The Court of All Living Things, the Black City Base.
"Strange, why haven't they come back yet?"
"Yeah, it's been a day, nothing will happen, right?"
"...The people who go to deliver the supplies are all captains. What do you think? They might run into something and die."
In a small, dark room, several believers were communicating.
"Haha, anyway, we don't have to go there anymore, it's better than dying..."
"Fortunately, we got rid of those two people, otherwise this unfortunate thing would have fallen on us."
Just when a few people were chatting enthusiastically, the door made a sudden click.
A crack appeared, and a beam of moonlight shone in.
With the moonlight behind him, a man wearing a pitch-black mask walked in. He was wearing a pitch-black armor and had a palm-sized military waist bag on his waist.
He opened his mouth slowly, and as he spoke, the air around him grew three degrees colder.
"The captain, captain, Knight Templar, and archbishop who went to Linjiang for support are all dead."
"My name is Beto Russo."
"Your new archbishop."
After he finished speaking, before the believers could react, he passed by them and walked inside. His black cloak raised a gust of wind, blowing in their faces.
Only then did they wake up from their dream.
The previous... Archbishop, Templar, Captain, Captain, all of them are dead???
How is this possible!
They are well aware of their strength, they are simply god-like!
They died...
Suddenly, the believers looked at each other and couldn't help feeling terrified.
As Berto arrived, he was followed closely by several Templar Knights wearing scarlet cloaks and iris patterns embroidered with gold thread.
"What are you all still standing there for? Why don't you get to work!?"
"What do you all do for a living? Why do you idle around all day?"
The Knights Templar naturally would not care about these believers. The one who spoke was the captain who followed at the end.
"Yes, yes, yes." The believers did not dare to disobey and responded one after another without thinking.
The captain nodded and patted the believers on their shoulders: "Do a good job."
At this time, Beto had already walked into the data room and began to look through the information about Black City.
A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, then he nodded and murmured, "Seven days?"
“Somewhat interesting…”
“Although there are some rules and regulations, it is not difficult to conduct experiments.”
"We will do some handover work first. Once everything is confirmed to be correct, we can immediately start the experiment on the awakening potion."
.......
At this moment, the moon was dim and the stars were sparse. The city was dead silent and pitch black.
The wind blew dust, fallen leaves and newspapers across the streets.
In a building, in the only bedroom with lights on, an inhumane cutting was taking place.
"Skin it and remove the tendons, do it more quickly. Don't you have such little manners?" Ma Fuchen glanced at Louis and said.
Louis let out a wry smile.
He had eaten raw human hearts, but he didn't really consider people as food.
He has killed people, but he is not a pervert.
No matter how well-educated a person is, they would all do this when skinning, pulling out the tendons, and chopping someone into minced meat for the first time, right?
I have no strength at all!
Not to mention, this person was alive and breathing in front of him one second ago, and became minced meat under his knife the next second...
Doomsday...it's really man-eating.
"I have played "Children of the Jungle" and cooked with savages, but... this is my first time playing a real version." Louis complained.
"'Son of the Jungle'? What kind of game is that?" Ma Fuchen was stunned.
Louis explained: "I can tell you don't play games often. This is a survival game. It's better to play with friends. Otherwise, you'll get scared when exploring caves."
"??? I play it, I've never heard of "Children of the Forest"."
"What do you play?"
"Legend."
"........Well, I've played "Tanwan Blue Moon"."
"What is that?"
"If you are a brother, come and chop me up."
"???Can't understand."
As he spoke, his hands moved without ambiguity.
“Crack—”
Louis chopped the corpse's thigh with the kitchen knife in his hand, accidentally hitting the leg bone. The kitchen knife suddenly shook and made a sound.
"So hard?" Louis asked in surprise.
Naturally, he did not use his own strength, but instead used the strength of a normal person, which was only one percent of his strength.
"Be careful with the leg bones. There are only a few kitchen knives. What if one breaks? Cut the meat along the leg bones."
“Ohhhh—”
An extremely absurd conversation echoed in this small room.
Outside the window was the inky black streets of the city. Tall buildings had collapsed and sunken, and there were ruins everywhere. As far as the eye could see, there was not a single intact place.
"By the way...brother, what is the mission that the organization has sent you on?" Ma Fuchen suddenly asked.
The knife in Louis' hand did not stop at all, and there was a hint of contemplation on his face, as if he was hesitating whether to tell Ma Fuchen.
Finally, Louis sighed and said, "The mission is simple. Come and see what the interior of Black City looks like now. Someone will come to pick me up in seven days."
Louis said simply.
Ma Fuchen paused the knife in his hand and stood there in a daze. He looked at the inky sky outside the window, reached into his pocket, rolled up another cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it.
"In other words, I can go home too?"
His eyes were moist and slightly red, and he looked as if he was really hoping someone would come and rescue him.
Louis was silent for a while.
He was a little confused about Ma Fuchen.
Is this person pretending or is he real...
If it is true, then why is there no information about operations in previous years in the information about Black City?
If it's fake...this look of longing to go home is too real.
Louis could understand that feeling...
It was just like when he was in Shanghai, he was looking forward to going home.
only......
When I got home, no one was waiting for me.
Louis said inexplicably: "Yes..."
"We will go home, along with Uncle Xu Da and the others. By then, we will all live a good life. We will no longer have to live in such a life of intrigue and deception. We can all return to a carefree life."
Ma Fuchen's nose felt a little sore, and he slowly turned his head away, "Louis, I believe in you——"
Ma Fuchen stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and placed it in front of Louis.
Louis understood and used the same posture, with his fist making close contact with Ma Fuchen.
This scene seemed as if time had stopped.
The moon outside the window became brighter and brighter, but there was a strange red glow in the depths.
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