13 Mink Street

"Where are the leftovers from last night?"

Marvalho came out of the kitchen and asked Gaspol, who was sitting in the living room working.

Gaspor replied without looking up, "I was hungry when I was working in the middle of the night, so I ate it."

"Eat all?"

"Um."

"No, won't you give me some left?"

"Sorry, I didn't think about it." Gaspol raised his head and looked at Marvalho, "I'm not used to living with a roommate."

She replied very sincerely, meaning that I didn't mean to ignore your existence on purpose, but I haven't learned how not to ignore you.

Marvalho walked to the coffee table. There were two trash cans under the coffee table, which were full of pig's and chicken's feet. Xili made lo mei for them last night.

Seeing this, Marvalho bent down and began to pick up the trash can.

Gaspar's expression became a little unnatural, and he said, "Sorry..."

"It's okay, I know you haven't gotten used to cleaning by yourself."

"No, I will, I just want to finish my work first."

"But work needs a good environment. Do you like working in a garbage dump?"

"of course not."

Lord Shenzi took care of the trash bins. The reason why he didn’t need servants when he lived here was because he had taken care of his grandfather when he traveled abroad, so he had the basic ability to take care of himself. At least, he wouldn’t let himself live in a “pigsty.” "inside.

But apparently, her fiancée is not.

Gaspol is a little uncomfortable with the situation at this time. She is a workaholic, she dislikes but has to accept this marriage, these are all true, but she is not a severe autistic patient like Philomena after all, She is socially capable, so she knows that this situation is wrong.

Lord Shenzi said: "Well, from now on, I will be responsible for cleaning the house once a day, and the housework...should not be too much, I will take care of it all."

"What about me, what do I need to do?"

"You cherish a little bit, and you don't need to do the rest. Oh, and, if there is anything delicious, remember to leave some for me when you are eating."

There was no emotional factor in Marvalho's decision. It was purely God's son himself, who had a little bit of cleanliness.

"I see, so, don't you want a servant?"

"I still don't plan to look for it. I have eaten the meal made by the maid in Karen. I don't think I can eat other people's food. You may not know that in Wien, the judgment of a person's cooking skills lies in his use of miso To the extent of poisoning food."

"The dishes she cooks are really delicious." Gaspor admitted, "But she is Karen's maid. Although we will live very close after we move, it seems a little inappropriate to always use other people's maids."

"It's okay, just have a thick skin." Marvalho pinched his face, "It seems that you don't need to be too polite between friends."

"OK."

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to the headquarters building later to make basic preparations before the research."

"Go ahead."

Marvalho stood still.

Gaspar looked up again, looking at him suspiciously.

"I have seen it in movies and novels. If it is a husband and wife relationship, when the husband goes out, the wife should at least give it away."

"It's at home," Gaspole said.

"Okay, I know this is at home, but don't you plan to rehearse it, otherwise, how can we ensure our acting skills outside?"

Gaspar got up, went to the door, opened it, and looked at Marvalho.

Marvalho nodded with a smile, and said, "Honey, I'll go..."

"vomit!!!"

Originally, Marvalho was planning to make a joke, but when he just changed the trash can, he discovered that this workaholic fiancée, who was cold on the surface, actually had a little sensitivity in his heart.

It looks like a ferocious female falcon, but it is actually very intelligent.

Well, since you asked me to hold the syringe, I'll use it as a squirt gun to get water in your face.

But it was only half of the naughty, and he bent over and retched violently. No matter how you look at it, this is beyond the level of a joke. It's more like I'm so sick that I want to vomit when I call you "dear".

It's just that Gaspol was no ordinary woman, and she immediately noticed a golden mark flashing between Marvalho's eyebrows.

"What's wrong?"

At this moment, she naturally supported her fiancé. After all, loyal followers of Order would definitely protect the church's "precious assets."

"vomit………"

Marvalho was still retching, then he suddenly looked up in one direction, panting and said:

"Dirty...dirty...dirty divine pollution..."

…

"Wow woof woof!!!"

Kevin jumped up and down, screaming more and more fiercely.

If it is anthropomorphic, it is like a person stomping his feet and shouting repeatedly: "No! No! No!"

Shili, who had taken the leash and was about to take the children and pets home, was pulled by Kevin and fell to the ground.

Xiao Kangna stepped forward, grabbed the leash with one hand, and stood still.

And the big golden retriever circled around Xiao Kangna while barking, like a clock hand.

