Sword of Daybreaker

In the dark and deep underground palace, the sound of the magical operation suddenly broke the silence in the air.

Stable magical power is injected into the crystal, and a magical stone lamp set in the wall illuminates one by one, illuminating a vast hall space.

The ground of the hall is full of shimmering and invigorating lines, and there are countless pillars that are mixed with flesh and plants. The pillars are uneven on the surface, and the gaps in the depression seem to flow. Blood with a dark red shimmer, a vine or blood vessel-like "biomass cable" grows from the top and root of the column, and extends to the rune matrix of the roof and the ground, and on the wall behind the columns A row of crystal ball-like transparent containers are neatly mounted on a dark red wall.

In those crystal balls, there are floating creepy biological tissues, which are soaked in a thin reddish biomass solution, like the devil's egg in their sleep, unconsciously creeping and shrinking.

At the end of the hall, there is a huge crack. It is not a wall, but it seems to be the opening of a kind of underground rift. Outside the crack, there is a vaguely vast space shrouded in dim red light.

A footstep came from far and near, and a figure wearing a black burqa and tall and thin body walked into the hall.

He walked slowly through the "pillars" who were slightly trembled. The line of sight swept across the surface of each pillar. He patiently and carefully examined the state of these "embryo containers" and heard a hoarse voice from under the hood.

"Okay, that's great... it's so fast... I didn't waste the biomass I prepared for you..."

A cold female voice suddenly came from afar, interrupting the black robe's self-talking words: "Headen, when you are with these embryos, it is really disgusting."

The black robe does not return to the head: "Beltila, have you forgotten the courtesy of knocking on the door?"

With the friction of the roots moving on the slate floor, Bertila, wearing a green goddess dress and a half man and a half tree, came out from the shadow of the entrance to the hall. She looked at Heaton not far away: " It's a pity that your disgusting hall has no doors at all."

The black robe turned and took off the hood on his head, revealing a pale, dry face. He looked at Bertila coldly: "When cultivating the first gods, you didn't say they made people Vomiting."

“What is disgusting is the aesthetics of the hall when you are renovating, not the embryos,” Bellilla frowned at the neatly arranged “pillars” and the crystal containers embedded in the walls on both sides. “You are Can't you design these biocapsules and artificial egg shells in a less disgusting way? Or at least wrap them up with something... you are like a rancid slaughterhouse, not an advanced laboratory."

"You can't understand the beauty of flesh and blood, it's a pity, but I'm willing to understand," Heaton said casually. "If you spend more time in the flesh and blood, you must understand the most primitive biological organizations." Containing beauty..."

Bertila directly interrupted Heaton’s somewhat nervous statement: “Enough, I’m not interested in knowing what’s distorted when you’re whispering in your head. I’m just learning about God. The great leader of the embryo's growth needs to confirm whether the neuron factors in these embryos are successfully activated, and it is necessary to confirm the effect of the pseudo-god's body on them."

Heaton opened his mouth, and an ugly smile appeared on the gloomy face: "Of course, as you can see, the sacred factor in the vital human genetic factors here has been inherited for hundreds of years and still exists vigorously everywhere. In a human body, as long as it is induced by appropriate mutations, everyone is a god... Thanks to our compatriots in the wasteland, the data they have provided recently is timely and effective, and all embryos are developing in the expected direction."

Bertila nodded and walked slowly to a "pillar" and reached out to feel the slight tremor and temperature in the "pillar". These seemingly static columns are all alive, and she can feel the regular pulsations hidden under the rough skin, just like the heart beats, stable and powerful.

... Is this the future of mortals, so unbearable...

For a moment, Bertila’s heart flashed through this extremely short question, but in the next second she will refresh the brain tissue and the corresponding hormones that caused this question. This superficial question cannot come from her own. Most of the time, the thoughts left by an assimilated phagosome in the attempt to influence her judgment, similar things did not happen for the first time.

She didn't care about it.

“Very good, the great patriarch will be satisfied,” Bellyra nodded slightly. “Make sure these special ‘starting’ gods enter maturity as soon as possible. This is an order from the great patriarch.”

Heaton stared at Bertila with a cold gaze in his back. He was slightly annoyed in his heart, angry at the woman's arrogant attitude, and was annoyed that she was so arrogant in front of her in the name of the great patriarch, but he had no choice.

Bertila is the most senior patriarch of the eternal death of all things. This seemingly human woman extended her seven-century life with taboo spells and relied on engulfing and absorbing other life. She is still nominally the "teacher", but in fact, her identity is between the patriarch and the great patriarch.

