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The man raised the bright scalpel and turned his head while cutting a human body into thin slices.

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Not far from the new industrial zone, there is a tall black tower with a sharpened head. The tower stands gloomily under the black smoke, and the glorious crystal structure buzzing on it is reminiscent of the endless industrial masterpieces of this era.

This is the dark temple of the god of industry.

At the top of the spire, there is a strange polyhedron embedded in it. The polyhedron is tightly protected by the surrounding black walls. Only the believers who often spend the night praying in the temple know that in the deepest night, the polyhedron will rotate and be exposed. People who see it will immediately start a mysterious and alert imagination. Their sight penetrates from the shining surface of the polyhedron and sees the rotating sphere and countless blurred and chaotic darkness.

This is a miracle. They are convinced of this.

The most devout and luckiest believers will say that they have seen the God of Industry. Some say that God is a great roaring giant, some say that God is a king in gorgeous robes, some say that God is a tall, thin man with dark skin, and most say that God is a bloated monster similar to a bat.

The gods in mythology are all bright and beautiful, but they do not feel that their words are blasphemous. Some kind of consciousness and will make them more obedient and happy. They were lying outside the steps of the temple, waiting for the Pope's call.

They also revere the Pope. Although their Pope is incredibly young, it is the Pope who spreads the glory of God to the world. Sometimes - very occasionally, someone will say that they believe in the Pope, but they will not say anything, because there is a saying that the Pope is the walker and favorer of the God of Industry in the world. Some people even secretly speculate that the Pope is the incarnation of the God of Industry.

Among the waiting believers, one of the people wrapped in dirty cloth moved around uneasily. He was exuding a stench, but fortunately no one cared about it. It was so strong that it looked like a basin full of filth had been poured on it. smell.

"Let me in! At least let me see a noble!" His hoarse and terrifying voice echoed in the night, attracting the cold stares of the guards at the temple door.

But soon, a knight wearing exquisite armor and with an obviously higher status came out.

"It's the Pope's guardian knight! He came out to call people!" The believers became excited.

The knight glanced down, and then pointed at the man wrapped in cloth quite casually.

"You come in with me."

The man said happily: "Yes, thank you! I am the worker representative of the new industrial zone, and I have something important to tell the Pope..."

The knight nodded slightly, looking a little arrogant as he just walked forward.

But only he knew that his body wrapped in armor was about to explode with joy.

A blush appeared on his handsome face, which was in sharp contrast to his restrained and cold expression.

On the surface of the muscles, the golden threads twisted playfully, bringing him supreme pleasure.

His throat squirmed, and he finally swallowed a name that shouldn't be spoken at this time.

The author has something to say: Dark skinned, thin and tall, very charming, good at and keen on fooling people——

Like Li, Ao Guanhai!

Chapter 111 Industrial Evil God (34)

The black temple is filled with a cool fragrance, but there is also a fishy smell in this fragrance that is evocative.

A pampered hand gently extinguished the candle, and the gold bracelet on the thin wrist leaned against the surface of the lamp, making a crisp "ding" sound.

The noble woman covered her yawn with her other hand and asked the man - or boy - trapped by her body: "What should I give you? How about this bracelet? This is a gift from my husband. , with his signature on it, it may become a royal treasure for future generations to remember in history.”

The young man has beautiful red hair, which is more moving than the burning candlelight, and more gorgeous than the bright red scapular on his shoulders.

His slightly cold lips brushed against the woman's calf, revealing a warm yet noble smile:

"No, these flashy jewelry will only make me look like a smug, rewarded, successful slave."

"I am the Pope." He pushed over his twisted legs, put on a gorgeous coat, and then leaned down and paused for a while next to the sad woman.

“You helped me and my church grow, now it’s my turn to help you.”

The woman deliberately bit his ear and said flirtatious words: "Then my lord the pope, my dear Allen, after your plan succeeds, will I, wearing a gold bracelet, be your slave girl?"

"Here, yes." The red-haired pope smiled warmly, "And outside, you and I will both be honored as Your Majesty."

He took the woman's hand and kissed it gently: "My current Queen, Her Majesty the Queen in the future, and my current and future little slave girl."

He walked out of the room, still smiling appropriately, and no one could see any hint of impatience or perfunctoryness on his face.

The woman, Queen Claudia, was getting dressed while sighing: "Aaron, I really can't think of a man who is better and more perfect than you in the world."

"I will continue to postpone the signing of the bill. The ministers have already drafted the bill to restore the status of theocracy under my instructions."

The loyal servant waiting at the door said softly: "Your Highness, your son, the first heir to our throne, has returned from Lorraine."

The queen didn't care: "I have no obligation to see my son who is so romantic, unless he suddenly changes his mind and wants to marry a princess."

At this time, there was a sudden noise in the corridor of the temple.

Alan frowned and opened the door, and saw Renault Crowther, who had just become his guardian knight, holding a person in his hand.

The stench coming from the man was simply disgusting.

Several new nobles who believed in the god of industry and the old nobles who came to see the Pope covered their mouths and noses, but their eyes were extremely excited.

"Did you hear what he said just now? It's unbelievable. This is a genius idea!"

