In the dark and deep underground palace, the humming of magic power suddenly broke the silence in the air.
Stable magic power was injected into the crystal, and the magic spar lamps embedded on the walls lit up one by one, illuminating a vast hall space.
The floor of the hall is covered with shimmering runes and lines of magic power, and there are countless pillars that seem to be a mixture of flesh and plants standing on both sides of the hall. With dark red shimmering blood, vines or blood vessel-like "biological cords" grow from the tops and roots of the pillars, meandering and extending into the rune matrix on the roof and the ground, and on the walls behind these pillars , Rows of crystal ball-like transparent containers are neatly embedded on the dark red wall.
In those crystal balls, there are creepy biological tissues floating. They are soaked in the thin reddish biomass solution, wriggling, expanding and contracting unconsciously like devil's eggs in sleep.
And at the end of the hall, there is a huge gap. It is not a wall, but it seems to be the opening of some kind of underground rift. Outside the gap, there is a vast space shrouded in dim red light.
A sound of footsteps came from far and near, and a tall and thin figure in a black burqa walked into the hall.
He walked unhurriedly through those "pillars" that were trembling slightly, his eyes swept across the surface of each pillar, he patiently and meticulously checked the status of these "embryo containers", a hoarse and deep voice came from under the hood
"Yeah, that's great... grows so fast... I really didn't waste all the biomass I prepared for you..."
A cold female voice suddenly came from not far away, interrupting the black-robed man's self-talk: "Heathon, when you are with these embryos, you really feel more and more disgusting."
The man in black didn't turn his head back: "Bertila, have you even forgotten the courtesy of knocking on the door?"
Accompanied by the rubbing sound of roots moving on the slate floor, Bertila, who was half-human and half-tree wearing a green priest's robe, came out of the shadow at the entrance of the hall. She glanced at Heaton not far away: " It's a pity that your disgusting hall has no doors at all."
The man in black turned around and took off the hood on his head, revealing a pale and shriveled face. He looked at Bertila coldly: "When you cultivated the first batch of god-evil embryos, you didn't say that they were disgusting." Nausea."
"What's disgusting is your aesthetics when decorating the hall, not these embryos," Bertila frowned and looked at the neatly arranged "pillars" and the crystal containers embedded on the walls on both sides, "you just Can't there be some less disgusting way to engineer these biomass sacs and artificial egg shells? Or at least wrap them in something... You're looking like a rotten slaughterhouse here instead of a state-of-the-art laboratory."
"It's a pity that you can't understand the beauty of flesh and blood art, but I am willing to understand," Heaton sneered casually, "If you stay in the abyss of flesh and blood for a few more days, you must also understand the beauty of these most primitive biological tissues. The beauty of the…”
Bertila directly interrupted Heaton's slightly neurotic speech: "Enough, I'm not interested in knowing what twisted and bizarre knowledge the 'gods' stuffed into you when they whispered in your head, I just came to understand the evil The grand master of the growth of the embryos needs to confirm whether the evil factors in these embryos have been successfully activated, and needs to confirm the effect of the body of the false god on them."
Heaton grinned, and an ugly smile appeared on his gloomy face: "Of course, as you can see, the godly evil factor in the vigorous human genetic factors here has been inherited for hundreds of years, and it still exists vigorously in every day. In a human body, as long as it undergoes appropriate mutation induction, everyone is a god... We should thank our compatriots in the wasteland, the data they recently provided were timely and effective, and all embryos are developing in the expected direction."
Bertila nodded, and walked unhurriedly to a "pillar", stretching out his hand to feel the slight trembling and temperature deep in the "pillar". These seemingly stationary columns are all alive, and she can feel the regular pulsation hidden under the rough skin, just like the beating of a heart, stable and powerful.
... Is this the future of mortals? It's so unbearable...
For a moment, this extremely brief question flashed in Bertila's mind, but in the next second, she refreshed and reset the brain tissue and corresponding hormones that produced this question. This superficial question cannot come from herself. It was probably the remaining thoughts of an assimilated phagosome trying to influence her judgment, and this was not the first time something like this had happened.
She doesn't care about that.
"Very well, the Grand Priest will be satisfied," Bertila nodded slightly, "It is an order from the Grand Priest to ensure that these special 'initial' abominations enter the maturity stage as soon as possible."
Heaton stared at Bertila with cold eyes from behind, and he was slightly annoyed in his heart, annoyed at this woman's arrogant attitude, annoyed that she was so arrogant in front of him in the name of Grand Priest, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Bertila is the most experienced patriarch in the Death of All Things Society. This seemingly human woman prolongs her lifespan by seven centuries by devouring and absorbing other life forms with forbidden magic. She is still in the rank of "Master" in name, but in reality, her status is between the dean and the grand dean.
