Although there is insufficient light in the dim atrium, it is extremely spacious and the various ornate sculptures are extremely majestic. They are all illuminated by torches hanging on the wall lamp holders, and there are not many traces of mechanical excavation.
It doesn't look like a man-made building at all, it's all majestic and cold black, more like a shrine built to worship something transcendent.
A man was carving murals on the wall with a chisel and a mallet. If you look closely, you will see that the entire wall is like a vortex cloud curtain. Each of the flat, regular and curved cloud pillars is filled with various kinds of weird and terrifying creatures, as well as sharp and pointed clouds.
Crying and howling humans.
"Has everything been dealt with?"
"Unexpectedly, Bigman returned to Turin first."
"Besides, this is not the place you should come. You should wait for me outside."
A middle-aged man in simple clothes put down his tools and turned sideways to stare at Arnold. There were squirming tubes under his skin, which had also been parasitized by nematodes and gained immortality.
He is the agent of the vice chairman of the sct summit.
This is a palace he built to please the beings from the heavens, hoping that it would reward him with some truths, gain ecstatic knowledge, and supreme and noble wisdom.
In order to express this humility, piety, and extreme fanaticism, he believed that he had to carve some internal details with his own hands in order to attract its grace.
The so-called Turin.
It is not some extraordinary temple that has existed since ancient times or descended from the sky.
Including this magnificent and spacious palace.
Two deputy agents and the chief agent spent astronomical amounts of money to build it on a vast island.
These three people are not extraordinary people, nor do they have any suggestion ability, nor does the infected person.
Just wealth.
Amazing wealth.
Enough wealth to use in this world.
Since the colonial era, some people have accumulated a wealth of precious metals, jewelry, real estate, debts, and national debts of many countries.
Through ideological enslavement and decentralized absolute wealth in the global information age, some people hold most of the power to determine the direction of the macroeconomics and manipulate the world.
As for the chief agent.
I heard that before World War II, he had stockpiled a large amount of uranium, and had a private army that could negotiate with any party, as well as a think tank to mediate. Suddenly, overnight, it was just a number, and no matter how much money it was, it was just a number.
This palace is just one of many magnificent buildings worth mentioning.
In the "House of True Sight" used to house the Observer.
The largest, most exaggerated, most terrifying, the most majestic and tallest in history, it is used to worship the true God who towers above all things.
Not only did they drain all the wealth of these three people.
Along with sct for many years.
most of the fiscal revenue.
A casino that grows and sells banned hallucinogens, kidnaps women and even minors for trade, and secretly creates troubles and sucks out all the blood and sanity.
Even people who are about to die have their uses. The killing process is filmed on video and sold to designated groups at high prices. They can also be customized at sky-high prices. Finally, the organs can be sold to the rich.
Everything imaginable and unimaginable.
Plunder, control, terrorism.
The sct, a sinful, ugly, deformed, pus-oozing giant cancer, sucked all the nutrients from the planet, slowly draining the world into ruins and ashes, from the eyes of countless pairs of crying, screaming, hateful, angry and desperate eyes.
All fiscal revenue collected.
All for...
Serve the true God.
Some people at the SCT summit believed that this was what the true God instructed their agents to do, but only Arnold, Joseph, and German knew about it.
No one asked them, nothing sent them any message, to build this postmodern Tower of Babel.
In the beginning, these three people were completely spontaneous and proactive. With Tongtian's wealth and power, they got this mysterious news.
Action was taken immediately.
Involved in "sct", which was originally formed by South Pacific experience scholars, the original meaning is a hazardous materials control station, which also means safety threshold.
It is an academic organization on how to obtain technology that can be used for human development from this extraterrestrial thing, but maintain it within a controllable range.
But with the outbreak of Latent Syndrome, these three people learned that the so-called infected people had supernatural abilities. With the purest financial resources in the world, they gained many supporters of ability users. They completely intervened in SCT and controlled everyone in the organization.
All scholars.
The meaning of sct has also evolved to.
Holy Truth Church.
From beginning to end, it is a fanaticism carried out by these three richest men at the top of mankind.
No one knows why they did that.
In primitive society, a person's strength was measured by strength, but in modern society, it is wealth.
The ants have no way of knowing.
These three are ten thousand times more powerful than the world's people, no, even a million times, it seems impossible to describe.
Tens of millions of times, billions of times more powerful than mortals.
There are already too many of them, and they may not qualify as a master.
Morality, sin, guilt, sorrow and hatred, they don't have such things, the master does not need these.
Needed...
It may be something ridiculous that mortals cannot understand.
And all the darkness, killing, and sin in this world, the "true symbol" built by lies, spontaneously gathered together and built a supreme and magnificent temple for it.
The reason why this is Turin.
It's not because of the location.
Just because the extraterrestrial things are here.
Arnold had no respect for the deputy deputy agent, but there was still a necessary formal process.
"I escorted him back to Di Biao."
"He needs to be brought to..."
Arnold paused for a moment, as if he didn't want to say that word.
Because they made up some exaggerated words, and Arnold has always been rational and believed in the rules. He was not a fanatical believer. He thought that it was a rule that was not yet understood, but it was soon solved.
"Bring it to the Palace of True Vision."
"This way the variables can be eliminated."
Arnold said calmly.
"Won't this disturb that person?"
The deputy deputy agent was a little scared, but also a little excited. He asked with a twisted expression, and he was already in a daze.
Actually.
For German, Joseph, and Arnold, in the final stage, these agents had little value. Their role was only to pass information as puppets of the law, as well as the funds and relationship network provided in the early stage.
It's not needed now.
At the beginning, Arnold held a negative attitude towards the decision to build these exaggerated buildings, but did not intervene. It may have had an effect, but what is certain is that without these buildings, the SCT operations could proceed more smoothly, and maybe before the Day of Destruction
Has been destroyed.
"You talk too much nonsense."
"Now I'm going to take Di Wei directly there."
Arnold turned around and ignored the deputy deputy.
This made him furious, his teeth were chattering, his fingers were spasming, and his sunken eye sockets were extremely distorted and crazy. Although he was a human being, his entire face looked like a deformed beast.
He was almost roaring, shaking his saliva, and yelled at Arnold.
"Who do you think you're talking to?"
"I am the closest person to God!"
"I am the supreme being."
"I am of the universe!"
"god!"
"I……"
Don't wait for him to finish.
Bang!
Arnold took out his revolver and blew his head off easily.
And he never thought that Arnold would do this before. In his narcissistic world, his head was blown into a piece of paste, and the explosion sprayed on the ground.
He died so casually.
He was worse than a dog in front of Arnold.
"I told you everything."
"You talk too much."
Arnold expressionlessly put the revolver back into its holster, and then it was time to get down to business.
