Below the city wall, there wasn't the imagined moat or open ground, but a vast, chaotic yet orderly "processing field."
As far as the eye could see, were rolling "hills"—corpse mountains formed by countless layers of demon bodies!
Various bizarre and oddly sized demon remains were crudely dumped and piled here, forming grotesque "landscapes" that emitted a potent stench of decay and burning.
The air here grew thick and scorching, with sulfur mixed with the burned flesh scent so intense that Sharp Claw's barely settled stomach churned once more.
Countless ant-like figures shuttled between the corpse mountains.
Strong multi-armed races dragged massive hook chains, hauling demon corpse hills to fixed regions;
There were "butchers" in simple protective suits, wielding sharp cutting tools.
On hastily constructed platforms, they swiftly disassembled bodies, skinning, removing horns, dismembering bones, moving so fast it was dizzying, like workers on an assembly line.