Only she can walk through the long corridor in the deepest part of the underground palace unscathed, and stay in the secret room of the Grand Priest for a long time. The whispers of the vicious gods will not drive her crazy, and looking directly at the flesh and blood of the gods will not contaminate her body. Soul, this incredible ability makes her position in the order unshakable.
Heaton thought maliciously that perhaps the secret of Bertila's resistance to the divine influence in the depths of the underground palace was that she had been distorted into a monster, or she had been a monster from the beginning, her soul and flesh and blood had rotted, Mutated, but her monster just happened to be distorted into a human appearance.
Beltira turned her back to Heaton and said without turning her head: "Master Heaton, I don't mind if you stare at me with disrespectful eyes, but you stared at me for too long."
Heaton just responded with a cold snort.
Bertila didn't care, she just turned around and said unhurriedly: "I don't know if you got the news that the Anzu people have already started to repair that barrier, and Gawain Cecil... went there in person to the South."
"I heard that that Gawain Cecil actually found a way in the dark mountains and drove directly into the Black Forest," Heaton said casually, "but our sentry didn't bring any more news."
"Several sentries died unexpectedly, and the rest of the sentries did not dare to approach any further," Bertila looked into Heaton's eyes, "One of the sentries sent back a report that was almost hysterical. He called the Cecilians a lunatic and a demon. , 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 sentinel has lost his mind. What happened to him?"
"The Cecilians are using powerful magical devices at will to colonize their territory, and they are even using them pointlessly to bomb the wasteland, and the hapless Sentinel... he and a few other Sentinels happen to be in the vicinity "Bertera shook his head, "The key issue now is that it seems that Cecil has not developed as we expected, and they have become an uncontrollable factor..."
"Can not control… "
Heaton muttered something softly, and then let out a contemptuous laugh.
He came to the nearest column and activated the biomass shell of the column with a wave
"It's just a group of mortals who can only fight with the help of magic props. How can the power of 'God' be resisted by a few explosive props!!"
The dark red biomass squirmed violently, and instantly shrank back towards the roof and the ground like frightened magic vines. After the creepy "shell" receded, the scene inside the column was also presented in front of Bertila
A mutated humanoid creature floats quietly in a translucent tubular container, its height is almost twice that of a human, it has dark skin and thickly swollen joints, and countless growths like crystal clusters cover the surface of its limbs , subtle energy sparks flowed non-stop between those crystal clusters, showing that this giant not only had a powerful body, but also possessed extraordinary magical power.
Heaton looked up at the hideous and terrifying mutant giant, with a smile on his face: "There is nothing stronger than great evolution, Master Beltera, don't you think so?"
Bertila quietly looked at the "Abominable" in the tubular container, with a calm expression on his face: "Shut down your fanaticism, no one understands great evolution better than me, you'd better close it before this mutant wakes up and loses control Biomass sacs, you know, it took a lot of good corpses to activate the first batch of abominations."
After saying this, the headmistress ignored Heaton and walked towards the end of the hall.
She came to the huge gap at the end of the hall and gazed out into the vast space beyond.
A wide underground rift lies in the field of vision. Huge cableways, bridges and natural stone beams connect the cliffs on both sides of the rift. On those dizzying bridges, countless walking dead figures are wearing heavy protective gear. Staggering forward under the supervision of workers.
At the bottom of the rift, there is the "Blood River" filled with crimson light. Countless thick chains crisscross above the blood river, fixing an indescribable mass of flesh and blood. In the steaming heat of the blood river, the mass of flesh and blood It beats like a heart, and each beat is stronger than the last one.
This is the abyss of flesh and blood.
The entire underground palace was built on the top of this flesh and blood rift.
Those walking corpse-like figures are slaves, victims captured from various places, most of them are poor people, and a small part are wandering warriors and mercenaries with weak strength.
In this era, it is not difficult to secretly capture some civilians from various noble territories to serve as slaves, especially in the event of famine and war, the disappearance of some poor people will not attract anyone's attention at all.
But now the situation has changed slightly: the Principality of Cecil has risen at an astonishing speed, and they have built a complex and strict monitoring system. Even the disappearance of a civilian will attract security personnel. More and more magical monitoring devices have also made unauthorized spellcasting extremely dangerous. Recently, it has become almost impossible to catch people from the southern border.
However, the slaves captured from outside the southern border can still meet the needs of the Abyss of Flesh. The Ansu civil war not only brought enough flesh and blood, but also enough slaves.
Bertila watched the slaves staggering down the passage, then she looked past the doomed victims to the mass of chained flesh at the bottom of the chasm.
Under the nourishment of a large amount of human biomass, and under the combination of a large number of "sinister" factors, the mass of flesh and blood tissue has matured day by day.
The moment when the "body of false gods" wakes up is just around the corner.