Chapter 578 Twisted Bottom

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In the dark and deep underground palace, the humming of magic power suddenly broke the silence in the air.

The stable magic power was injected into the crystal, and the magic spar lamps inlaid on 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 seem to be a mixture of flesh and plants. The surfaces of those pillars are bumpy, and the hollow gaps seem to flow with ribbons. With dark red shimmering blood, vines or blood vessel-like "biomass cords" grow from the tops and roots of the pillars, meandering into the rune matrix on the roof and ground, and on the walls 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. They are soaked in the thin reddish biomass solution, like the eggs of demons in their sleep, wriggling and shrinking unconsciously.

At the end of the hall, there is a huge crack - it is not a wall, but it seems to be the opening of some kind of underground rift. Outside the crack, there is a vaguely vast space shrouded in dim red light.

A burst of footsteps came from far and near, and a tall and thin figure wearing a black burqa walked into the hall.

He walked unhurriedly through the "pillars" that were shaking slightly, his eyes swept across the surface of each pillar, he patiently and meticulously checked the status of these "embryo containers", and a hoarse and low voice came from under the hood ——

"Okay, it's so good... It grows so fast... I really didn't waste the biomass I prepared for you..."

A cold female voice suddenly came from not far away, interrupting the black-robed man's self-talk: "Heaton, you really get sicker when you are with these embryos."

The man in black robe didn't turn his head back: "Bertiera, have you even forgotten the etiquette of knocking on the door?"

With the sound of the roots moving on the slate floor, Bertila, who was wearing a green priest's robe, half-human and half-tree, came out of the shadows 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 robe turned around, took off the hood on his head, revealing a pale and shriveled face, he looked at Bertila coldly: "When cultivating the first batch of embryos of gods, you didn't say that they are terrifying Sick."

"It's disgusting that you decorate the hall with the aesthetics, not these embryos," Bertiera frowned at the neatly arranged "pillars" and the crystal containers embedded in the walls on both sides, "you just Couldn't there be some less disgusting way to design these biomass sacs and artificial eggshells? Or at least wrap them in something... You're more of a rancid slaughterhouse than a state-of-the-art laboratory."

"It's a shame you can't understand the beauty of the art of flesh and blood, but I do," Heaton sneered casually, "if you spent more time in the abyss of flesh and blood, you would surely understand what is in these most primitive biological tissues. The beauty it contains..."

Bertiera directly interrupted Heaton's slightly neurotic speech: "Enough, I'm not interested in knowing what kind of twisted and bizarre knowledge the 'God' has stuffed into you when it whispers in your head, I'm just here to understand the evil of the gods. The growth of the embryos - the Grand Master needs to confirm whether the gods and evil factors in these embryos have been successfully activated, and the effect of the false god's body on them needs to be confirmed."

Heaton grinned, and an ugly smile appeared on his gloomy face: "Of course, as you can see, there is a lot of life here - the evil factor in human genetics has been inherited for hundreds of years,

It is still vigorously present in every human being, as long as it is induced by appropriate mutation, everyone is a gods... We should thank our compatriots in the wasteland, the data they recently provided are timely and effective, and all embryos are moving towards expected direction of development. "

Bertiera nodded, walked unhurriedly to a "pillar", stretched out his hand and felt the slight trembling and temperature in the depths of the "pillar". These seemingly stationary columns are alive, and she can feel the regular pulsation hidden under the rough outer skin, which is stable and powerful like the beating of a heart.

...is this the future of mortals, so unbearable...

For a moment, this extremely short question flashed through Bertila's mind, but in the next second, she refreshed and reset the brain tissue and the corresponding hormones that produced the question - this superficial question could not come from her. For herself, most of the thoughts left by an assimilated phagocytosis are trying to influence her judgment. It is not the first time that something like this has happened.

She didn't care about it.

"Very good, the Grand Master will be satisfied," Bertila nodded slightly, "to ensure that these special 'starting' gods enter the maturity stage as soon as possible, this is an order from the Grand Master."

Heaton stared at Bertila with cold eyes from behind, and he was slightly annoyed at the woman's arrogant attitude, and because she was so arrogant in front of him in the name of the Grand Master, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Bertila is the most senior leader of the Society for the End of All Things. This seemingly human woman has extended her lifespan for seven centuries with forbidden spells - relying on devouring and absorbing other life forms. She is still nominally at the level of "Master", but in fact, her status is between the Master and the Grand Master.

