Darkness is Coming

  The initial selection mode is to select the survivors first, and then let the ninety-nine honorable people enjoy the last three days of life.

   But later the high officials of the empire discovered that the glorious ones who knew they were going to die either gave up on themselves, overeating, consuming more food, or temporarily repented and tried to make trouble and flee.

Not supplying the honorable with sufficient food will not only reduce the credibility of the empire, but also reduce the number of volunteers who volunteer. Therefore, the senior officials of the empire changed their strategy and first let the hundred recruits live a life without worrying about food and drink for three days. Then choose the lucky one.

As long as there is a trace of luck and expectation in the heart, it will not cause trouble easily, and the combination of fear and expectation will make the caller lose their appetite. Just provide them with some small toys to divert their attention, and a lot of feed will be left. ——For senior officials of the empire, the food that feeds humans is not food, it should be fodder.

   Now three days have passed, and another batch of stupid pigs voluntarily walked into the execution ground.

   Saint Emperor's majestic gaze swept through the crowd, and finally stopped on a boy.

  Wen Yan originally intended to point out a lucky guy, but when she saw the boy's calm eyes, she suddenly changed her mind.

   "What's your name? Where do you come from?" Wen Yan pointed at the boy and asked.

   Hundreds of eyes focused on them, and other humans were both frightened and frightened. Some people urinated their pants, while others stared at the boy, wishing to devour him alive.

  The boy curtseyed and replied, "Your Majesty, my name is Bi Changsheng, and my parents brought me here from Huaxia Haikou."

   Wen Yan looked at the boy with interest and asked, "You are the calmest caller I've ever seen, why are you so calm?"

   "Your Majesty, I'm dead anyway, so I'm too lazy to think about it." The boy's expression was natural, he didn't seem to be lying.

   "Oh? You think you are unlucky and will not be selected?"

"Your Majesty, to be brought here by my stupid biological parents and forced to 'voluntarily' call me, of course my luck is very bad, but it has nothing to do with luck, it's the same whether I choose or not. Transforming into a saint, as a human, I am still dead. Transformation is just evolution? This kind of words can only be used to deceive three-year-old children, I am twelve years old this year."

  The rebellious remarks angered the black armored guards surrounding the martial arts field. One of the generals showed off his nails that were sharper than steel knives. Just waiting for a look from the Holy Emperor, he would cut the boy into eight pieces.

   However, Wen Yan was not only not angry, but was amused.

   "Then what if I tell you now, I choose you? What will you do?"

   After listening to Wen Yan's question, the boy's expression did not change, he thought about it seriously, knelt down and kowtowed and replied, "Thank you, Lord Longen, and then commit suicide."

   "Oh? Why?"

"Your Majesty, it's an honor to be a first-class citizen, but I don't want to be transformed into a saint. It would be too bad if I could still retain the thoughts of being a human being when I was transformed into a saint. My parents named me Bi Changsheng. , In fact, I want to die early, it's so tiring to live."

   "Then why are you still alive? Did someone stop you from committing suicide?"

   "I want to eat more meat." The boy answered this question without hesitation.

   Wen Yan laughed out loud, but the black armored guards outside the martial arts field were silent.

   "Then if I choose you, I will grant you the status of a first-class citizen, but I will not let you accept the transformation ceremony, but let you study in the school palace, and let you enter the court as an official when you become an adult?"

   This time, even the guards wearing black armors and helmets are a little jealous. A human being no different from a pork pig has the opportunity to enter the dynasty and become an official. It is really a blessing.

   But the boy did not immediately agree. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and asked, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, do you have any meat to eat? I don't eat human flesh, and I like beef and mutton the most."

   "Many herders in Mongolia brought cattle and sheep, and they can eat as much as they want."

   "Thank you Lord Long En!" The boy was overjoyed and banged his head.

   "Change him into clean clothes, send him to the academy, and bring the rest to glory." Wen Yan waved his hand, turned around and left.

   One of the black armored guards picked up the boy like he was pinching a chick and left, while the remaining black armored guards escorted the remaining ninety-nine callees who had been sentenced to death on foot to the slaughterhouse.

   Not only human flesh and internal organs need to be preserved, but blood and fat are also good things. In the martial arts field, it is inevitable that blood will be wasted. If the maintenance is not complete, there will be black armored guards stealing internal organs or pieces of meat, so slaughter is carried out in a human meat factory equipped with an automated assembly line.

The factory workers will distinguish the various parts of the callee's body according to their value. The first is the expensive brain, which must be properly separated and frozen in a special container, because today's saints like to eat the brains of the wicked. It is popular among princes and nobles, so the human brain is one of the most expensive luxuries in the Shengyuan Empire.

Then there is human skin, which can be made into accessories or furniture after peeling off the skin. Hair and body hair are used to extract animal protein liquid. The high-quality muscles are separated and frozen, and they are dedicated to high-level people. The inferior meat is made into steaks and sold as commodities. Internal organs such as kidneys can be made into cans, or they can be made into minced meat, and the bones are crushed and then used to stew soup.

   As for the intestines, make a snack after cleaning them.

   In this way, a complete human being is divided into various commodities, which flow into different channels and are digested by different classes of the Shengyuan Empire, and there is basically no waste.

   As for whether the slaughtering process is painless, who cares? The dead don't speak anyway.

   Humanitarianism? What the **** is that? Why do saints have things that humans don't have? Didn't the United States, which claims to be a country of justice, also watch as Mexican refugees wait to die outside William's Wall?

  To say it, that's a waste! Wouldn't it be a win-win if the United States or Mexico could trade these refugees with the Empire?

  It is a pity that there is no such transportation channel, and the hypocritical humans will not put down the so-called principles to do this kind of transaction. Without him, the empire cannot provide enough benefits for human beings to challenge the moral bottom line.

  ………………

   On the way to the council hall, Wen Yan saw Angel's worried look out of the corner of his eyes, and asked aloud, "What are you thinking about?"

  Angel replied, "I'm thinking about the deep meaning of His Majesty's forgiveness of that human being."

   "What came to mind?"

"The administrative ability of the saints is far behind that of humans, so the officials in the dynasty had to reserve some positions for humans who believed in our clan and were willing to serve the empire. But now these humans who are officials in the dynasty are either tycoons or tycoons. , or military and political elites, they will inevitably form alliances under the oppression of their saints, which means checks and balances between power and factions, which is good for the emperor, but not good for the empire, so His Majesty wants to train human officials. Humans who believe in our clan see the hope of promotion, and secondly, they will better control the officials."

  Angel gave her own analysis, and nodded slightly at the end, thinking that she was indeed a qualified crown prince.

   But he didn't want to smile.

   "You think too much, it's just fun."