Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

What is a slaughterhouse?
As for what kind of place a military camp is?
Augustus and the others understood that six eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girls, sent to the army as criminals, would inevitably suffer what kind of fate.

“You can’t do that,” Augustus said to James, sounding somewhat panicked.

James smiled and got into the car.

Augustus and the others continued to curse in despair.

Soon, Augustus and the others were taken to a place called the Slaughterhouse.

The so-called slaughterhouse is actually a place for organ transplantation. Human bodies are very valuable, especially to the wealthy.

Why do you think they are always able to find suitable organs for transplantation in a short period of time?

These things have never ceased.

And a slaughterhouse is such a place.

As for the remaining six girls, Augustus took them back to the military camp.

As for what will happen, those in the know basically know. You should know that in the United States, the treatment of women in military camps is no secret.

City of Sin!!
Such things are commonplace in the City of Sin.

What is a city of sin?

From its very inception, this city has been a breeding ground for evil.

This is true from any perspective.

New York!!!

This place has become the headquarters of the Pleasure Cult.

Although it may not seem like anything on the surface, this place has become the stronghold of the aberrations.

The reason why New York was able to become the stronghold of the mutants so quickly.

It's quite simple: the top brass of the US and the members of the Pleasure Cult have reached some agreements.

In short, the Pleasure Cult can operate within the U.S. mainland, but it cannot arbitrarily hunt down elites, and it can only operate in New York.

Most importantly, the top brass in the US is well aware that even though the mutants have mutated, they still retain their own thoughts.

However, this kind of thinking tends to be distorted and chaotic.

It's not that we can't communicate.

More importantly, the top brass of the US military discovered the benefits of the aberration.

That's right, it's a benefit.

Although the mutants are ugly and unsightly, they are also something that the US values.

That is, after becoming a mutant, both the body and lifespan will break the original limitations.

Compared to those high-ranking U.S. officials who did not become superhumans.

Choosing to become a variant is also a good option.

Aberrations are also among the superhumans. Although they are not good superhumans, they should at least not be abandoned by the times, right?

Therefore, those high-ranking U.S. officials who did not become superhumans were also leaving themselves a way out.

A way to extend one's lifespan.

Of course, becoming a mutant is also a choice, a choice with no other option, and the top brass of the US is well aware of this.

So, for various reasons...

The top brass of the United States and the Pleasure Cult have reached an agreement.

That is, the Pleasure Cult can establish itself in the US, but in return, the Pleasure Cult must abide by the provisions of the agreement.

This is the real reason why the Pleasure Cult has been able to establish itself in the United States.

The headquarters of the Pleasure God Cult.

Batman is imprisoned in an underground dungeon of the Cult of Pleasure.

A figure appeared in front of Batman.

Green hair, a purple suit, and exaggerated clown makeup.

"Oh, my dear little Bat, what happened to you?" The Joker paced around the cell, looking at Batman in front of him.

The once-muscular Batman has become somewhat twisted and deformed, with one arm transformed into a long whip covered in fleshy spikes.

The flesh on its body was still writhing, and every now and then another tentacle would emerge from under its skin.

He was no longer recognizable as a human being.

The only thing that hasn't changed is those eyes.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and Batman's eyes still reflect a firm will.

"The Joker." Batman looked at the Joker with a slightly hoarse voice.

Batman doesn't know why the Joker is here, but he hates the Joker to the core for his presence.

It would be a lie to say that I don't hate them.

Batman is no saint either.

Compared to the hellish experience of the past few days, first it was two men on top of each other, then it was a whole bunch of men.

In short, Batman's experience these past few days can absolutely be described as hellish.

"Looks like, little Batman, you're still sane," the Joker said, looking at Batman with interest.

The Joker was somewhat surprised that Batman could still maintain his sanity.

After all, the Joker was well aware of the Cult of Pleasure.

This thing is completely not something that should exist in the normal world.

Those twisted, filthy flesh and blood.

Those horrific, distorted, and abominable mutated forms.

It constantly speaks of the horror of those things.

However, Batman was able to stay true to himself and did not encounter any problems.

This was something even the Joker hadn't anticipated.

Upon hearing the Joker's words, hatred began to gleam in Batman's eyes.

How could Batman not hate? The hellish experiences he's had these past few days have allowed him to maintain his sanity largely because of his hatred for the Joker.

