Tyrol City, the sixth temporary morgue in the parish.

"Today, another fifty simultaneous successful samples have been added." Miles walked across a row of operating tables with corpses, and while flipping through the notes in his hand, he said to himself: "A few samples are already close. The passing line of soul synchronization..."

The sound of water coming from under his feet made Miles regain his senses. He lowered his head and looked at the pool of blood on the ground. The blood reflected the old man's decaying face, which made him pause for a while.

Miles raised his right arm, looked at the fleshless bones, faintly shimmering under the firelight, and sighed.

"What am I? Living corpse? Dead man?"

There was a trace of regret in the dry eye sockets of Miles, but the gully was soon filled with dark thoughts.

"God has already abandoned me, so why should I cling to the future."

The old man's withered feet stepped on the pool of blood, leaving a series of **** footprints in the aisle, extending into the endless darkness.

The sixth temporary morgue in the diocese was originally the residence of a prominent nobleman. The owner of the residence was reported to be involved in Protestant worship. The entire family ranged from the patriarch who was more than 70 years old to the infants who were still in their infants, a total of one hundred and ninety-nine. More than ten people were all arrested by the heretical referee.

These people never came out after entering the tribunal prison.

Of course, all the property of this noble family was included in the church’s holy treasury, and this luxurious mansion was also expropriated as a temporary morgue in the parish.

Follow the stairs to enter the underground. The basement of the mansion was originally a space for the nobles to put wine and food, but it has now been flooded with various huge experimental equipment and strange equipment.

Miles took the notes and walked into the basement, watching a dozen gray corpses standing in the center of the room with various pipes stuck in them.

Wearing a large robe with a throat bone in the shape of a corpse, sitting on a luxurious armchair with a glass of red wine in his hand, he comfortably said: "The greatest use money and power bring to mankind is to let them learn. How to magnify desire."

At the entrance of the red wine, the liquid followed the shriveled esophagus of the throat bone, into the battered chest, spilled out and spilled on the ground, causing him to laugh out loud.

While recording the physical signs of each subject, Miles said to the throat bone: "We don't need food anymore, don't do these unnecessary things."

The throat bone slowly put down the wine glass: "Old man, this is one of the few pastimes I can remember."

"The experimental results in the last few days have gradually stabilized." Miles recorded the status of pipelines and equipment, nodded and said: "The connection is ready."

The throat bone was silent for a while, then suddenly asked Miles: "How long have we known each other?"

A little surprised by this question, Myris raised his head and forgot to answer for a while.

"One hundred and thirty-five days in seventeen years."

My throat's words made Miles' eyes widened.

Ignoring the look of consternation on the old man’s face, the throat bone continued: “Seventeen years ago, Theodore took me out of the prison. He took me to the San Sidro Monastery and found you in the Heterogeneous Mutual Aid Society. Hope I live in your shelter... But you refused."

Myris closed his eyes and said gravely: "At that time, all family members were persecuted to death by the heretic judge. The pain of losing loved ones and the hatred of the church have completely distorted your mind. I am from you. Only revenge and destruction can be seen in his eyes, so I cannot risk taking you in. This will threaten other alien species hiding in the monastery."

The throat bone calmly said: "I know, and I understand what you did at the time, but when I was alone, I would always speculate from time to time. If I stayed in the monastery at that time, what would happen to everything?"

Miles said softly: "Perhaps, maybe you will slowly calm down the anger in your heart during the day-to-day pilgrimage, and spend your life like this ordinary."

The throat bone grinned: "Ordinary? When did you learn to be self-effacing? Under your guidance, didn't a saint king who turned out in the monastery out of the monastery? He changed the fate of the alien species, even changed this world."

Myris's face unconsciously showed a complex expression, with emotion, pride, nostalgia, guilt and... pain in it.

"He is different. Even without me, he will still walk to the top of the mountain and watch the world."

The throat bone gently rubbed the handle of the armchair with his nails, and softly repeated the name he couldn't be more familiar with: "Todd Fischer, Todd Fischer..."

Turning his gaze to the two huge cultivation tanks in the center of the room, Myris walked to the first cultivation tank, opened the curtain covering it, looked at the black tar inside, and said to the throat bone: " These are our only remaining tyrants. The Presbyterian Church has already sensed that we are stealing their holy artifacts. I am afraid that it will become impossible to obtain such things in the future."

The throat bone stood up from the seat, looked at the tyrant in the tank, and whispered, "Enough."

Miles walked to the second incubation tank again and opened the curtain.

There are a large number of transparent parasites that are constantly wriggling.

The throat bone slowly walked to the worm pile, and in a tone of appreciation of the artwork, he said softly: "Resurrection worm, the highest culmination of the soul experiment results of the Presbyterian Church, is also the guiding light for human beings to enter the soul realm."

"With the help of Theodore's notes and countless experiments, I have found the best formula for combining the resurrection bug with the tyrant."

Myris carefully adjusted the experimental panels under the two culture tanks, and said: "The tyrant can perfectly modify the body structure of the resurrection worm, and evolve the fragile and difficult adult worms into a new kind of parasite."

"This parasite can swallow the organs and tissues of any organic organism and transform them into self-replicating physiological nutrients; not only that, it also retains the original characteristics of the reanimator. In the two subjects, one The soul of the worm will be transferred to the other party, and the latter can use the soul of the other party to complete the effect of controlling the body of the former."

Miles finished the final adjustment procedures and heaved a sigh of relief: "To put it simply, this kind of parasite that transcends the laws of nature can peel off the parasite's soul and inject it into the mother's body. The soul is deprived of it. The body becomes a puppet that the mother body can freely manipulate."

The throat bone looked at the tyrant and the resurrection worm in the tank, smiled and said: "Up to now, this cute little guy hasn't had an official name."

"What do you plan to call it?"

The throat bone muttered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Martyred."

Miles frowned: "Martyred? Strange name."

The throat bone slowly explained: "The **** you know accuses human beings of the seven deadly sins, gluttony, lust, rage, laziness, sadness, conceit, and arrogance. However, in my opinion, the sins of human beings come from them. The heavens look ****, but the desire becomes uncontrollable because of the physical existence."

Myris looked puzzled: "What the **** do you want to say?"

"The sin of man~lightnovelpub.net~ is the sin of God. The latter made a huge mistake at the beginning of the creation of life. He gave the most useless and evil thing to all human beings. That is life."

Miles was taken aback: "Life is useless and evil? What are you talking about?!"

"Without life, living things will no longer be subject to the desires of the flesh, and all meaningless thoughts will be replaced by reason and temperance. Just like the undead like you and me, we will no longer be entangled in moral restraints and emotional restraints. We don’t need food, we abandon lust, stay away from anger and sorrow, and will never be satisfied with the present, and use actions to promote everything."

The throat bone opened his arms: "We are the best way for consciousness to exist, and life, what is life?"

Miles took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously.

"Life is a plague of pain, a trap of evil gods, and the source of all evil. And these parasites in front of us will be the sacrificial angels of all life!"