Pu'er lay on little Kangna's head, looked at the mad Kevin, and asked, "Kangna, did you notice anything?"

Little Connor shook her head.

"Then it seems that there is still a lot of room for excavation in your rebellious dragon god inheritance, meow."

…

Ankara Hotel, Room.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Sarayina was holding the sofa with both hands, her expression twisted and painful, and another woman's shadow appeared in her eyes.

"what happened?"

The Son of God of the Moon God Sect asked.

She didn't understand why the "Ankara" that was sealed in her body would suddenly revive after everything was fine.

Immediately afterwards, it was still Saraina herself who answered in another tone:

"Pollution... the pollution of divinity..."

"Is it the function of the artifact?"

"No, it's much more serious than that."

"what is going on?"

"I don't know, I only sense the pollution of divinity, it is brewing, it is about to be born, and it is likely to get out of control."

"What is the price of losing control?"

"A natural disaster."

Sarayina gritted her teeth and cursed: "It's okay, those dogs from the Order of God should be able to handle it!"

…

In an ordinary hotel on the outskirts of York, Millie was lying in a room full of wine bottles.

She, who was originally drunk, suddenly curled up and began to vomit, and piles of filth were spit out, and a strong sour smell immediately filled the room.

"ah……"

Mi Liwen got up, stumbled to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and began to collect water to slap her face vigorously.

During the siege, Neo made an exception and allowed her to leave, but she did not choose to return directly to the sea of ​​abyss, but continued to stay and cut off the connection between herself and the god religion.

If it weren't for the fact that she was a noble son of God, it is very likely that the Abyssal God Sect would have judged her to be a traitor.

Although, she has done things that are no different from mutiny.

She was very confused, she didn't know where she should go, and used a special method to suppress her will so that alcohol could successfully paralyze herself.

But now, the intense nausea was tormenting her crazily.

She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror, whose hair was also wet, and a stream of nosebleeds began to overflow.

"What the hell is it... so disgusting..."

…

Outside the cave, the arrival of the garrison knights has completely controlled the place, and the identities of the Whip of Order and the staff of the Regional Management Office have also been fully revealed, so the priests of order who are in charge of security at the entrance of the cave all chose the inside with a cooperative attitude. receive.

They did not give up their defenses to let outsiders in, but they would never take the initiative to attack.

In fact, the people on the periphery didn't mean to force their way in at all.

Bishop Delong led his staff to arrange formations in succession. At the beginning, they were all basic defensive formations, but for the arrangers, the direction was reversed.

Then, as Bishop Delong used a traction formation to drive a series of formations previously arranged, the formations quickly formed an echo. From the outside, it seemed that circles of rainbow-colored bubbles appeared, Completely wrap the hole position.

This is not over yet, with the rapid operation of the Rubik's Cube key and the joint efforts of all the formation masters around him, Bishop Delong uttered a long groan:

"Forbidden Throne of Order!"

The next moment, the phantom of the Throne of Order appeared above the sky, bringing an extremely terrifying oppressive force. Although it was only floating now, it could really fall down at any time.

On the way of continuously setting up the array, almost all the array mages took the spiritual potion twice, even Bishop Delong himself was no exception, so after everything was completed, except for a small number of array mages who continued to be responsible for maintaining the operation of the array, most of them The array mages all began to sit down and rest through meditation.

Although the old man was a little sluggish, he still deliberately turned his head to look at his grandson.

It was obvious that his grandson stood side by side with the chief.

Karen also smiled back at the right time and nodded, showing his admiration for the old man.

After the old man turned his head and continued to maintain the formation with satisfaction, Karen responded to what Bourne said to himself just now:

"You already knew that too, didn't you?"

"Not only did I know it for a long time, but I also helped in the preliminary experiment." Bourne did not shy away from his dark history, because he was "black" before.

"So, our actions are also arranged?"

"Yes, we were notified in advance because we were afraid that we would miss things, delay the progress of the experiment, and cause psychological pressure to the experimenters, so we were urgently notified at the last critical moment to come and block them."

"What about those people in the lab, aren't you afraid to give them psychological pressure now?"

"The final experiment is just the last step, not to mention that it is only our internal personnel sent to seal and control, even if foreign teachers attack in now, they will bite the bullet and hurry up to complete the experiment.

The Sect of Principles who participated in this experiment and the people in our church have the purity and fanaticism of scientists, that is, the kind of meaning that they would rather die in order to finally see the results of the experiment, do you understand? "

"I see."