If it weren't for the Joker, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Well, that look is just perfect." The Joker looked at Batman with a sinister smile, then glanced at the chains binding Batman's body.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Two sounds rang out.

Batman's body fell directly to his knees on the ground.

"So, my dear little bat, are you going to kill me now, or wipe out this filthy city?" the clown said with a smile.

The next moment, the bat's whip-like arm swept directly towards the clown.

The clown looked at the whip that had passed through his body with a smile on his face.

phantom!!
The clown here is just an illusion.

"It seems you've made your choice. I'll wait for you outside, provided you can get out," the clown said with a smile.

His figure gradually disappeared as Batman grew stronger.

Batman looked at the disappearing Joker, and then at his own deformed and twisted body.

A powerful will is embodied in Batman.

The distorted and twisted body slowly returned to a human form.

The distortion characteristics disappeared.

Batman's physique appears to have become even more muscular.

However, the fleeting pink glint in his eyes suggests that the mutation within Batman is still real.

"The Pleasure Cult, the Joker!!" Batman's eyes gleamed with hatred.

To reiterate, Batman is no saint. While he can uphold his principles, it only prevents him from losing himself.

After enduring so much torment, is it possible to still maintain the same bottom line as before?

No one could do that.

In Shanghai!!!

Lu Xihe went to that village, but returned without finding anything.

In China today, supernatural events are quite common, with one occurring almost every few days.

The thing that gives the Ninth Bureau of the Dragon Kingdom the biggest headache is...

There is currently no one in the Dragon Kingdom who can deal with these paranormal events.

Or rather, there are professions that directly match one's major.

As for why, the reasons have already been explained.

So far, apart from the occasional paranormal events, everything is pretty good.

The event passed slowly.

In a mountain range.

A fiery red halo appeared in the mountains.

A fully grown red dragon lay prostrate on the mountain, its massive body covered in fiery red scales, with scorching sparks emanating from its mouth and nostrils.

A western sub-dragon that has evolved.

John Bull's extraordinary power led to the appearance of the Knights of the Round Table.

Their goal was to eliminate this evil dragon.

It is unknown when this evil dragon was born.

However, upon its birth, it destroyed a small town on John Bull's side.

Now, it occupies this mountain range and is the target of John Bull's official campaign against it.

“My lord, that ferocious beast is in the mountains not far away.” William, dressed in medieval knight's armor, knelt before Artoria.

Artoria nodded without changing her expression.

From the moment she arrived and learned of her identity, Artoria's status in John Bull's eyes grew day by day.

After all, compared to the current mascot queen...

Artoria is the legendary Arthur, although not the King Arthur in the history of this world, but still the King Arthur of Great Britain, isn't she?

Moreover, the sword of victory and oath in Artoria's hand is the famous Sword in the Stone.

It can be said that, from any perspective, Artoria, in just one or two months, became a figure who could dictate the direction of John Bull.

The false queen, the mascot; the real queen, wielding a holy sword, carved out a new world.

If Artoria hadn't been here so long ago, she would truly be qualified to be John Bull's queen.

This wasn't some kind of mascot; it was an era that could truly restore Great Britain's glory.

"Roar!!!" The sleeping red dragon seemed to sense the threat and awoke from its slumber.

It radiated a red light.

The soil beneath their feet turned into magma due to the high temperature.

dragon!
In Western stories, dragons have never been portrayed as positive beings.

It symbolizes the existence of evil.

This red dragon is no exception.

"Roar!!!" A roar rang out.

The red dragon cleaved its wings, revealing fleshy wings tens of meters long, and took flight.

A fiery red beam of light shot directly toward the Knights of the Round Table.

The violent force instantly shattered the earth.

The ground was directly cut off, and everything in its path turned into lava.

"Scatter!!" William said to the other Knights of the Round Table, holding a silver-white longsword.

A silvery-white battle aura emanated from his body!

That's right, it's fighting spirit.

This can also be considered a type of fighting spirit within the Western system!
All the Knights of the Round Table were beings who cultivated battle qi.

Originally, they awakened extraordinary power at the beginning, but after the emergence of the basic cultivation method, all the Knights of the Round Table began to cultivate battle qi.

Each Knight of the Round Table possesses their own unique fighting spirit.

William was no exception; their unique battle aura was formed by combining their own extraordinary power with the cultivation methods of battle aura.

The other Knights of the Round Table quickly dodged the red dragon's roar. (End of Chapter)