It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The sound in the hall was very noisy, and researchers here were talking to each other, looking at the subject on the light curtain with disdain and disgusting expression. However, even if they said that they did not look at the experimental subject in the same way as a wild animal, their eyes were still watching the experimental subject's every move with interest, and even many people's eyes were hidden. Excitement.

Someone stared at the blood flowing from the corners of that subject's lips, with a look of interest.

Then, the next second, someone suddenly stood up.

The hall that was still noisy just now was suddenly silent at this moment. Whether it was a sitting person or a person who stood up in horror, he stared at the light curtain at this moment.

The pupils of the teenagers standing next to the researchers narrowed sharply.

There was only an extreme blank in his mind at this moment.

In the hall that suddenly turned into a dead silence, he stood there, staring blankly but empty ahead.

The familiar figure in that light curtain--

The dark-haired young man half-knelt down on the gray stone floor, and leaned his head, the dark hair scattered in his eye socket, blocking his eyes, making people not see the look in his eyes.

Blood was dripping from the corners of the bright red lips, which was cut into a blood line and dripped from his chin.

He raised his head and breathed lightly and shallowly.

He maintained this posture for a long time, until the researchers who monitored him through the light curtain had impatiently started to discuss on his own, and finally he had some movement.

The head was slowly lowered, and he was still half kneeling beside the corpse, looking at the angle of his face as if looking at the corpse, and the shadow of the falling hair covered his half cheek more and more gloomily. People can only see the young man's lips clenching into a straight line at this moment.

Blood-red lips were now clenched into sharp blade-like lines, and the corners of the mouth were a little bit red and dazzling to the extreme.

He raised his hand and stabbed the blood-stained dagger hard, and the sharp blade picked a small piece of the softest piece of meat on the body's neck on the ground.

It was such a move that instantly silenced the entire hall of the institute—

At this moment, almost everyone had guessed what the subject would do.

All the researchers stared at the subject with horror or incredible or even irritating eyes. The hall was so horrible that they could clearly hear a researcher spitting. .

If thirst quenching with human blood has broken through the moral limit of human beings, then this experimental body now intends to fill the hunger with human flesh-this is simply-simply-

This behavior like a beast is simply outrageous!

This experimental body is simply a beast and a beast in human skin!

Everyone thought so, but stared at the scene on the light curtain, their eyes were reluctant to blink, they would never admit that their heart was beating fiercely, excitement, excitement, or even So the expectation that they would not admit it to death--

The small piece of meat that had been pinched was held by the young man and **** stained his blood.

He still bowed his head, and the scattered black hair covered his face, making the researchers somewhat regretful that he did not see the subject's expression at the moment.

The researchers' breathing suddenly increased sharply, staring directly at the youth in the light curtain, waiting for the thrilling scene that was about to take place in front of them-

Contrary to the short-breathing researchers, the dark-haired young man on the light curtain seemed to be standing still. He was half-knelt there, pressing his right hand holding the short sword to the ground, and the blood on the blade penetrated into the gray rock .

He lowered his head like this, motionless, holding the piece of flesh and his **** hand was in front of him, presumably he could clearly smell the **** smell in his hand.

Where he was half-kneeling, the whole man seemed to be a dead statue, and only a slight undulation of his chest revealed a living breath.

Then, in the almost scorching sun, in this almost deadly silence, his lips opened, his left hand was slowly raised, and he approached his lips little by little ...

A loud noise!

The whole earth seemed to vibrate a bit, and the projected image was hissed in the air for a moment, and suddenly stopped at this moment.

The huge metal door was exploded and shook by horrible waves, revealing cracks, a sharp blue light pierced through the cracks, and a huge opening was cut in the metal gate in an instant.

The metal blocks chopped by the blue lightsaber scattered and smashed into the projection of the air, making those images hiss distorted.

Someone came from the splashing metal block, and the bright light came from behind the person, enveloping the whole person in the light, and even the lacquered black hair flying upwards was transparent.

The long body was illuminated by the light behind him, pulling the long shadow to the ground.

The lightsaber in his hand was heavily inserted into the broken metal door, almost next second, and the laser sword exploded, blasting out the metal door that had been broken. Then, his hand quickly pulled a silver dagger from his waist.