"Yeah." Bourne twisted his neck slightly, "However, I really hate this special independent department. When the leadership is not clear, it is easy for our lower districts to not know how to cooperate, or even know how to cooperate. How to give them a full account of the wrong things they did."

"It's unavoidable."

"It's much better now than before. I believe that the high priest will improve this problem in a short time."

Although Bourne has never made it clear, Karen is clear that he is a supporter of the high priest, because the two of them are very similar in their behavior.

Karen couldn't help but think of Mr. Luther again. He told Neo earlier that he could indeed try to do something, but he was afraid that things would be completely ruined by his intervention.

Now, he doesn't have to think about it anymore, because he is already on the front line against things going bad.

but,

Now even Karen himself doesn't know whether he wants this crazy experiment to succeed or fail.

...

"Our efforts today will never be in vain, and our cry today will never dissipate. We must strive for a society of true equality and equal rights for ourselves and for our future generations!

My dear comrades-in-arms, now is the time for us to move forward. We must show our true spirit to Wayne and the imperial government. We must let everyone know that the difference in hair color is really just the hair color. the difference!

We are human beings, we live under the same blue sky, we live in the same city, we..."

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out.

The steel ball shot by the shotgun hit Mr. Luther who was giving a passionate speech on the stage.

There was nothing unusual about Mr. Luther at first, he still stood there, as if he hadn't expected what happened, until he lowered his head and looked at his chest.

Immediately, his body began to stagger, then fell to a sitting position, and finally fell to the ground.

"Mr. Luther!"

"Mr. Luther!"

At first, everyone was stunned by the gunshots. After Mr. Luther fell, the supporters around him realized what happened. The leader they were following fell down like this?

"He's an assassin!"

"Don't let him go!"

The two purple-haired men grabbed the assassin and called on the surrounding people to attack the assassin together. Everyone rushed over to punch and kick. The two purple-haired men who shouted at the beginning pulled out their daggers and stabbed the assassin continuously.

After other angry supporters around took their place, they began to move to the periphery, with much of the purple paint rubbed off their hair due to the previous squeeze.

After completing the task, they threw the dagger into the trash can and sank into the alley.

The reporters around began to frantically capture the madness of the scene. They also wanted to take a picture of Mr. Luther's condition after being shot, but they couldn't squeeze in at all.

The supporters are already crazy, they are shouting, they are crying, Mr. Luther is their hope.

Other people on the stage were about to help Mr. Luther up and send him to the hospital. Through the gaps in the crowd, one could see that Mr. Luther was being lifted up, his hands dangling feebly by his side.

"Where is the ambulance! Did you call, where is the ambulance!"

"The ambulance said it couldn't get in because our parade road was blocked."

"Damn it, our parade will not completely block the traffic. This is Mr. Luther's order. How can the ambulance not come in!"

"Where is the police car, did you call the police?"

"The police say it's not their time to come forward."

"Mr. Luther has no heartbeat, no heartbeat!"

The news of the assassination of the purple-haired equal rights leader Mr. Luther, along with telephone calls and telegrams, began to spread to the whole of Wien with the city of York as the center. It had already been prepared to respond, and it was going to be held in all the cities of Wien. Activities, soon one after another crying.

When hope is lost, people will become angry. Soon, smashing and looting activities to vent anger began to appear sporadically. Everyone knows that once the firewood of anger is ignited, it will be difficult to extinguish it. Wayne will usher in the most intense stage of racial friction.

...

"here we go!"

The altar in the cave began to run at ten times the previous speed. There was an opening in the middle of it, and a raised platform was lifted from it. There was a bubble on the platform, and a baby was conceived in the bubble.

The "baby" here refers to the state of life, a process from nothing to something.

The baby's hair is purple and the neck is red;

His face was ferocious, but at this moment, it began to gradually change. If someone familiar with Mr. Luther stood here, he could find that the baby's face began to transform into Mr. Luther.

"Wow!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Praise the God of Order!"

"Praise the God of Principle!"

Everyone in the laboratory began to cheer.

From the current point of view, the experiment has already had a successful start, because they have received the mysterious and elusive power.

at the command seat.

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Yes, would you like a drink?"

"good."

"I brought a bottle of... well, what's going on?"

A rough skin gradually appeared on the baby's skin, with black folds, like black pigskin.

