In the dark and deep underground palace, the hum of magic power suddenly broke the silence in the air.
Stable magic power was injected into the crystal, and the magic crystal lamps embedded in the wall lit up one by one, illuminating a vast hall space.
The floor of the hall is covered with shimmering runes and magic lines, and there are countless pillars that look like a mixture of flesh and blood and plants standing on both sides of the hall. The surface of those pillars is uneven and sunken. Blood with a dark red shimmer seems to be flowing in the gaps, and vines or blood vessel-like "biomass ropes" grow from the tops and roots of the pillars, extending to the rune matrix on the roof and ground, and On the wall behind these pillars, rows of crystal ball-like transparent containers are neatly inlaid on the dark red wall.
In those crystal balls, there are creepy biological tissues floating, soaked in a thin reddish biomass solution, like demon eggs in sleep, unconsciously squirming, swelling and shrinking. .
At the end of the hall, there is a huge crack - it is not a wall, but the opening of some kind of underground rift. Outside the crack, there is a vague area shrouded in dim red. A vast space in light.
A sound of footsteps came from far and near, and a tall and thin figure wearing a black burqa walked into the hall.
He walked slowly past the "pillars" that were trembling slightly, scanning the surface of each pillar. He patiently and carefully inspected the status of these "embryo containers". A hoarse and low voice came from below -
"Okay, that's great...it grows so fast...the biomass I prepared for you is really not in vain..."
< p>A cold female voice suddenly came from not far away, interrupting the black-robed man's soliloquy: "Headon, you are getting more disgusting when you are with these embryos."< p>The man in black robe did not look back: "Bertila, have you forgotten the courtesy of knocking on the door?"With the sound of roots moving on the stone floor, the man in green Bertila, who was half human and half tree in a priest's robe, walked out of the shadows at the entrance of the hall. She glanced at Heaton not far away: "What a pity, your disgusting hall has no door at all."
The man in black robe turned around and took off the hood on his head, revealing his pale and withered face. He looked at Bertila coldly: "While cultivating the first batch of embryos of divine evil, You didn't say they were disgusting."
"What is disgusting is your aesthetic when decorating the hall, not these embryos," Bertila frowned at the neatly arranged ones." "Pillars" and crystal containers embedded on the walls on both sides, "Can't you design these biomass capsules and artificial egg shells in a less disgusting way? Or at least wrap them in something... You This place is more like a putrid slaughterhouse than an advanced laboratory."
"You cannot understand the beauty of flesh and blood art."It's regrettable, but I am willing to understand," Heaton said casually, "If you stay in the abyss of flesh and blood for a longer time, you will surely understand the beauty contained in these most primitive biological tissues..."< /p>
Bertila directly interrupted Heaton's slightly nervous speech: "That's enough, I'm not interested in knowing what twisted and bizarre knowledge the 'gods' stuffed into you when they whispered in your head. I'm just here to understand the growth of the abominable embryos - the Grand Priest needs to confirm whether the abominable factors in these embryos have been successfully activated, and to confirm the influence of the false god's body on them. "
Heaton grinned, an ugly smile appeared on his gloomy face: "Of course, as you can see, this place is full of vitality - the evil factor in human genetic genes has experienced hundreds of years of Years of inheritance still exists vigorously in every human body. As long as appropriate mutations are induced, everyone is a sinner... We should thank our compatriots in the wasteland. The data they recently provided is timely and effective. All embryos All are developing in the expected direction. "
Bertila nodded, walked slowly to a "pillar", stretched out his hand and felt the slight trembling and temperature deep in the "pillar". These seemingly static The moving pillars were all alive, and she could feel the regular pulse hidden under the rough skin, which was as steady and powerful as the beating of a heart.
Is this the future of a mortal, so unbearable. …
For a moment, this extremely brief question flashed through Bertila’s mind, but the next second she refreshed and reset the brain tissue and corresponding hormones that generated the question— - This superficial doubt cannot come from herself. It is probably the remaining thoughts of an assimilated phagocytosis that are trying to influence her judgment. This is not the first time that something like this has happened.
She didn't care about this at all.
"Very good, the Grand Priest will be satisfied," Bertila nodded slightly, "Make sure these special 'starting' evils enter the maturity stage as soon as possible. This is an order from the Grand Priest. "
Hiton looked at Bertila with cold eyes from behind. He was slightly angry in his heart, angry at this woman's arrogant attitude, angry at her acting like this in front of him in the name of the Grand Priest. Arrogant, but there is nothing he can do about it
Bertira is the most senior leader in the Society for the Death of All Things. This seemingly human woman has used forbidden magic to extend her life span for seven centuries - relying on it. Devouring and absorbing other life forms. She is still a "priest" in name, but in fact, her status is between the dean and the grand dean.