The huge vibration seemed to damage the projection equipment in the hall. The image of the entire hall was still in the virtual image of the crowd and stared at the moment on the screen of the young man who was about to swallow the meat in his hand-

The projection, even with a slight twist, faithfully presents a scene that had appeared in this hall long ago.

This moment was clearly reflected in the eyes of the young major general who suddenly appeared here.

The dark blue pupils were scattered for a moment, as if the ink color of the bottom of the eyes had dispersed. He stood there, staring at the scene on the light curtain, his face was dark at this moment. The shadow shrouded, even the bright light coming from behind could not dispel the deep darkness that oozed out of him like exhausting everything.

He turned his head and looked at the man with the same face as him. Under the finely lacquered black hair, Major General's handsome face could not see a little expression.

He couldn't see himself looking at the man's eyes, but at that moment his eyes made Mr. Mute, who was next to him, take a step back—as if in fear.

His eyes were staring at the man who looked exactly like him, without knowing how terrible he was. He didn't go to see the child's expression at the moment, but the light in the corner of the eye made him see the child clearly. Take a step back.

The color of the ink under his eyes settled down, as if at this momentary contraction and stasis to the point where it could not penetrate into a trace of light, as if something was tearing deep in the eyes.

The young major general held his silver dagger's fingers to the extreme and could clearly see the whitening of his knuckles.

There was an unexplainable tearing pain from the deepest part of the body, and even the breathing was stinging.

He no longer looked at the child's figure, a trace of blood red appeared from the bottom of his dark blue eyes, and there was a little bit of oozing under his eyes, a kind of horrible suffocating gas that was almost substantive.

The major general stood there, staring at the opposite man. He obviously had a beautiful face, but when he stood there, it felt like a ferocious beast.

He stepped forward violently, and in the next second, his figure was almost an afterimage--

The moment Major General Troll raised his foot, Tran suddenly raised his hand and pushed Mute behind him hard, pulled something from the waist, and raised his hand at lightning speed.

The glittering sharp dagger stiffly held the dagger that had been slashed at him.

On this planet with a special magnetic field, thermal weapons such as guns and lasers are very easy to lose control and cannot be used. Then, the best fighting method is to use the most primitive blades for the most primitive fighting.

Two young men who can hardly see the difference except for the degree of damage to their clothing are fighting in the same place, because the two men have the same perverted skills, and Mute on the side can only see the afterimage of the two in combat. He could only see the sparks that exploded fiercely in the air when the two daggers in the air hit each other heavily.

Mute, pushed away by Tran, stood slumped against an empty culture vessel that had been damaged. He looked at the two men fighting together, or rather, the afterimage of the two men, the coldness of the glass. He deliberately penetrated through the clothes, making his back colder.

His mind was still blank, and he couldn't remember anything, couldn't think of anything.

In the image I just saw, the scene seemed to be deeply imprinted in his memory, stained with dazzling blood, lingering.

He slowly raised his hand, clasped his head with both hands, and pressed his fingertips firmly on his head. His eyes were staring at the metal floor under his feet, and his face was extremely confused.

The sound of a slamming blade of a soldier's blade, accompanied by a muffled sound, suddenly a shadow flew past his eyes, and Mute looked up reflectively.

There was a bang, and the figure flying out of him slammed into a glass vessel in front of him, smashing the broken culture vessel into pieces. The man who was scratched by the broken pieces of glass fell to the ground, his right hand was cut open with a long blood hole, and blood was bleeding from the berth. He could almost see Sensen's bones from the flesh opened.

Lying on a pile of glass fragments, Tran just breathed, and a dark shadow had enveloped him.

The major general who lay on him pressed his knees against his chest with the force of almost breaking his ribs, holding his throat firmly with one hand, in the shadow of the dangling black hair, the dark blue pupil Gleaming shimmering.

Troll, who had been completely out of control, looked at him, and the horrible look that could not be described with words made people dare not look at it again.

He saw that Tallall's **** dagger had been raised in front of his eyes, and he looked at the cold light above his head that was about to run through his head, a slight invisible smile oozing from the corner of his lips.

He will die in the hands of this man.

...

Some things seem doomed from the beginning.

As early as decades ago, he should have died in the last trial, in this man's hand.

After walking around for so many years, he still wants to die in the hands of this man.

Like a doomed destiny, he was powerless to resist.