Only she can walk through the deepest corridor of the underground palace unscathed, and stay for a long time in the secret room of the Grand Master, the whispers of the vicious gods will not drive her crazy, and staring at the flesh of the gods will not contaminate her. Soul, this incredible ability makes her place in the Order unshakable.

Heaton thought maliciously that perhaps the secret of Bertila's defense against divine infestation in the depths of the underground palace was that she had been twisted into a monster, or that she had been a monster from the very beginning, her soul and flesh had rotted, Mutation, but her monster just twisted into the appearance of a human.

Bertiera turned her back to Heaton and said without looking back: "Master Heaton, I don't mind you looking at me rudely, but you've been staring for too long."

Heaton just snorted back.

Bertiera didn't care, she just turned around and said unhurriedly: "I don't know if you got the news - the Ansu people have already started to repair the barrier, and Gawain Cecil... ... went to the South personally."

"I heard that Gawain Cecil actually found a way in the Dark Mountains and drove directly into the Black Forest," Heaton said casually, "but our sentry did not bring back any more news."

"Several sentinels died unexpectedly, and the remaining sentries dared not approach any further," Bertila looked into Heaton's eyes, "and one sentinel back with an almost hysterical report—he called the Cecilians lunatics And the devil, don't you think it's funny?"

"...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 him?"

"The Cecils are using powerful magical devices at will, they are even using them to bomb the wasteland for no reason, and that hapless Sentinel... he and a few other Sentinels are right there. Nearby," Bertila shook his head, "the key problem 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 softly, then let out a contemptuous laugh.

He came to the nearest pillar and waved his hand to activate the pillar's biomass shell—

"It's just a bunch of mortals who can fight with the help of magic props. The power of 'God's Sin' can't be resisted by a few explosive props!!"

The dark red biomass squirmed violently, and instantly shrank back toward the roof and ground like a frightened vine vine, and after the creepy "shell" receded, the scene inside the column also appeared in front of Bertila— —

A mutated humanoid floats silently in a translucent tubular container, almost twice as tall as a human, with dark skin and swollen joints, and numerous crystalline clusters of growths covering the surface of its limbs , subtle energy sparks kept flowing between those crystal clusters, showing that this giant not only possessed a powerful body, but also possessed extraordinary magical power.

Heaton looked up at the terrifying mutant giant with a smile on his face: "Nothing is stronger than a great evolution, Master Bertiera, don't you think so?"

Bertila quietly looked at the "God's Sin" in the tube-shaped container, her face was calm: "Come on, let go of your fanaticism, no one knows the great evolution better than me - you'd better wake up out of control in this mutant. Before closing the biomass capsule, you must know that activating the first batch of gods will cost a lot of good corpses."

After saying this, the headmistress ignored Heaton and walked towards the end of the hall.

She came to the huge chasm at the end of the hall and stared at the vast space beyond the chasm.

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. Stumbling forward under the watchful eye of the worker.

At the bottom of the rift valley, there is a "Blood River" filled with crimson light. Countless thick chains criss-cross above the Blood River, fixing an indescribable mass of flesh and blood. It was beating like a heart, and each beating was stronger and stronger than the last.

This is the abyss of flesh and blood.

The entire underground palace is built on the top of the rift valley of the abyss of flesh and blood.

Those walking corpses were slaves, victims caught from all over the place - most of them were poor people, and a few were wandering warriors and mercenaries with poor 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 created a complex and strict monitoring system. Even the disappearance of a civilian will attract security personnel. More and more magic monitoring devices have also made unauthorized spellcasting extremely dangerous. Recently, it has become almost impossible to arrest people from the south.

But the slaves captured from outside the southern border can still meet the needs of the Abyss of Flesh - this civil war in Ansu brought not only enough flesh and blood, but also enough slaves.

Bertila watched the slaves staggering along the passage, then her gaze passed over the doomed victims to the chained mass of flesh at the bottom of the rift.

Under the nourishment of a large amount of human biomass and the combination of a large number of "sacred" factors, the flesh and blood tissue has become more and more mature.

The moment when the "body of a false god" wakes up is just around the corner.