Wu Piwu furrowed his brows.
It felt too cumbersome.
It wasn’t heavy, but its size seemed too large?
Wu Piwu glanced behind him at a twisted mass of flesh, which had a human head, long arms and legs, a body tied into a bow, and elongated necks, binding a broken wing.
The entire mass was battered and torn, yet still alive, with a human head on its surface gazing around in a daze.
The entire mass of flesh was about two and a half meters in diameter; although it wasn’t heavy, it certainly appeared very cumbersome.
Wu Piwu set the entire mass down from his back, then scrutinized it from side to side, frowning in contemplation.
Mary hesitated to speak, while Charlotte wore an expression of extreme discomfort and said, “Hero, really, don’t… torment them any longer. Just give them a quick end!”
Wu Piwu replied discontentedly, “What kind of talk is that? They are demonic creatures, lacking true sentience; even their intelligence is merely an illusion, and they don’t even know pain. They are just lumps of flesh.”
Charlotte and Mary looked at the bird-bodied, horse-bodied, human-headed creature that was silently weeping, along with the puppet master’s head that was twitching incessantly, and they found themselves at a loss for words.