Crimson Blood Coffin

The merciless whipping, the cave dwellers who originally thought they were different, roared briefly, and then rushed to the messy nest they had just left, and then rushed into it impatiently, grabbing everything they could grab, and all rushed to the entrance of the corridor area where they could rush into the fastest.

"Hahahahaha! Cave dwellers, hahaha~ Quick! Stomp one more to death! Yes, yes~ one after another~", I originally wanted to quickly disperse the cave dwellers, but seeing this sudden sense of chaos, Fakuyu was stimulated by this scene again.

One by one, the cave dwellers squeezed into a corridor, big and small, from top to bottom, completely piled up together. Many weak cave dwellers were pressed to the bottom and hit by the sundries in their hands, and in an instant, there were considerable casualties.

After Fakyu's laughter spread to the surroundings, these cave dwellers immediately became unexpectedly agitated. They were originally just crowded, but in an instant, they began to squeeze each other with all their strength. The large number of casualties completely violated Fakyu's idea of ​​why they entered the corridor. "Hahaha! Right! Ahaha!" Fakyu began to spread his madness involuntarily, and his crazy tentacles mixed with alien breath quickly stretched out to the cave dwellers at the top, curling, pressing, pulling, Fakyu's extremely crazy heart was unexpectedly satisfied again. "Yes! Hahaha! I thought of it, let's build countless cave dwellers' art here! The art of trampling! The art of crowding! Haha! The cave dwellers' art all over the corridor!" "Yes~ Lord Fak, it's really wonderful art~", Elder Laval said very naturally, and after indifferently obeying Fakyu's orders, he flattered him again. "Hey, go find more cave dwellers. I want cave dwellers in every corridor! Up and down, everywhere, every corner! Hiding in the dark! Art! Crowded! Crowded and running in the corridor!" Fakyu's words could no longer keep up with the rhythm of his mind. His thoughts were so fast and smooth that the simple description was not as good as using his madness to express his thoughts at the moment: "Yes! That's it! Do you understand!"

Fakyu's crazy heart could no longer be hidden. After wanton venting, he successfully reached Laval's heart and began to shuttle rapidly through the corridor and all the cave dwellers' hearts.

In a strange display, in this corridor where squeezing and trampling occurred, countless carvings of what happened to the cave dwellers just now were carved.

The walls and ground around, every angle, every trampling, every cave dweller who passed by here, were all engraved on the surrounding surfaces, existing on the exposed surface of every corridor, circle by circle, up and down, left and right, from beginning to end.

"Get out! Hahaha! Get out!", with a mad attack, countless waves surged out from under the corridor, pushing out all the cave dwellers and the remaining debris and corpses in the corridor, and Fakyu walked alone into the corridor that had undergone a huge change.

"Art~perfect art~art of cave dwellers~there will be more art in the future, nightmare-like crowding, nightmare-like squeezing~everything is going on here all the time~"

Fakyu walked step by step on the pattern of the corridor, and a trace of madness appeared in his mind from his feet along with the touch, and the illusion like a dream appeared, and everything about the cave dwellers recorded on this pattern surged into his heart,

At this moment, he was the cave dweller running in this place, the trampling, the squeezing, the helpless screaming, the sense of crisis of fear behind, everything made it hang here.

"Hiss!"

Fakyu's pores opened up, and he was completely close to the surface full of cave dwellers, touching them intimately, appreciating and experiencing the wonderful art of cave dwellers he created!

"Grand Elder Laval!"

"Lord Fak!"

In fascination, Fakyu was surrounded by patterns and quietly asked: "How many cave dwellers are there? How many more interesting hybrid cave dwellers are there? They~have never felt art in the sub-human city~"

It was a mysterious question, but Laval basically guessed Fakyu's thoughts.

"Lord~there are more than 30 sub-humans in total. Only three sub-human races are uncontrolled and the main body has left our area. The rest are dependent on us, but the hybrid cave dwellers belonging to their bloodline are all deployed by us."

Cave dwellers are the lowest cannon fodder among the sub-human races. From the beginning to now, this is also the common living force of Laval and all the existences in the sub-human area.

"Good!"

Fakyu came out. After experiencing this wonderful art, he was no longer satisfied with just a few cavemen. Moreover, art didn't need to be just a few. He wanted more!

More cavemen, more different cavemen, more different kinds of subhumans. However, the number of subhumans was still too small to allow him to do something interesting.

But for now, cavemen are enough!

"Leave enough for later use, and then start moving into the corridor area in large numbers. I hope to see a satisfactory situation after the work is stopped!"

"Yes, Lord Fakyu, all cavemen will follow your instructions!"

Laval breathed a sigh of relief. Not all cavemen could at least maintain normal operations in the city.

Master Fake still knows that in this way, those demi-humans will not have any emotions. Simply deploy a large number of cavemen, and they can be replenished in about a month. If some giant cavemen, from birth From the beginning to the end, there was not even the slightest impact, just like shit, it was discharged, and then discharged.

"Hehehehahaha!"

Not paying attention to Raval's little thoughts, Fakiyu glanced at the fat deep-sea fishman just now, and then another wave repeatedly destroyed the things left by the cavemen around him. Only then was he satisfied. Grinning.

Art is art, and putting art next to a pile of trash is just disgusting.

And at this time,

The waves rolled and disappeared, and a huge shadow began to spread from Fakiyu's feet. Along with beatings and sounds of appreciation, the world of Egobawa belonging to Fakiyu appeared in this place.

Countless artists who are bonded together by madness and art,

From the moment he appeared, he was attracted by the caveman art in the corridor. Like a wave, the world of Egobawa wrapped around the corridor, wrapped up in those patterns, and was re-carved one by one by the artists. In the world of Egobawa!

"Hey, good, continue~"

Fakyu was very satisfied. Art also requires communication. With such good art, how could he not let his Egobawa world experience it?