She is the only one who can escape. It is difficult to walk through the long corridor in the deepest part of the underground palace without any injury and stay for a long time in the Grand Priest's secret room. The whispers of the vicious gods will not drive her crazy, and looking directly at the flesh and blood of the gods will not pollute her soul. Her ability to trust made her position unshakable in the cult.
Heaton thought maliciously that maybe Bertila had the secret to resist the influence of God in the depths of the underground palace.The reason is that she has been twisted into a monster, or she has been a monster from the beginning. Her soul and flesh have rotted and mutated, but her monster just happened to be twisted into the appearance of a human.
Bertila turned his back to Heaton and said without looking back: "Master Heaton, I don't mind if you look at me rudely, but you look at me for too long."
p>Heaton just snorted in response.
Bertila didn't care, she just turned around and said unhurriedly: "I wonder if you got the news - the Ansu people have begun to repair the barrier, and Gawain Cecil... went to the south in person."
"I heard that Gawain Cecil actually found a road in the Dark Mountains and drove directly into the Black Forest. Heaton said casually, "But our sentries did not bring back any more news."
"Several sentries died unexpectedly, and the remaining sentries did not dare to get closer," Bertila looked at it. Heaton's eyes, "One sentry sent back an almost hysterical report - he called the Cecil people madmen and demons. Don't you think this is interesting?"
"...Interesting , because this title has always been given to us by outsiders," Heaton raised his eyebrows, "It seems that the sentry has lost his mind."
"What happened to the Cecil man? They use powerful magic devices to expand territory at will, and they even use those magic devices to bombard the wasteland pointlessly, and that unlucky sentry... he and several other sentries happened to be nearby," Bertila Shaking his head, "The key issue now is that it seems that Cecil has not developed as we expected. They have become an uncontrollable factor..."
"Uncontrollable..."< /p>
Heaton muttered softly, then let out a contemptuous laugh.
He came to the nearest pillar and waved his hand to activate the biomass shell of the pillar -
"They are just a bunch of mortals who can fight with the help of magic items, 'gods' How can a few explosive props resist it!"
The dark red biomass squirmed violently, and instantly shrank back toward the roof and ground like frightened magic vines. After the creepy "shell" receded, the scene inside the column also appeared in front of Bertila -
A mutated humanoid creature was floating quietly in a translucent tubular container. It was almost as tall as Reaching twice the size of a human being, it has dark skin and thick and swollen joints. Countless crystal cluster-like growths cover the surface of its limbs. Subtle energy sparks are constantly flowing between those crystal clusters, showing This giant not only has a powerful body, but also has extraordinary magical power.
Hiton looked up at the ferocious mutated giant with a smile on his face: "Nothing is more powerful than great evolution, Master Bertila, don't you think so?"
Bertila JingHe looked at the "god" in the tubular container quietly, with a calm expression on his face: "Stop your enthusiasm, no one understands the great evolution better than me - you'd better close the biomass before this mutant wakes up and loses control. "Bang, you know, it took a lot of good corpses to activate these first batch of divine evils."
After saying this, the female dean ignored Heaton and walked towards him. End of the hall.
She came to the huge crack at the end of the hall and stared at the vast space outside the crack.
A wide underground rift valley stretches across the field of vision. Huge ropeways, bridges and natural stone beams connect the cliffs on both sides of the rift valley. On those dizzying bridges, countless zombie-like figures are walking. Staggering forward under the supervision of church overseers wearing heavy protective gear.
At the bottom of the rift valley, there is a "blood river" filled with red light. Countless thick chains crisscross above the blood river, fixing an indescribable mass of flesh and blood, steaming in the blood river. In the hot air, the mass of flesh and blood beat like a heart, and each beat was more powerful than the last beat.
This is the abyss of flesh and blood.
The entire underground palace is built on the top of the rift valley of the flesh and blood abyss.
Those walking corpse-like figures are slaves, victims captured from various places - most of them are poor people, and a small number of them are wandering warriors and mercenaries with insufficient strength.
In this era, it is not difficult to secretly capture some civilians from various noble territories to serve as slaves. Especially in times of famine and war, missing some poor people will not attract anyone's attention at all.
But now the situation has changed slightly: the Cecil Principality has risen at an alarming speed. They have actually created a complex and strict surveillance system. Even the disappearance of a civilian will attract security personnel. , and the increasing number of magic surveillance devices in the Cecil Principality has made unauthorized spellcasting extremely dangerous. Recently, it has become almost impossible to arrest people from the southern border.
But slaves captured from outside the southern border can still meet the needs of the Abyss of Flesh and Blood - the Ansu Civil War not only brought enough flesh and blood, but also brought enough slaves.
Bertila stared at the slaves stumbling forward on the passage, and then her eyes passed over the victims who were destined to die and landed on the mass of flesh and blood fixed with chains at the bottom of the rift valley.
With the nourishment of a large amount of human biomass and the combination of a large amount of "godly evil" factors, the mass of flesh and blood tissue has become increasingly mature.
The moment when the "body of the false god" wakes up is just around the corner.