After hearing Wayne's words, Barbara felt like she was struck by lightning.
She opened her trembling lips and said in disbelief: "You mean... I have to live like this for the rest of my life?!"
Wayne confirmed again: "I have repeatedly tested your physiological samples. It is already impossible to achieve reverse changes in species in you."
"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
Barbara, overwhelmed by anger, ran into rage again. She opened her arms and rushed towards Wayne without any scruples.
Fortunately, Aldenan, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, caught her and shouted: "Calm down!"
Wayne looked at Barbara who was losing her mind and asked strangely: "During the days when you were recuperating, I tested your body function. Whether it is metabolism or resistance to disease and aging, your body is far superior.
Compared to humans. Moreover, unlike the orcs and werewolves around you, your body can use more powerful powers, and your lifespan will be greatly extended. This should be a great good thing for you, why can't you
Accept it?"
Barbara roared angrily: "How can I return to the stage like this?! How can I return to the public eye?! If I can't perform or sing, it would be more fun to kill me!"
"You put meaningless social entertainment above the pursuit of power and the evolution of the species?" Wayne said in surprise: "How did your brain grow? You can't even make the most basic trade-offs and comparisons.
Do it independently?"
While listening to Wayne's venomous words, Aldenan pulled Barbara with his scalp numb. He turned his gaze to the helpless Carol behind him and motioned for him to come over and help him.
Carol, who had just woken up from a dream, quickly stepped forward and hugged the furious Barbara.
With his hands free, Aldenan walked up to Barbara and shouted: "Listen to me! You want to see Randall again, don't you?!"
Barbara was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.
Aldenan continued: "Let me ask you, if you die, you are just a corpse. Even if Randall is still alive, do you think you will have a chance to reunite with him?"
Aldenan's words made Barbara slowly calm down.
"Only when a person is alive can he accomplish what he wants to do; once he dies, there is nothing!" Aldenan slowed down his speech and said earnestly: "So, Mr. Dunlop saved you, although the result may not be ideal.
, but at least it gives you a hope."
To the surprise of the three of them, Wayne suddenly said: "I can't help you restore your human form, but if you just leave Muxi City, I may have a way to help you."
Carroll blinked, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears, and he confirmed to Wayne again: "Are you willing to let us leave?"
"My legs are on your bodies. I never thought of imprisoning you. I kept you here just for the sake of experiment. And I put the demon-forbidden ring on your neck just because I don't want you to disturb me."
Wayne's face showed a rare tired look: "There are many voices against me within the kingdom. It may be the best choice for you to leave now."
Looking at the three people in a daze, Wayne waved his hand and said, "You guys go out and let me be quiet for a while."
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Thick mist filled the fields, and the crows of crows could be heard from far away.
Randall walked aimlessly in the wilderness, his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and his steps became heavier and heavier. He looked at the surrounding environment and felt an increasingly familiar feeling in his heart.
An old tree with a crooked neck gradually appeared in outline in the heavy fog as he moved.
The moment Randall saw the tree, his whole body began to tremble. He staggered back and shouted loudly: "No! No!"
Randall turned around and ran a few steps, but suddenly stopped again. He found that the tree appeared in front of him again like a tarsal maggot.
The trees were getting closer and closer, and the body of a hanged woman kept shaking on the crooked old tree. This scene was like a nightmare that could never be shaken off, deeply impacting Randall's soul.
Randall's knees trembled, he knelt on the ground, buried his head deeply in his chest, and cried softly: "Mom, it's my fault, my fault!"
The corpse hanging on the tree suddenly opened its eyes and let out a sharp roar: "Monster! Why did I give birth to you, a monster in the first place?!"
The naked Randall opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the wooden bed. He was sweating profusely, breathing heavily, clasping his fingers tightly and saying nothing.
After being silent for a long time, Randall finally regained some strength. He looked at the furniture and furnishings around him that clearly had the atmosphere of northern civilization, and said softly: "It's that dream again..."
There was a knock on the door. Randall calmed down and said, "Please come in."
An older male shaman with a kind face, accompanied by two apprentices, walked into Randall's room, looked at him and said, "Mr. Quincy, how is your recovery going?"
Randall put on a harmless posture and said with a smile: "Look, it's fine now. All the wounds have healed."
The old shaman said happily: "When you first arrived here, you were in a coma for seven days. Everyone was worried about whether you could survive it. Fortunately, your vitality was unexpectedly tenacious..."
Randall propped his arms on the bed board and struggled to stand up, but since he had lost his keel, his limbs were weak and even standing seemed a bit shaky.
The old shaman gestured to the two apprentices to help him.
He looked at Randall and said, "You have repeatedly mentioned before that you want to meet the son of the gods who saved you?"
The latter's eyes lit up: "You mean, your god is willing to see me?"
The old shaman smiled and sighed: "Mr. Quincy, pay attention to your words, that man is not just our god, he is also the only god of all people."
Randall hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly: "Forgive me for my faux pas, I really want to see that god."
"In fact, the son of the gods also wants to see you." The old shaman opened the door and turned back to Randall and said, "Come with me. He is very busy and can only spare a little time to meet you."
The old shaman led the way, and the two shaman apprentices supported Randall from behind. The four of them walked out of the longhouse and onto the streets of the city.
Looking at the bustling crowds and various buildings in front of him, Randall was dazzled and asked casually: "When I was recuperating, I heard others say that this place is called Froststone City."
The old shaman held a wooden staff in his hand, and while accepting the greetings from the believers of the gods with a smile, he said to Randall: "Compared with the name Froststone City, people in the city prefer to call this place the Atrium."
Randall carefully observed the residents in the city, and he found that unlike Muxi City, the people here had clear class distinctions.
The old shaman in front of him had a very high status, and almost everyone who saw him had to salute.
Below him, the next highest class is those who wear weapons and look like mercenaries. When they walk through the streets, they will always receive praise and flattery from countless people.
After that, there are ordinary citizens; and the lowest status is undoubtedly the slaves in ragged clothes.
Randall followed the old shaman and walked for a full twenty minutes. Looking along the way, even with rough statistics, he could see that this Froststone City was much larger than Du Mu in terms of size and population.
Xicheng.
He asked the old shaman: "Where are we going?"
"We'll be there soon." The old shaman pointed to the basin in the center of the city. Randall looked in the direction he pointed. In his field of vision, he could vaguely see a giant pillar temple that was being expanded.
Believers who came to worship lined up in a long line from the gate of the temple to the streets several kilometers away.
The group of people came to the gate of the temple, and the old male shaman introduced Randall to another elder shaman.
"This is Minnie, the messenger of the sons of the gods and the leader of all shamans. She will lead you to see the Supreme."
The old shaman woman called Minnie looked at Randall with a smile and said, "Guest from afar, come with me. The son of the gods has been waiting for you for a long time."
With uneasiness and doubts in his heart, under the watchful eyes of the believers, Randall followed Minnie into the gate of the temple, passed through the majestic hall, and walked through the splendid corridor. The two finally came to a newly built
in the open square.
Raising his head to look at the scene in the square, Randall couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. A huge black dragon with a body length of more than thirty meters, with all four limbs lying on the ground, raised its ferocious and terrifying dragon head, staring at his small figure.