The old man in a gray monk's robe grabbed the iron whip in the assailant's hand and glared angrily at the tall man in black.
The monster, which was made of huge pieces of flesh sewn together, was covered with wounds. It crawled at the old man's feet and hugged his thighs with both hands.
"Myris, those who fail the mission will always receive some punishment. Is it any wonder?" Throatbone sat on a stone chair deep in the cave, holding his chin with his right hand, looking at this interesting father and son, and said with a smile.
: "If it weren't for the guests who came here a few days ago, the president would have dismantled your disobedient son and reassembled it again."
Throatbone looked at the monsters on the ground and said slowly: "But overall, this time it can be considered as some gains. At least the president's plan to use the corpses and "Sutherland Relics" to cultivate the "Successor of the Undead" can be regarded as
A big step forward.”
Master Mairis used his thin shoulders to support the monster's body, looked at the throat bone and said: "Harvest? You call this a harvest?! You told me in advance that this was just a small experiment, but the residents of Watchtown have a
Most of them are dead! Most of them are dead!!"
The man sighed slightly, tilted his head back, and faced the top of the rock mass of the cave. Half annoyed and half helpless, he shouted loudly: "Mailis, Meiris! We have discussed this issue countless times!
"
Throat Bone stood up from the stone chair, shrunk his hands and feet, and said in a pretentious manner: "Why kill people? Peace is so beautiful, these people are innocent, and he is just a child..."
"Listen, if you want to grow wheat in an overgrown field, you have to set fire to the weeds first; if you want to build a magnificent palace next to a crumbling hut, you have to first
Pull down the dangerous building." The man said as he walked: "You always worry about unimportant things, and in the end you will achieve nothing."
Mairis stood up straight: "Didn't your god teach you how to cherish life?"
After hearing this, the man quickened his pace and walked to the old monk with a gloomy face. He grabbed the cross on the other's chest and raised it to the latter's eyes: "Then let me ask you! Just before the massacre and tragedy
Where it happened, did the god you believed in show any mercy? Did the god you believed in help any innocent people?"
"No!" Throatbone threw the cross on the old man's face: "He will only stand high in the sky and secretly watch the tragedies in the world! After all living things return to the dust, after the blood soaks the earth
After that, he stood up pretending to be noble and shamelessly asked the living people to believe that they would be saved!"
Mairis's face turned red from holding back, he looked at the man in front of him, and argued loudly: "What do you know?! What do you know?! Each of us has been burdened with sin since birth. The journey we have walked, the suffering we have suffered
Everything is a trial for us from Heavenly Father..."
The throat bone grabbed the old man's chin, his eyes were terrifyingly cold, and he asked him three questions in a row:
"Did someone else say these words to you?!"
"Did you see these words in books written by others?!"
"Is what you heard and what you saw the truth that you firmly believe in?!
"Roar!"
The monster moved and swung its huge palm towards the man.
The tyrannical body, the destructive power, but what was hit was a dissipating black smoke.
Black smoke gathered on the ground, wrapped around the monster's body, and reached its back. The man recovered his form in the smoke, sat on the opponent's shoulders, grabbed the tube under him with his hand, and pulled it out hard.
Along with whining and hissing, a large amount of liquid emerged from the tube connection. The monster fell to the ground with a crash and lost its movement.
He signaled his men to lift this eyesore away, calmed his throat, wiped his palms with a dry cloth, sat back on the stone chair, and looked at the pale old man standing there: "By the way, there is something about Watchtown.
An interesting thing that you may not know. My men saw an acquaintance of yours in the fortress."
Melis slowly raised his head.
Throat tilted his head and thought for a while: "Brother Todd... No, he should be called Father Todd now."
The old man opened his eyes wide.
"Speaking of which, Father Todd should also bear part of the responsibility for the failure of this mission..."
Hearing Throat Bone's words, Mairis took a step forward: "That child is innocent!"
The man shook his head and laughed: "No, Master, you just said that each of us is guilty. What's more, this Father Todd not only ruined our plan, but also abandoned the monastery and joined the church. This
Isn’t it a heinous crime?”
Mairis took another step forward: "I can guarantee that he did not threaten him, and what happened this time must have been unintentional. In fact, that child is only interested in alchemy."
When Throat Bone heard this, he blinked with interest: "'The Alchemist blessed by God'... He should really be grateful for this title. If it weren't for this reason, the president would have ordered him to be eliminated."
He got it."
"One more thing." The man took out a small brass tube from his arms and said to the old man with a smile: "You shouldn't have forgotten something about Todd, right?"
Mairis looked at the thing in the other person's hand, his pupils shrank, and his voice trembled: "The heir..."
There was an approving smile on Throatbone's face, and he twirled his fingers and said, "That's right! As I told you a long time ago, as the successor, Todd, he has only a few days left. As for what happens,
Whether to recover mutants or corpses depends on the president’s decision..."
Before he finished speaking, someone walked up to him and whispered something to him.
Throatbone’s brows grew tighter and tighter: “Did the president say that?”
The visitor nodded and said a few more words.
"What? Now?!"
Throatbone looked a little surprised.
Watching the messenger walk out of the cave, the man touched his chin and said to Miles: "Our Father Todd may be a blessing in disguise..."
"After listening to the report from his subordinates on the battle of Watch Castle, the president suddenly wanted to meet this 'alchemist blessed by God'." Throatbone rubbed his palms and whispered to himself: "For this time
Invitation, I have to prepare some greeting gifts in advance."
He waved to one of his subordinates and said, "Prepare a carriage for me. I'm going to the west."
His men hesitated and said: "Sir, if you leave, how should Yinhuan's envoy reply? He is waiting in the village and wants us to give an explanation for the failure of this operation."
"explain?"
Throatbone squinted and laughed: "Throw him into the 'honeycomb' bucket, and when I come back, I will 'explain' it to him..."