Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 138

Chapter 33

I descended to the first floor.

As I reached the shadowed staircase of the ancient tower. I heard screams.

Agonized human screams mixed with high-pitched, feral howls.

The screams were human. The howls were… animal.

The cleaver in my arms buzzed against my chest.

Julian was warning me.

“Something’s wrong.”

I took off my coat to reveal the red dress.

I wrapped the intestines around my neck like a scarf and wedged the withered arm under my armpit.

I tightened my grip on the cleaver.

I looked like a walking nightmare.

I walked onto the first floor.

The massive stone doors were wide open,

Blood pooled on the rough floor, forming a small river that trickled toward my feet.

I looked up.

It looked like a slaughterhouse.

My vision was blurry, but I could make out massive shapes-monsters towering over the room, holding butcher knives.

They were honing their blades, preparing to butcher the people on the chopping blocks.

I found the missing eight players.

I had asked the monsters on every floor about them, but no one knew where they were.

They had come down here early this morning to ‘discuss strategy” and never returned.

The monsters stood seven or eight feet tall.

They wore clothes, but their heads were those of cats and dogs.

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Their arms were covered in fur, and tails hung from their backs.

There was even a scaled, pangolin-like beast.

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