"Oh," Yu Mengzhou looked at the snake's corpse with disgust, but he didn't know how to comfort the warhorse, "Well, it is indeed... unusual."
He wiped the sweat from his face with his arm and noticed that the strong bones were already showing signs of cracking under the heavy pressure of the horse's legs.
"Tell me about the torturer?" Yu Mengzhou tried to divert the attention of the demon horse, because next, he was going to try to pull out the five copper wedges. His physical strength had not yet fully recovered. This would be a difficult struggle and it would definitely be very painful. "What is he, a profession, or a specific person?"
The Blood Butcher swung his ponytail and replied in a low voice, "That's a kind of name."
Its nose was twitching uncontrollably, and its lips were lifted up, revealing its bloody teeth, but it was not meant to be threatening, not at all.
The magic horses are creatures with extremely keen sense of smell, able to smell the fear of their prey from dozens of miles away. At this moment, the scent of humans permeates the air vividly, but it is different from anything they have encountered before - of course there are also settled humans in the Demon Realm, they are timid, cowardly and despicable, and in order to survive, they can burst out with malice that would surprise even the devil. They are just a symbol of food.
However, the smell emanating from humans is relaxing, warm, and soft... it cannot be described in words. The Blood Butcher tried his best to inhale this wonderful smell, wanting it to stay in his lungs as long as possible. He knew that his companions were doing the same.
Would this be a poison to quench thirst, to numb greater evil? It didn't know, nor did it care. It only knew the smell of fear and hatred, like burning magma and foul-smelling sulfur fire, but this smell was completely different, making it willing to indulge in it and unwilling to wake up.
"… a name for a class of people," Blood Butcher said. "Those warcrafters, using pain as a fuel for killing, igniting the flames of war. They are experts in shaping flesh and blood, and inventors of torture. The most proficient torturers are called masters, and they can take a dreaded goblin's arm and attach it to a troll's finger."
"Pain is energy," it said, "The Demon Realm is the city of pain."
Yu Mengzhou pondered and asked, "In other words, the pain you have here is like fuel, and this Demon Realm is an engine that needs fuel to do everything, right?"
As he chatted, he used a hoof knife to cut off the dead keratin on the edge of the copper wedge, and then carefully scraped it in to leave a loose gap.
The blood butcher acquiesced, and completely pulling out one of the bronze snake's hooves was like pulling out a maggot that had been sucking blood from the wound, which made the snake feel a long-lost sense of relief. It was so comfortable that it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to snore.
But soon, something cold and heavy pressed against the bottom of its hoof and collided with the copper wedge, making an unpleasant muffled sound.
"What is he going to do now?" the watching demon horses whispered in amazement. "He is touching the cursed nail?"
"How can he touch the cursed nail? He is only a human being. He will rot into a pool of meat paste in an instant!"
"Humans don't have the ability to kill copper snakes! I will never forget what a vile and filthy creature it is."