"Ugh, no wonder you wouldn't let those two kids come along. This is pretty horrifying."
On Viltrum, War Beast stood in his protective suit and surveyed the devastation, the corner of his mouth twitching.
As a warrior who had spent countless years slaughtering his way across the universe, he had thought no bloody, brutal sight could faze him anymore. But even he could barely stomach this.
Everywhere he looked, half-dead slaves littered the ground.
Under the effects of Zuo Ci's super itching powder, their faces were twisted into grotesque smiles, and they had long since scratched their skin open, tearing flesh apart and scattering blood everywhere.
Some of those closer to the source had been affected so badly that they had scraped their nails to pieces and snapped off their fingers, leaving them embedded in their own bodies.
But even they had gotten off lightly. After all, the slaves themselves weren't particularly strong. The scattered Viltrumites were the ones who had truly suffered.
They were powerful enough, and they had been closest to the itching powder, so they had suffered the worst effects.
And remember, the itching powder worked both inside and out. Under that extreme torment, almost every Viltrumite had ripped open their own body and scratched their internal organs to shreds.
The sight was as horrifying as it was grotesque. Never mind the two children-even a battle-hardened veteran like War Beast felt ready to vomit.
"I didn't expect this stuff to work so well either. This is straight-up Slaanesh's hell."
Zuo Ci couldn't bear the sight either. He activated a cognitive filter on his helmet, turning everything into cute cartoon versions before he felt a little better.
He had thought the itching powder would, at most, make them itch so badly that they lost all strength. He had