"Maybe we can put down what we are doing and go back to draft a new bill."

Even the queen couldn't help but stop and quietly hid behind the door to peek.

The man saw Allen and wanted to rush over excitedly.

He shouted: "Parliament and royal power are not opposites! Constitutional monarchy! The royal family still exists and is a symbol of the country! And the parliament also has rights... Isn't everyone's conflict resolved! Everyone can get what they want!"

Alan was suddenly shocked.

The queen hiding behind the door also let out a slight cry.

Renault loosened his grip, and the dirty cloth wrapped around the man fell off.

The stench could no longer be covered, it was the disgusting smell of a corpse exposed to the sun - from a living person.

The man who claimed to be a worker's representative had legs all over his body except for his head - whether it was his arms, legs or both sides of his stomach, they were all rotten, neurotically twitching legs, and the connection between the legs and the body was naturally seamless, as if they were born.

He crawled to Allen's feet like a spider, begging in a hoarse voice: "Please listen to my request, in order to get here as quickly as possible, I killed my colleagues and installed so many legs for myself."

"Run! Keep running! Run your legs to pieces! I finally got here!"

"Your Holiness, this is an oracle, an oracle from the God of Industry! You must have received it, parliamentary constitutional monarchy!"

The God of Industry? Allen looked normal, and even condescended to help the worker up.

But he was constantly thinking in his heart. He always remembered that noble god had instructed him to confuse the queen and build and expand the church step by step. Then he was silent. Some people said that they had seen gods, but he had never seen them. He only knew that they were great people who were wise and close to humans.

And those wonderful industrial ideas - Alan actually thought they were his inspiration. He himself had doubts: Maybe he had a deep relationship with the god of industry named Nyarlathotep. Otherwise, how could he have got the box by chance.

The god of industry had not instructed him for a long time. This time, he instructed a worker and ruined his plan.

Even Alan, who was good at disguising himself, couldn't help but have a dark mood in his eyes when facing the workers who kept thanking him.

Alan dispersed the nobles who were eager to leave and said to the queen: "I will go to the palace with you."

The queen nodded excitedly and was grabbed by the arm when she passed by Renault. ↓This work is provided by ↓SiTu.com↓ for online reading↓

The queen was startled, looking at the strong body wrapped in Renault's armor.

"He is really strong - let him go with us, there will be more protection on the road." She said this, and before she knew it, a golden thread had lively penetrated under her skin.

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Lin Xingtao passed many workers who were queuing and looking gray. The workers were too tired to look up at Lin Xingtao.

But some people were attracted even if they couldn't see Lin Xingtao.

Watched by the stagnant eyes, Lin Xingtao walked into a modern white room.

There were no high-tech medical equipment, only a simple operating table and a black man who shuttled between the tables.

The man carried a sharp scalpel, walked briskly, and told the story of dwarves and elves.

He moved the knife on the human body in front of him, and soon, like a miracle, the human body was cut into countless pieces of meat from top to bottom.

The slices of meat were very thin, transparent, and still trembling slightly - the person being sliced ​​was still alive. There was no trace of blood seeping out, and the whole scene was unexpectedly clean and tidy.

There was no odor, no fragrance, and even no smell of blood.

The man turned his head and looked at Lin Xingtao, his tone was free and easy in contrast to the clean environment: "So people should inject their souls with pure, everlasting loveliness and beauty. If grown-ups want to have such beauty, they can only hold the key of time and return to the fantasy and nostalgia of childhood that is not outdated."

"Are you willing to hold the key and travel through time -" He was like an old friend who had not met for a long time, "Welcome, my friend."

He said complex and difficult words, and it is undeniable that these words are full of temptation to listen and agree, coupled with the friendly smile on his face, even the slices of meat on the operating table quieted down.

He has a dark but handsome face - this is a bit strange, because good looks are generally associated with fair skin, but he is indeed handsome, and his greatest charm does not come from that face, but from the extraordinary temperament that permeates his body.

"Come on, complete this operation with me."

The man made an inviting gesture, and Lin Xingtao walked over after a slight pause.

"Extend your hand, friend."

Lin Xingtao stretched out his hand, and the man placed the scalpel in Lin Xingtao's hand.

Lin Xingtao felt that the man's skin was dry and strong, and his fingertips were slightly cold, which matched the sharpness of the knife.

"I call this surgery the Soul Distribution Technique. It is a spell invented by the Dark Pharaoh and is used to transplant organs." The man talked eloquently.

"Are you the Dark Pharaoh?" Lin Xingtao asked abruptly, staring at the tender red meat.

The man replied kindly: "Dark Pharaoh Neferon Ka, you can call me whatever you want."

"Let us concentrate on the work at hand. Look, pick this place out gently." The man demonstrated the operation process for Lin Xingtao, like a kind and helpful elder. His fingers traced those inferior pieces of meat, his movements showing superhuman agility.

Suddenly, he paused and smiled: "Are you hungry, my friend? Your throat has been beating with uneasy music."

He raised the piece of meat to Lin Xingtao's mouth, and his attitude was not hypocritical: "Maybe you can taste the pain in this meat."

The secret keeper rolled the dice silently, but did not dare to make a sound