And the baby's eyes slowly opened at this time.

The power of the altar and the power of the artifact began to process and suppress the baby's changes.

But suddenly, the baby's lips began to move slightly, as if speaking, at first it was very weak, and there was an altar as a barrier, so no one could hear it.

But soon, as the frequency of the baby's lips trembling became faster and faster, a sound of "Xixisuosuo" continued to come out.

The voice changed from weak to strong. It was only heard on the altar before, but before you knew it, it suddenly appeared in the ears of all the personnel in the laboratory, like a baby lying on your shoulder and whispering to your ear.

In the huge laboratory, other sounds seemed to disappear completely at this moment, only the voice of the baby remained.

Everyone was motionless, including the two commanders on the podium.

I don't know how long it has been,

finally,

The first person began to collapse, knelt down, scratched his face with his fingernails, and tore the skin off;

Next, someone began to tear his tongue, tearing off his tongue abruptly;

Someone used his hands to forcibly gouged out his own eyeballs;

Everyone used an extremely quiet state, as if they felt no pain, and began to harm themselves collectively.

They were originally high-ranking priests, and those who could enter this laboratory to participate in this project were related elites from the two religions, but now, a truly weird and bloody scene is being staged.

Obviously, all the precautions had been taken in advance, and three artifacts were dispatched, and the rest of the arrangements were extravagant, but these seemed to have no effect at all.

The deputy commander-in-chief of the Sect of Principle God is constantly tearing out his intestines from his stomach. He has lost most of his thinking ability now, but only a sentence from the teacher's notes that he once read in his mind emerges in his mind:

"Because this is an era where the gods do not come out, the lamb also tries to sit on the vacant dining table."

The deputy commander-in-chief continued to pull his intestines, while looking at the horrific scene below, he opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound:

The lamb has forgotten what kind of status change it means when they are put on the table.

...

"hiss……"

Karen took a deep breath, and subconsciously put one hand against his forehead, with a painful expression on his face.

Seeing this, Chief Bourne next to him asked, "Uncomfortable?"

Karen shook his head and said, "It's okay, the old injury will recur, and it will be fine after a while of training."

"Do more checkups, you are still young, don't leave the root cause of the disease, otherwise it will be detrimental to your future development."

"Thanks, I know."

Unbeknownst to Karen, at this moment, all the Sons of God within York City felt a wave of sincere nausea.

he is not disgusting,

he is hungry

Inexplicably, the hunger addiction began to affect at this time, and the strong hunger made Karen lose his composure.

Seeing this, Alfred immediately took out a Thunder cigarette, first handed one to Bourne, who took it, Alfred helped the chief light it, and then handed one to his young master.

After taking a sip, Karen's symptoms were slightly relieved.

In the smoke, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the hole.

Suddenly, some of the Priests of Order who were defending at the entrance of the cave suddenly fell to their knees, without shouting or screaming, but calmly began to cut off their ears or saw their palms with the weapons in their hands. and soles.

This sudden change stunned the partners around them.

Some people stepped forward to investigate, while others were a little more flexible and began to instinctively flee to the outside.

"Bah!" Bourne immediately spat out the cigarette in his mouth and shouted, "Deron, open the seal!"

Delong immediately raised the Rubik's Cube, and all the formation masters who were resting got up, and together they turned on all the formation modes to the highest level. The throne of order above was directly pushed down, forming a desperate black locked cage.

The priests of order inside wanted to come out, but found that they were completely blocked and couldn't get out at all. They could only kneel down one by one, and began to self-mutilate in various ways.

The survivors began to make desperate pleas and cries, and they already felt that there was an invisible demon behind them calling their names one by one.

But the seal has been opened, and the cave has been isolated from the outside world.

It is impossible to open it for them alone to take them out, because if it accidentally overflows, it will be a terrible natural disaster that will destroy the entire city of York.

On the periphery, all the subsequent priests of order looked at the terrifying scene inside with amazement, and even the well-trained garrison knights showed panic and fear in their eyes.

They will not be afraid of the terrifying enemies in reality, even if they know they are dead, they will not hesitate to launch a charge that regards death as home.

But the scene in front of them has exceeded their cognition. This is not a fight, but a game.

Bourne sighed: "You are in charge of blocking the news, and I will report to the higher authorities that the experiment failed because..."

Karen took another puff of cigarette, suppressed the hunger in his body, and answered in a serious tone:

"Divine pollution broke out."