In the southeast of Yuexi Plain, there is an inconspicuous village. It is not much different from hundreds of other villages on the plain. Simple villagers, muddy paths, low bungalows...
But deep underground in this village, few people know that a huge naturally formed pit existed here thousands of years ago.
Following the artificially dug shaft, going down deeper, the temperature gradually becomes lower and the space becomes wider. The Relief Society headquarters gradually emerges from the depths of the pit.
"President, Experimental Subject No. 56 is dead." A man wearing a gray toga and a muzzle carefully walked up to Theodore and said respectfully.
The old man stopped what he was doing, put down the pen and paper, and motioned to the other party to take him to have a look.
Walking in the damp and dark corridor, the light of the torches on the wall flickered. Even wearing a thick mask, the man could still smell the stench that seemed to come from hell. He quickly glanced at the relief club next to him.
Long, the other party's expression was as usual, with no abnormality at all, which surprised him secretly.
The two came to a heavy iron door, and Theodore motioned to the guard to open the door.
The squeaking sound of the rotating 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 followed the president in front of him and walked in.
The word hell is used here to describe it, which is the most compassionate way.
Thick iron chains, huge iron cages, horrifying howls, and dozens of monsters made from body parts sewn together were locked in cages on both sides of the cave. They scraped their bodies with their hands and feet.
The stone hit the solid iron cage with its body, and blood and saliva sprayed on the ground, forming deadly poisonous bubbles like strong acid.
The members of the Relief Society who were responsible for guarding were divided into several teams. One team was responsible for guarding and suppressing these undead successors. They had a strange bone whistle hanging on their chests. Once they found that a monster was overly active or engaged in self-mutilation, they would
They will blow the bone whistle forcefully. The whistle has no effect on the human body, but it can make these terrible monsters make a sound similar to the wagging tail of a rattlesnake from under the skin on their back, thus calming them down or causing them to faint.
Members of another team are at the other end of the room, doing the work of pickers. In the inclined chute on the mountain wall, from time to time, fresh materials processed in the slaughterhouse will fall into the iron bucket for collection. Regarding these from
Human remains are selected and classified in the main workshop of the pickers. Some high-value successors or limbs of alien species will be tagged and sent to the furnace. The remaining corpses of little value will be treated as undead.
The food of the heir is consumed.
The last team member placed the selected body parts together on a raised stone that looked like an operating table, then used needles and threads to splice the remains into a complete body, and then carried it into a strange sarcophagus.
Inside, the latter was filled with black liquid.
The man accompanied Theodore to an iron cage. The monster in the cage collapsed on the ground, and the muscles and bones of his body were slowly dissolving. Red, green, and white liquids were mixed together, flowing along the cracks in the ground.
It's flowing everywhere.
The man flipped the book in his hand and read word for word: "Experimental Subject No. 56, it has been twenty-six days since the smelting was completed. The skeleton of the successor and fourteen other corpses were used, and the plan was to inject the poisonous blood of the alien ability
, regeneration, speed, limb sharpening, screaming, etc. There are seven types, four of which are actually successful. Sluggishness, weakness and other conditions appeared three days ago, and flesh and blood disintegrated this morning... um... President? "
Theodore's eyes looked at the monster in front of him, as if in trance, without any movement.
After a while, the old man suddenly asked: "Would the first person in the world who discovered fire have thought that in the future, humans would not only use it to cook food, but also use it to burn their own kind?"
"Ah?" The man listened to the other party's words and couldn't understand why the president who was obsessed 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 those three people, joined the Presbyterian Church, and tried to end all disputes with the results of my research. Was it right or wrong?
?”
The man looked at Theodore's face and asked cautiously: "President, what should we do with this experimental subject?"
The latter glanced at the cage, dropped a word, turned and left the hall.
Burn it.
Returning to his underground laboratory, Theodore watched the locked door being opened from the inside, and looked at the figure in the room with a gloomy face.
"Who gave you the courage to enter my room without my permission?!"
The man in the black robe ignored Theodore's roar. Instead, he found a chair and sat down. He looked at the other person and said, "Mr. President, I think you and I need to talk."
"Talk?" Theodore laughed angrily: "Why do you think you are qualified to talk to me?"
Throat Bone glanced at the manuscripts and manuals on the table and sighed: "Are you still planning to hand over our decades of research results to the Muxi Knights?"
Theodore hammered the table with his fist and roared: "We?! That's my research result, you are just my assistant at most!"
Throatbone stood up from his seat, knocked over the chair with his body, and raised his voice by three points: "You should know! There are many people in the Relief Society who lost their families because of the persecution of the church! If we tell them, we want to take refuge
What will people think of the Church’s Muxi Knights?!”
When Theodore heard this, he froze on the spot, and the anger on his face slowly faded.
He found a recliner and sat on it, his eyes looking at his throat softened a bit: "I still remember that when I rescued you from the prison of the Inquisition, you were only 7 years old.
Parents and sisters who are of a different species, under repeated torture from the church, would rather disobey the church.
Yi, also chose to commit suicide to gain relief. And you, without food and water, lived in a cage for thirteen full days. When we met, you were like a puppet, sitting among the corpses of your loved ones.
, the whole body has been bitten by rats, and not even a good piece of meat can be seen..."
As if recalling the purgatory memories of the past, the corners of his eyes twitched as he took two steps closer to Theodore: "President, you and I live in a dark, hopeless world of eating and being eaten.
. Want to survive? Then you must have the power to rival the darkness! Entrusting everything you have to others and hoping for the mercy of others will sooner or later only make us become food for others!
"
Holding up the manuals and pages on the desk, there was endless fanaticism in Qiao Gu's eyes. He said to Theodore in a strange tone: "Do you know what I have in my hands? These are the stairs to the door to heaven.
, is the scepter to become the master of the world! As long as we can perfect the technology of the Necromancer Successor, the Relief Society can change the rules of the world and rule all kingdoms! We... can even become gods!"
Theodore opened his eyes wide, watching every move of his throat, and finally shook his head: "You're crazy."
There was unspeakable disappointment in the eyes of Yan Gu. He reluctantly put down the book in his hand and his face returned to calm: "Mr. President, I have a final question. I asked it a few days ago, but I still want to talk to you today.
Make sure."
Theodore gave the other party a cold look.
Throat Bone smiled and asked: "Have you really never thought about taking refuge in the church?"
"I said it! No!" Theodore raised his right hand, pointed to the door, and said loudly: "Now, leave my room immediately!"
Throat Bone nodded slightly, bowed, and walked out of the door.
As he was walking on the road, he took out a handkerchief from his arms, opened the layers of fabric, and inside lay quietly a small piece of letterhead that had not yet been burned.
On the letter paper, other writings have long been burnt to yellow and black, only the signature is still faintly visible.
Yours sincere friend, Cardinal Yarborough K. Boswell