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Behind him are "Ignorance Beings", and in front of him is "Our Lady of the Cave".

Mr. Wu You's position at the moment is very embarrassing.

Sean has already placed the psychic tentacles on the revolver and the sacred dagger that have been collected - even if it is impossible to win, he will not choose to sit still.

It can be seen from the expression that the baby curled up in the amniotic fluid obviously did not believe everything Sean just said.

Strangely, though, the pregnant woman turned around and walked ahead, obviously leading the way.

"There is no need for her to lure me into other traps." Sean frowned, "If you want to attack me, just now is the best chance...

"Does she have her own ideas... want to use my power to eradicate that manager?

"Or, want to help the foreign power to end all this?"

Sean is unknown.

In the short distance of 100 meters, the pregnant woman walked very slowly, and Sean had to keep the two divine feathers activated all the time.

Under the word of mouth of non-people, the news of the god's presence spread rapidly like a violent epidemic. Hundreds of "experimental wastes" all surrounded him with reverent eyes, vying to witness the true face of God.

"There are so many?" Sean was secretly startled, "Why on earth did Franken make so many deformed things?"

Keeping his eyes focused, Sean ignored the various weird faces that kept appearing on the side of the road.

Surrounded by weird believers, after a scalp-numbing walk, Mr. Wuyou was led to a door.

"Source of Redemption" - the crooked font smears the original words "transmission power room".

"This room is where the conveyor belt of the meat factory starts.

"In their hearts, it is the source of the river of redemption.

"If there is a Franken-appointed manager, he is here.

"Ordinary people, or explorers?" Sean thought to himself...

He didn't think Franken would assign a strong man here to take on a job that obviously no one would want to accept, and there was no point in it.

Not to mention that there is a unique religion that binds these monsters.

"Whether it's an ordinary person or a low-level explorer, I can use the Oblivion Flash to make him forget my visit.

"In order to develop this secret passage into the mansion, I can only continue to move forward at this moment."

Thinking of this, Mr. Wu You pushed open the old, corrupt, and mildewed double wooden door with the spiritual substance.

Inside the door, a few corpse lamps were dimly lit.

The distorted waxed corpse hugged itself, and a bone core protruded from its head, like a bean's lamp burning, as if the whole body existed to light a little light.

The walls of the teleportation power room are covered with all kinds of weird apocalypse paintings.

There are inhumans here to get the grey, mushy food gushing out of the dirty pipes - probably some sort of organic waste too.

The machinery in the transmission room was already rusted, and the cracks were covered with black grease.

The bloody, greasy stench that had made Sean numb was mixed with an unusually strong smell of motor oil.

"Like a forgotten mechanical powerhouse..."

At the end of the power room, where the conveyor belt started, a figure wobbly lit by the candlelight sat standing still.

The administrator of this place, "Holy Sam".

The spiritual substance wrapped around the grips of the pistol and dagger, and Sean walked straight over, two lanterns illuminating the dim corner.

After seeing the other party clearly, Mr. Wu You loosened his armed spirit slightly.

The "thing" sitting in front of you...

Neither scouts nor ordinary people.

This Franken-appointed administrator, Holy Sam, sat at the beginning of the conveyor belt, wearing a gas mask and a black rubber bio-suit that is often seen on the European battlefield.

"He's no longer human..."

The hem of the rubber suit drooped, and it had melted into the chair he was sitting on.

Behind the moldy rubber raincoats, there are many tubes that supply nutrients.

The back of his head is open, and the brain tissue splatters around the instrument behind him...

"...already integrated with the conveyor-powered machine."

There is no doubt that Sam is also a "work" of Franken.

Facing the few non-human beings standing in front of him devoutly, Sam moved mechanically.

The silent eyeballs under the goggles rolled, and the index finger on the left hand, which had been kept, mechanically pointed to an inhuman who was crawling on the ground.

The non-human with smooth skin like a slug thanked the **** messenger who had chosen him with trembling all over.

The manager didn't notice Sean's approach at all, and continued his day-to-day movements.

He raised the needle in his right hand, and the slug man approached the needle like a sacrament, and drank the paralyzing agent that would immobilize him.

Then, before the paralyzing agent took effect, he lay on the "River of Redemption".

A relieved smile finally appeared on his twisted face.

He believed that not long after, when he followed the river of redemption and arrived at the source of the river, his sins would be removed by God, and he would become a pure human again...

In front of Sam, Sean stabbed to death the smiling inhuman who had become a "meat animal" since he boarded the conveyor belt.

Even with such an action, the manager didn't show anything, just numbly returned to silence.

His only job is to identify wastes that are suitable for use as meat animals, and then grant them the qualifications to lie on the "River of Redemption"...

All non-humans, including pregnant women, did not follow this room, which was a "sanctuary" for them.

"The so-called 'Holy Sam' is nothing but a numb machine."

The expected conflict did not appear, and Sean began to look for the "entrance" that must exist.

That is, the "window" through which Franken Lab throws waste.

Soon, Sean found a deep patio at the end of the transmission power room.

Sean was inexplicably familiar with this place: "It should be from the memory of 'waste'..."

Throwing out the spiritual substance and slowly rising, Sean let Mr. Wuyou come to the inside of the waste window.

It was a thick steel plate hinged door, designed so strong that it was impossible for a non-human in the hole to open it.

Sean infiltrated the filament, which is usually barely noticeable, and after making sure that no one was there, he used the spiritual substance to open the loose-leaf door from the outside, and turned over to enter Franken's laboratory.

The lab was clean and tidy, in stark contrast to the filth-filled burrow.

Through the abandoned window, Sean seemed to have suddenly returned to the world from hell.

A slight smell of blood mixed with the taste of formalin.

There are bloodstains left on the spacious experimental bench~lightnovelpub.net~ All kinds of utensils are neatly placed, and the totem of the Mother of Black Sheep is placed on the experimental bench.

In order not to leave traces of spiritual power, Sean took back the spiritual essence and slowly paced the laboratory.

There are several glass jars filled with liquid and like pillars, which are very eye-catching.

In one of the tanks, a mermaid in the same shape as Nana floated.

Mr. Wu You took a few more steps, and after seeing the floating things in the glass jar originally hidden behind him, he stood there in a daze.

In the green liquid, there is a little girl with closed eyes floating, who should be around eleven or twelve years old.

Best of all, that face Sean is instantly recognizable...  

That was Alia Dickinson as a child.

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