The narrow blade was inserted into the alchemical golem. Ed tapped the golem, his tone slightly amusement:
"I'll beat you to a pulp!"
He turned on the switch without any expression.
With a loud "hiss," a mixture of blood and bits of flesh immediately flowed out from the opening in the finger.
Ed turned off the meat grinder and leaned down to listen carefully to the alchemical golem.
There was no sound.
Good, good, good, Muller, you're really a tough nut to crack!
Ed restarted the machine, a hint of disdain in his heart.
After the slicer, there's the meat grinder; after the meat grinder, there's the juicer; and after the juicer... you can even grill an alchemical golem.
This is just the beginning; Muller still has plenty of room to keep his stubbornness going.
In short, he must obtain the Grand Duke's Blood today.
The blade spun wildly, and Muller's flesh was being torn away more and more.
He never expected that even if he didn't stick his flesh out, he would still be chased into the interior of the alchemical golem.
Muller shrank back, completely distancing himself from the alchemical golem's right arm, and then used the space freed up by the loss of flesh and blood to begin Directed Alienation.
Soon he had an eye and a simple hearing system.
Finally, we can find out what's attacking us at such a high frequency. Let's see what's going on!
Muller opened his eyes abruptly and saw four spinning blades being thrust toward him.
"Pfft!"
Muller lost his sight again, but his hearing system continued to transmit the terrible mechanical noise.
This is terrifying!
Surrender; you have no other choice.
But, but I don't have a mouth right now!
Muller was so anxious he wanted to cry (he didn't have tear ducts), so he immediately made room for his normal vocal organs to grow.
However, on the other hand, Ed didn't seem to intend to give him that chance.
The handle of a meat grinder needs to be folded to fit through the holes for your fingers, and the highly flexible wood does this task very well.
As it continued to penetrate deeper, from the forearm to the upper arm, and then to the torso, the meat grinder was finally able to fully extend its blades.
Once inside the torso, Ed immediately manipulated the blades to begin a fan-shaped sweep, shattering all the flesh and tissue he encountered along the way.
Rosalind wields the power of devouring, while Antos wields the power of flesh and blood. Today, he'll see whether Muller's combination of the regenerative abilities of the two lineages is stronger, or whether the mechanical structure he copied from another world is stronger.
The sounds of flesh being smashed into a pulp continued to echo. Willow went from initial shock to numbness, and now she was at peace with it.
No one knows what Willow's thoughts were going through in those two minutes. Although she hated the Blood Corpse to the core, Willow couldn't help but feel sorry for Muller at this moment.
If I were handling it myself, I would just ask for the information and then kill him.
It's so pitiful that it ended up in Ed's hands...
Making an enemy of this person and the Second Holy See now seems like a huge mistake.
Fortunately, I had already chosen my side, but I wonder when the rest of the world will realize it...
Muller has lost half of his flesh and blood. Although the shattered and killed tissues are still inside the alchemical golem, it will take time to control or devour these scattered parts.
At this moment, he was short of time. Only the Muller, who was half the size at the beginning, was running around inside the alchemical golem like a slime made of flesh and blood, trying his best to avoid the fan-shaped cutting range of the meat grinder blades.
Part of his body quickly retreated into the head space of the alchemical golem, a blind spot for the blade's attacks, and he was finally able to catch his breath for a moment, finally managing to Alienation a vocalization structure:
"I surrender..."
The faint sounds were drowned out by the roar of the machinery.
But Ed still heard it.
He reached out and slammed his hand heavily on the alchemical golem:
"I can't hear you!"
"I surrender!"
"I can't hear anything at all!"
"I surrender!!"
"I'm exhausted, let's try again!"
"I surrender!!!"
"You think you can live if you speak so softly?!"
"I surrender!!!! Stop cutting me!!! Just give me a quick death!!!"
"..."
A terrified scream echoed throughout the laboratory. This time, not only Ed and Willow heard it, but even the dormant Silvis frowned, as if she was about to jump up and slash at the monster at any moment.
Ed turned off the meat grinder and shouted to Muller inside:
"You're surrendering, huh? Then hand over the Grand Duke's Blood first."
After a moment of silence, a muffled sound, amplified and repeated multiple times, came from within the alchemical golem:
"My lord, I am in very poor condition. If I hand over the Grand Duke's Blood, I will die."
"... This is a good thing."
Ed said sincerely:
"Didn't you just ask me to give you a quick death? I got the Grand Duke's Blood, and you got a quick death. It's a win-win situation, so what's there to be unhappy about?"
After saying that, he made a move to restart the machine.
"Grown ups!"
Muller let out a loud shout, clearly somewhat flustered:
Didn't you promise to give me a job with room and board included?
Ed almost laughed in anger upon hearing this.
What a cunning fellow! Would he really say something like that just to save his own life?
"It's too late, Muller. The best offer is gone forever."
"Buzz--"
The blade spun rapidly again, even closing in on the source of the sound so as not to give him a chance to argue.
Muller felt a sudden sense of foreboding, completely overwhelmed by Ed's relentless pressure.
"My lord! I surrender! Please let me live, just let me live!"
" Muller, you have no right to negotiate with me. Your only options are to surrender or not to surrender. Your life or death depends solely on me."
"I surrender! I surrender!"
At the last moment before the blade severed his vocal cords, Muller finally broke down and chose to surrender unconditionally.
"Then spit out the Grand Duke's Blood."
"Grown ups..."
Muller's tone carried a hint of pleading:
"Without the Grand Duke's blood, my broken body will gradually collapse."
Ed knew his pressure tactics had worked, so he decided to give him something that seemed like a small reward:
"Without that drop of blood, how long can you survive?"
"About... fifteen minutes."
"Spit it out, Muller, give me the blood."
"Good..."
Knowing there was no way to turn the tide, the vampire finally began to gather from his mangled body the drop of blood that Rosalind had bestowed upon him from afar.
Four sharp blades had somehow formed a spoon-shaped structure. Muller used a fleshy tentacle to put a drop of blood into it, and then the bright red drop of blood slid down from the alchemical golem's finger and fell into Ed's hand.
" Muller."
"Grown ups..."
"You vampires all seem to love to pray?"
"Yes, this is a capability shared by all lineages."
"Now you can pray, pray that this trend can be stopped before you disintegrate."
"But to whom should we pray, sir?"
"To me."