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To the southeast of Yuexi Plain, there is an inconspicuous village. This is not much different from the hundreds of other villages on the plain. Simple villagers, muddy paths, low bungalows...

But in the depths of this village, few people know that a huge naturally formed pit existed here thousands of years ago.

Following the artificially excavated shaft, descending to the depths, the temperature gradually decreases, and the space becomes wider. The relief society headquarters gradually reveals the whole picture in the depths of the pothole.

"President, Subject 56 is dead." A man wearing a gray robe and a hood carefully walked up to Theodore and said respectfully.

The old man stopped the movement in his hand, put down the pen and paper, and motioned to the other party to take him to take a look.

Walking in the damp and gloomy corridor, the light of torches on the wall flickered. Even when wearing a thick mask, the man could still smell the stench that seemed to come from hell. He quickly glanced at the president of the relief club next to him, and the other party looked as usual, and he couldn't see anything unusual, which made him secretly surprised.

The two came to a heavy iron gate, and Theodore motioned to the guard to push the gate open.

The creaking shaft sounded slowly, dull and harsh.

The man glanced at the scene inside the door, his heart stagnated, and then he pinched his thigh hard, and walked in with the chairman in front of him.

The word **** is used here to describe it is the most compassionate expression.

Strong iron chains, huge iron cages, terrifying howls, dozens of monsters stitched together from fragments of corpses, were locked in cages on both sides of the cave. They scratched the stones under them with their hands and feet, and hit the solid iron cage with their bodies. Blood and salivation were sprayed on the ground, like a strong acid, and lethal poisonous bubbles appeared.

The members of the relief society in charge of guarding were divided into several teams. A team is responsible for guarding and suppressing these undead heirs. A strange bone whistle is hung on their chests. Once a monster is found to be overly active or self-mutilating, it will blow the bone whistle forcefully. The whistle has no effect on the human body, but it can cause these terrifying monsters to make a sound like a rattlesnake wagging from under the skin on their back, and then calm them down or enter a faint.

Another team member is at the other end of the room, doing the work of a picker. In the inclined chute on the mountain wall, from time to time, fresh materials processed by the slaughterhouse fall into the iron bucket for collection. For these human remains, the main workshop of the pickers selects and classifies, some of the high-value heirs or alien limbs will be tagged and sent to the furnace, leaving the corpses with little value. The food that will be the heir to the undead is consumed.

The last team members placed the selected corpses together on a raised stone that looked like an operating table, then stitched the remains into a complete corpse, and then carried it into a strange sarcophagus Inside, the latter was soaked in black liquid.

The man accompanied Theodore to an iron cage. The monster in the cage collapsed on the ground. The muscles and bones of the whole body were slowly dissolving. Red, green, and white liquids mixed together, following the cracks in the ground. The flow is everywhere.

The man flipped through the book in his hand and read word by word: "Experimental body No. 56. It has been twenty-six days since the smelting was completed. Heir bones and 14 other corpses were used, and he planned to inject poisonous blood with different abilities. There are seven types of, regeneration, rapidness, sharpening of limbs, and screaming, and four are actually successful. Three days ago, there was sluggishness, weakness and other conditions. This morning, there was dissolution of flesh and blood... Uh... President?"

Theodore's eyes looked at the monster in front of him, as if he had settled in a certain state, without any movement.

After a while, the old man suddenly asked, "The first person in this world who discovered fire would not have thought that in the future, humans will not only use it to cook food, but also use it to burn the same kind?"

"Huh?" The man listened to the other party and couldn't understand how the president who was enamored with research in the past would suddenly ask such a question.

Theodore’s face was full of doubts, and he whispered: “I gave up staying in the capital, chose to part ways with the three people, joined the Presbyterian Church, and tried to end all disputes with the results of research. Is it right or wrong? ?"

The man looked at Theodore's face and asked cautiously: "President, what should we do with this subject?"

The latter glanced at the cage, dropped a word, turned and left the hall.

Burn it.

Back in his underground laboratory, Theodore watched the locked door opened from the inside, and looked at the figure in the room with a gloomy face.

"Without my permission, who gave you the courage to enter my room?!"

The black-robed throat bone did not pay attention to Theodore's roar. Instead, he found a chair and sat down, staring at the other person and said, "Sir, I think it is necessary to talk between you and me."

"Talk?" Theodore smirked, "Why do you think you are qualified to talk to me?"

Throat bone glanced at the manuscripts and manuals on the table, and sighed: "Do you still plan to hand over the results of our decades of research to the Knights of Twilight?"

Theodore hammered the table with his fist and roared: "We?! That is the result of my research, you are at best my assistant!"

The throat bone stood up from the seat, his body knocked down the chair, and his voice rose by three points: "You should know! There are many people in the relief organization because of the persecution of the church, and their families are destroyed! If we tell them, we will take refuge. What do people think of the Mursey Knights of the church?!"

When Theodore heard this, he was stunned, and the anger on his face slowly subsided.

He found a recliner and sat on it, his eyes softened when he looked at the throat bone: "I still remember that you were only 7 years old when you were rescued from the prison of the heresy court. For parents and sisters of different species, under the repeated torture of the church, they would rather violate the doctrine and choose suicide to obtain relief. And you, without food and water, lived in the cage for thirteen days. When we met At that time, you were like a puppet, sitting in the corpses of your loved ones. Rats had been all over your body, and you couldn't see a piece of good meat..."

As if remembering the purgatory memories of the past, the corner of the throat bone twitched, and he took two steps towards Theodore: "President, you and I live in a dark, desperate, cannibalistic and eaten world. If you want to survive? Then you must have the power to rival the darkness! Entrusting all of your own to others, hoping on the mercy of others, this kind of behavior will one day only make us the food of others! "

Holding up the manuals and pages on the desk, there was endless enthusiasm in his throat bones. He said to Theodore with a strange tone: "Do you know what I have in my hands? These are the stairs leading to the gates of heaven. , Is the scepter to become the ruler of the world! As long as the technology of the undead heirs can be perfected, the relief society can change the rules of the world and rule all kingdoms! We...may even become gods!"

Theodore opened his eyes wide~lightnovelpub.net~ Seeing every move of the throat bone, he finally shook his head: "You are crazy."

There was unspeakable disappointment in the eyes of the throat bone. He reluctantly put down the book in his hand, and his face returned to calm: "Mr. President, there is one last question. I asked a few days ago, but I still want to talk to you today. Making sure."

Theodore gave each other a cold look.

The throat bone smiled and asked, "Have you really never thought about joining the church?"

"I said! No!" Theodore raised his right hand, pointed to the door, and said loudly: "Now, leave my room immediately!"

The throat bone nodded slightly, bowed, and walked out of the door.

Walking on the road, he took out a handkerchief from his arms, turned over the layers of fabric, and lay quietly in the innermost half of the letterhead that hadn't been burnt yet.

On the letter paper, other writings were already browned and blackened, only the inscription was still faintly visible.

Your sincere old friend, Cardinal Abel K. Boswell