My Infinite Monster Clone

National Mall.

huge.

wide.

Each stone slab is carved with patterns with different contents, such as flowers, birds, animals, figures, mountains and rivers. . . In the past, it took tens of thousands of people five years to complete it.

Replacing the previous bluestone, I thought it could withstand a hundred years of wear and tear.

However.

Fifteen years later.

The city is broken.

The Cree tribe stained these slabs red with a hundred thousand blood. Moreover, it was destroyed with a weapon, leaving a series of scratches on it, and many stone slabs can no longer distinguish their original appearance.

In the middle of the square.

same.

A high platform was erected, surrounded by human corpses. The Cree tribe was proud of this, and it also shocked the humans in the whole city. Countless corpses had filled half the square, at least hundreds of thousands of them.

off stage.

A large number of Cree onlookers.

"Food, you should accept your fate."

"Sun them to death."

"There should be an extra meal in the evening."

"right."

"These bugs are quite good at hiding. They are quite brave to stay on a volcanic island, but they must submit to the general trend of this world. We, the Cree, are under the general trend and the future."

"..."

Irony and pride.

True.

Human beings in the early years could still threaten them by numbers, but they were defeated like mountains. After that war, human beings had no strength to turn around. Today, these escaped humans are caught.

Happy?

No.

It can only be said to be interesting.

Every day is quite boring, beating, swearing, eating, and some new elements from time to time, except for the front line of the beast star, there is nothing new for a long time, the weather is good today, come over for a walk.

"Wild game, I don't know how it tastes."

"..."

soon.

We discussed eating again.

. . .

on stage.

Harrow, who is in his nineties, has gray hair and a slender figure. At this age, I tremble when I walk. On the road, I was treated like an animal and lost half of my life. Now I am tied to a pole to dry.

hot.

thirsty.

imaginary.

Consciousness has been blurred.

die.

He is not afraid.

Scared.

It is human beings who can never turn over. Judging from the current situation, this has become a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed. Looking back at the beginning, there was only hatred, and human beings were still killed by their own people after all.

sell.

betray.

led to an irreversible defeat. Perhaps, this is fate, although Harrow has been saying: do not accept the fate of slavery. But now, he had to accept that he had no choice.

Hello around.

Standing are two Cree warriors.

justice to him.

"Not dead yet." A dissatisfied tone.

"Soon."

"Die early, and I don't have to be exposed to the sun." As he said, he looked at the hundreds of humans tied to the high platform across from Harrow. They were all Harrow's relatives and subordinates, and their endings were different.

Harrow is old.

He died immediately after being tortured, so he chose to dry slowly. And his relatives and subordinates are in good health, so they naturally want to enjoy the torture tools developed by the wisdom of the Cree tribe.

otherwise.

What a pity.

at first.

Those human beings kept cursing, and then they had no strength, so they could only look at them angrily. This kind of eyes made them enjoy, it was the weak's "encouragement" to the strong, and it was a reward.

"continue."

"Don't stop."

"The eyes can be more fierce."

"..."

pleasure

That's how it came about.

. . .

"Hello."

The confused Harrow seemed to hear someone calling him. However, he had no strength to open his eyes, let alone speak, his lips trembled, and his throat hurt every time he took a breath.

suddenly.

Warm up your whole body.

count seconds.

I feel that my physical strength has recovered by half.

"hehe!"

Haro smiled.

"coming."

Back to the light. At the last moment of his life, the body burned the remaining strength to provide him with a short time to wake up. The weakness, thirst and pain were gone.

open your eyes.

Still a little uncomfortable with the strong light, but he still tried to open it, because he didn't know how long he could last. Before he died, he wanted to take a last look at his relatives and his subordinates.

Fleeing for decades.

die.

I have been used to it for a long time, but I still miss this world, the flowers, the grass, the wind, the water, the rain, the clouds, the sky, and the sea. . . He was not reconciled to being monopolized by the Cree tribe.

"Yo, I'm finally going to die."

aside.

The Cree noticed, with a smile on their face, they were about to leave work.

"grandfather."

opposite.

A middle-aged man who was tied up shouted loudly.

"Elder."

"Senior, don't."

"Woo~~"

"..."

Wept bitterly.

Even if they were whipped and tortured, they would not cry, but when they saw Haro who suddenly became energetic, they couldn't control their emotions at once, and their spiritual pillar was about to leave.

see.

A smirk crept across Harrow's face.

before death.

Should be free and easy.

However.

The unwillingness in his heart could not be let go until he died. If he could move, he would show the Cree tribe that human beings are unyielding. But the hands are firmly fixed, not to mention hands, it is good to be able to stand firmly.

Long sigh.

"us."

"Although I lost."

"but."

"The spirit never surrenders. They can eat us, kill us, and torture us, but they can't enslave our spirit. Our departure is either liberation or detachment."

"..."

The Cree didn't stop.

Anyway.

The last life will be consumed soon, basking in the sun is boring, and listening to food protests is also good. When you go back to eat and chat, you can learn something and liven up the atmosphere.

However.

five minutes.

 …

ten minutes.

 …

fifteen minutes.

 …

Um?

Why are you still alive? Your last words were too long, weren't they? What about the promised flashback? Those Cree warriors were confused, even Harrow himself was confused, why isn't he dead yet?

unscientific.

opposite.

Harrow's relatives and subordinates didn't think too much about it. A person who hadn't eaten or drank water for a long time, who was almost buried in the ground at an age, and suddenly had the strength to speak, died sooner or later.

Hope the sooner the better.

then.

twenty minutes.

 …

thirty minutes.

 …

forty minutes.

 …

The Cree tribe finally realized that something was wrong, so they hurriedly called the officer and walked to Harrow. The officer of the Cree tribe took a closer look and found nothing wrong, maybe it was obsession.

"in spite of."

Turned around and left.

kill?

It has no authority. The identity of this human being is different. The order from above is to see him die in the sun, not to kill him. Although it is not a big problem to dispose of it without authorization, it is fine, so why add trouble to yourself.

Continue to enjoy the cool.

Here.

Harrow also felt strange, "Why am I not dead yet?"

"You can't die."

suddenly.

A voice came into his mind, but he hadn't heard it before.

"who?"

After Harrow finished speaking, he looked left and right. He looked very strange. When the guard of the Cree tribe took a look, he had a sure expression on his face. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore and was about to hang up. Hundreds of people on the opposite side were crying.

It's over.

Flashbacks are finally coming to an end.

Seeing Harrow looking around with a look of horror on his face, they closed their eyes and couldn't help but look.

only.

they do not know.

Harrow was genuinely horrified now.

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