He stared at the man who was strangling his throat and strangling his throat. There was still plenty of energy in his body, but he never made any rebellious action. He stared at Troll's eyes for the moment. .

From the moment he knew he lost, he waited for the moment--

From the moment I walked away from Mute, it was for this moment-

He wanted the child to see the man kill him!

The blade reflected in his pupil stabbed, suddenly zooming in, from far to near.

Seeing that it was going to run through his forehead, it stopped abruptly.

For a second before the stabbing, a hand yanked out from the side, palm covering Tran's forehead.

The stabbed sword's tip paused for a moment before touching the back of the hand, piercing an extremely tiny opening on the back of the hand, and a little blood leaked from the back of the boy's hand.

The blood-stained dagger was still hanging in the air, and the major general did not move. He stared at a little blood on the back of the hand. At this moment, his eyes were enveloped by the bottomless darkness, and he could not see any light.

After a while, he looked up at Mute who was kneeling and stretched out his hand.

His eyes were rarely confused, like a lost child, staring blankly at Mute.

"……monster."

The boy kneeling on the ground with one hand on Tran's forehead made a somewhat vague voice.

"Kill him really ... you will become what the monsters hoped for."

The teenager said that his hands pressed on the ground were clenched so tightly that his fingers shook slightly.

"... You can't become like those monsters." He said, "You can't do what they want you to do."

He knelt there, lowering his head, not looking up, and not seeing his face, but could see the muscles on his shoulders tightened to the extreme, so that he twitched.

But the trembling wasn't because of fear, but because of anger, the anger that spread across his body could not restrain him.

Mute took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that came up and calming herself down. He retracted his hand on Tran's forehead, and his eyes matched Tran's.

"The man on the screen ... is you, right?"

Mute looked at Tran and said.

Tran's pupil narrowed, and he stared at Mute's face, trying to judge from the child's expression whether the child was trying to test himself. But he didn't see anything. The child stared at him calmly and calmly.

The man's breathing rose slightly, he slowly closed his eyes, raised his **** hand and pressed it on his face, just like the young **** right hand on the light curtain.

He gave a low laugh, which made people feel uncomfortable with a tight heart.

"No one is exceptional."

Tran's laughter was terrifyingly low. He said, "That's the only way to live. People who live until the ninth day have done this. This guy is no exception, otherwise he won't live to the end No final winner. "

"All of us are the same, killing another one and eating another one's own flesh to survive, so does Troll--"

Tran's voice fell away, and Mute had been pulled hard from the ground.

A pair of arms held him tightly, so hard that his shoulders were a little tingling, and he could almost feel the heavy beating of the heart inside his tight chest.

The major general holding him took a step back, and he was forced to follow a step away from Tran, who was lying on the ground.

Tran lay on the ground and laughed for a long time, as if his mood had been completely out of control. After a long time, he slowly sat up with his hands on the ground. His left hand rested on the broken glass, but he didn't realize it. He was sitting on the ground, blood-stained looking startling, and blood stained his coat.

He looked up and looked at them, his eyes were terribly gloomy, and there was a hint of madness.

"Troll, I know the truth you've always wanted to pursue."

He stared at the man and said.

"I know that everything you do, the power you build, the power you gain ... everything you do in these decades is to find this truth."

"The secrets of this planet, the secrets of this institute, serve the purpose of our monsters ..."

"I know that the purpose of your life is to understand the truth, to hate, and to live for revenge."

After a pause, he continued.

"I know the truth you want."

"........."

"Give him."

Tran held out his hand, and in the direction of the two men, his raised lips seemed to be laughing, but there was no smile in his cold eyes.

"Finding the truth and revenge on that person, that's the only thing you have been living for decades, isn't it?"

He said, staring straight at Troll.

"Then give me that child and you will get 'it'."

"………………"

[Troll, do you choose to reveal all the secret past, or the future with that child? 】

At that time, he gave no answer to the person who asked the sentence.

He couldn't answer because he didn't know what the answer was.

Pursuing the truth runs through his decades of life, and that obsession is almost integrated with him.

As the man said before, finding the truth and revenge is the only meaning of his life.

…………

At this moment, his eyes met the man sitting on the ground for a moment.

He still didn't answer.

He didn't need to answer anymore, his body had already answered for him.

He turned and walked quickly without hesitation.

His hand clasped the child's hand.