the same."
"Oh..."
Amalaga's tone was full of sadness at being misunderstood by his friends. He took out a piece of human skin paper from his surgical-like clothes and handed it to the clone.
Aosabaier took it and glanced at the above content a few times, "Hate Virus? This is your research project for the past ten years? And it finally caused such a big trouble?"
"Oh, you may not find the beauty of flesh-and-blood art from the words and data above. I don't blame you..."
"It's not a wise move for you to mock me like this..."
"No, no..." Amalaga waved his hand, indicating that he had no such intention, "As we all know, all Wrack and flesh and blood arts rely on biomass."
"The more biomass there is, the more huge and exquisite art sculptures can be made. But unfortunately, biomass is not always available. We need biomass, and you need souls."
"But Hate Virus's research was based on a... a very interesting gadget..." Amalaga gave Aosabaier an ugly smile, which made Aosabaier feel uneasy. The gadget he didn't bring up must not be a good thing.
"This virus can make Infected fuse under extreme hatred and revenge. It can allow them to obtain energy from the sea of emotions in the supreme sky, and then multiply and grow..."
"In other words, can this virus break through the basic principles of biology? Can it consume 100 kilograms of biomass and produce 120 kilograms?"
"Actually, it's a little more exaggerated than you think..."
A huge howling sound was heard, and even a butcher like Aosabaier could be shaken by this almost substantive emotion of hatred and revenge. He felt a little uneasy, as the big trouble outside seemed to be coming for him.
Amalaga was a little unhappy when his description was interrupted, but when he saw the scarred Gorgon outside recovering his body at high speed and becoming even bigger, a happy smile appeared on his face.
"The size of hatred determines the efficiency of converting the energy of the Supreme Sky into biomass. This barbaric growth in the wild is indeed stronger and more durable than the one cultivated in the laboratory... I have never raised such a big cutie. It took a lot of effort to create that thing..."
Amalaga recalled that when he was an apprentice, the flesh bacteria he had worked so hard to cultivate were all so delicate that they would die quickly within a few days, even if the theoretical optimal stable temperature was guaranteed and the environment in which they were most likely to breed was given.
On the contrary, the same kind of flesh bacteria found in the sewage pipe on the ground floor and scraped a few times with a knife were found to be very healthy, and the culture environment was not so picky.
Really... research and experiments are still needed. The data from this time can be used for next time...
"Then you must be able to solve this thing!"
"That's not possible, I need more data..."
Aosabaier stared at Amalaga, wondering if his ears heard it wrong, "Amalaga, I am not the only one who wants to solve this problem this time. Master Vect is very angry about the chaos in the city. I advise you..."
"Huh?"
Amalaga stared at Aosabaier indifferently, making him unable to say the next words.
Even though only his clone was communicating face-to-face with Master Haemonculi, Aosabaier's figure in the distance still felt extremely dangerous, as if he was being targeted by something terrifying. This was a sense of danger he had never felt since he became Archon...
"Vect... He is just a toy of Black Muse, a jumper Joker... You have no idea what real power is, nor do you know who is the real master in this universe..."
"You..." Aosabaier felt that his body could not move, and his soul was locked in the eyes of a terrifying monster full of hatred and resentment.
Such Deep Dread made it difficult for him to breathe, and those Incubi recruited to protect his safety did not know when they lowered their heads, as if they were fighting something that did not exist...
Amalaga floated to Aosabaier's true side and gently touched his face with his own hands, "Have you been Vect's dog for so long... that you have lost your basic respect for a master Haemonculi?"
As if he still had something to say, Amalaga tore off the flesh on his face and showed him a terrifying face. Aosabaier opened his eyes in horror. Big Eye
"Are you... a member of the first batch of Cult of Excess?"
"No... I'm more complicated than you think, dear..."
Amalaga's face resurrected and turned into his original appearance. He waved his hands and said without any emotion, "Lucia, deal with them, and then go play with your friends. I need... more data..."
A monster jumped out of the darkness and tore apart Aosabaier and his Incubi guards...
For mom, for dad, for the Emperor