Only she can walk unscathed through the promenade at the deepest part of the underground palace, and stay in the secret room of the great priest for a long time. The whisper of the vicious **** will not drive her crazy, and she will not pollute her. Soul, this incredible ability makes her position in the Order unwavering.

Heaton thought not maliciously, perhaps the secret of Bellilla's defense against the gods in the depths of the underground palace is that she has been distorted into a monster, or she has been a monster from the beginning, her soul and flesh and blood have rotted, already Variation, but her monster just twisted into a human appearance.

Bertila turned his back to Heaton and did not turn back and said: "Dr. Heaton, I don't mind if you look at me with rude eyes, but you have been watching for too long."

Heaton just replied with a cold voice.

Bertila didn't care. She just turned around and said, "I don't know if you got the news. The Ansu people have started to repair the barrier, and Gavin Cecil... personally. Going to the south."

"I heard that the Govin Cecil found a way in the dark mountains and drove straight into the Black Forest," Heaton said casually. "But our sentinels did not bring back more news."

"Several sentinels died unexpectedly, and the remaining sentinels did not dare to stay close," Bellilla looked at Heaton's eyes. "There was a sentinel who sent back a near hysterical report. He called the Cecil people mad and devil. Don't you think this is interesting?"

"...interesting, because this title has always been given to us by outsiders," Heaton raised an eyebrow. "It seems that the sentinel is already unconscious. What happened to him?"

"The Cecils are exploiting the power of magical devices to open up the territory. They even use the magic devices in the bombarded wasteland without meaning, and the unfortunate sentinel...he and the other sentinels are there. Nearby," Bertila shook her head. "The key question now is that it seems that Cecil did not develop as we expected. They have become an uncontrollable factor..."

"Can not control……"

Heaton whispered a whisper and then gave a scornful laugh.

He came to the nearest pillar and waved to activate the biomass shell of the pillar.

“It’s just a bunch of mortals who can fight with magical props. The power of ‘God’ is a few explosives to fight!!”

The dark red biomass squirmed and squirmed, and instantly shook back toward the roof and the ground like a frightened vine, and after the horrible "shell" receded, the scene inside the column appeared in front of Bertila.

A mutated humanoid quietly floats in a translucent tubular container that is almost twice as tall as humans. It has dark skin and large, inflated joints, and numerous crystal clusters of biological growth cover its limb surface. The subtle energy sparks are constantly flowing between the crystal clusters, showing that this giant not only has a powerful body, but also has extraordinary magical power.

Heaton looked up at the horrible mutant giant with a smile on his face: "Nothing is stronger than the great evolution, Captain Bertila, don't you think so?"

Beltila quietly looked at the "God" in the tubular container, his face was calm: "Receive your fanaticism, no one knows better evolution than I do. You better collapse before this variant gets out of control." Biomass sac, you know, activation of this first group of gods has cost a lot of good bodies."

After saying this, the female chief did not pay attention to Heaton, but walked to the end of the hall.

She came to the huge gap at the end of the hall and looked at the vast space outside the breach.

The wide underground rift is in the field of vision. Huge ropeways, bridges and natural stone beams connect the cliffs on both sides of the rift. On those dizzying bridges, countless walking dead figures are wearing church guards with heavy protective gear. The worker monitors the next step.

At the bottom of the rift, there is a "blood river" filled with red-red light. Numerous large chains are criss-crossed above the blood river, holding a group of unnamed flesh and blood. In the hot air of the blood river, the flesh and blood. Just like a heart beats, every beat is stronger and stronger than the last beat.

This is the flesh and blood.

The entire underground palace is built on top of this fleshy valley.

Those who walk like a dead body are slaves. The victims that are caught from all over the country are mostly poor people, and a small number are stray warriors and mercenaries of poor strength.

In this era, it is not difficult to secretly arrest some civilians as slaves from various aristocratic territories. Especially in the case of famine and war, the missing poor will not attract anyone's attention at all.

But now the situation has changed a little bit: the Principality of Cecil has risen at an alarming rate, and they have created a complex and rigorous monitoring system, even if a civilian disappears, it will lead to security personnel, and the territory of the Principality of Cecil More and more magic monitoring devices have made unauthorised spellcasting extremely dangerous. In recent times, it has become almost impossible to arrest people from the South.

But the slaves who came from outside the South can still satisfy the needs of flesh and blood. This Ansu civil war not only brought enough flesh and blood, but also brought enough slaves.

Bertila watched the slaves who were walking on the passage, and then her eyes crossed the victims that were destined to die, falling on the flesh and blood that was fixed by chains at the bottom of the rift.

Under the nourishment of a large number of human biomass, under the combination of massive "shen" factors, the flesh and blood tissue has become increasingly mature.

The moment when the "Pseudo-God's Body" wakes up is just around the corner.