Twilight West Underground Proving Ground, Prison.

Jerome, the ninth in line for the "Legion of Discord" and the holder of the "Split" ability, carried the left hand imprisoned by the metal box behind his back, and his right hand supported the ground, doing one-handed push-ups, sweat following the curve of his muscles, and gathering on the ground drop by drop. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching outside the iron gate, he didn't even raise his head, and said, "Your appearance was earlier than I expected. ”

The black figure stayed outside the prison door, the low-hanging hood was lifted, and Rachel looked at the man in front of him, his cold expression making people shudder.

Jerome got up from the ground, twisted his neck, and said in a somewhat playful tone, "Let me guess, your plan failed. ”

Rachel glanced at the box that sealed Jerome's left hand and gently pushed open the iron door of the prison: "Your Majesty has already allowed you to move around the camp as you please, why do you always like to stay here?"

Jerome patted the wall: "What's wrong here? food, water, guards, everything I should have, why should I go out?"

Rachel shook her head, seemingly unable to comprehend the behavior. After a pause, her voice couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow: "You guessed right, Your Majesty rejected my proposal. ”

"It is not surprising that I have spoken to the king several times, and it is unlikely that he would do such a thing as acquiescing in the existence of an illegitimate child for the sake of the covenant. Jerome put on his coat, sat on the wooden bed in the prison, and said to the woman outside the door: "I have persuaded you before that it is not wise to coerce him in this way. Honestly, Rachel, this time it didn't look like your style, and I always thought you would use a little more ...... The slicker way to strengthen the covenant is to end up taking the most irrational path. ”

"Your Majesty has rejected me, but the reason is not what you think. ”

"The reasons are different, but the result is the same, isn't it?"

Rachel was silent for a moment, then said, "I trust Your Majesty. ”

Jerome frowned, "If you want to convince the 'Conflict Legion' to join the Twilight Kingdom, it is not enough to use the pale reason of the king's trust. Although King Todd is also a different species, in my opinion, his skills and actions are more like using the power of others to strengthen the royal power. I can't imagine the Legion betraying the Presbyterian Church and putting their lives and future in the hands of such a person. ”

"He's not that kind of person. ”

Hearing this, Jerome looked into Richel's eyes and said in an incredible tone: "You now, and you at the time of the 'Discord Army', are simply two people. If it were the past, you would never be able to say it. ”

"People always change...... Reicher held out her hand, and the iron door of the prison twisted and collapsed under the power of Mind, and she said to Jerome, "Are you going to let your body rot here? If not, get out of it and help me!"

Seeing that Jerome had no intention of getting up, Rachel said again, "According to the latest information I have received, Grand Elder Claurence's arrival in the territory of the Silver Ring Kingdom. I don't think you need to be reminded of what the Discord Legion will do with the failed mission, right?"

Jerome sighed deeply, lowered his head with a wry smile, and sniffed the clothes on his body: "I need to take a shower and change my clothes." By the way, there's also this box, you'll have to find someone to open it for me. ”

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Blood.

A thick layer of moss-like blood.

In the huge castle, human limbs and scattered internal organs can be seen everywhere.

The man covered in a giant worm, with his upper body naked, can faintly see the tattoo on his back, an eagle with wings spread, and the Roman numeral "VII." underneath.

There was a thud, and a crossbow bolt shot from a high place, inserting exactly between the man's eyebrows.

There was no expected sound of falling to the ground.

A worm the size of a thumb emerged from the man's mouth, like a lamprey-shaped mouthpiece, and bit the shaft of the arrow, gnawing at the tail feathers of the crossbow. The iron arrowhead inserted into the forehead sank deep into the brain as the worm wriggled under the skin. Moments later, the blood-stained blade clinged to the surface of his tongue and was spat to the ground by the man.

Seeing this scene, the castle guard in iron armor was so frightened that his face was as pale as earth, and he lost his crossbow machine and turned around and ran.

The worm man squatted down and put his hand into the "blood moss", and the "blood vessels" that were still under the moss seemed to be given life, like poisonous snakes winding and twisting in the moss, rushing towards the attacker.

The survivor had only run ten steps, and before he could reach the steps, the "blood vessels" in the moss were wrapped around his legs, and countless tiny red worms emerged from the cracks in the "blood vessels", pierced the victim's legs, and spread along the skin and throughout the body.

Blood spurted out of the survivors' bodies like a spring, nourishing the moss beneath their feet, and their bodies were like balloons filled with dirty water, cracking in place, and bones and entrails falling everywhere.

The fair-looking girl, dressed in a pure and immaculate princess outfit, sat on the round candlestick lampholder hanging from the roof, holding the chain of the lampholder with both hands, swinging happily, and the crisp and melodious song floated in this "blood-colored castle".

"My mom killed me, my dad was eating me, my brother and my sisters were sitting under the table, picking up my bones, burying them under the cold stone tablet......

On the long table under the chandelier, a slightly chubby man in his thirties, stripped naked and tied to the table. With red eyes, he looked at the girl on the roof, and shouted in despair, "Who are you?!What have you done to my daughter Nancy?!"

The smiling old man, his hair and beard are neatly groomed, his formal clothes and dresses are neatly and straight, and he has a faint aristocratic demeanor between his gestures. He held a bottle of red wine in his hand and carefully read the label on the bottle: "The new brew of the Onibierco estate, this is a rare good thing! It's a pity that the storage method is too amateurish, and it is actually placed in the damp and cold underground." ”

The old man then took out a large number of things from the suitcase with him: scissors, razors, rulers, spices......

He walked up to the chubby man's head, first cutting off the man's long hair with scissors, and then shaving the stubble off the top of the man's head with a razor.

"Bastard, what are you going to do?!let go of me!" the man twisted to avoid the movement above his head.

The old man was like a gardener pruning an artistic potted plant, meticulously doing the work at hand, and said as he did it: "Viscount Zangner, also known as the 'Viscount of the Hounds', is said to be extremely proficient in tracing you. No matter what kind of smell it is, you can find the source. ”

Zangna's body trembled slightly as he listened to the old man's words.

"You claim that you only trained it as a child. But the truth of the matter is that a xenomorph, a xenomorph that can recognize more scents than ordinary people. ”

Viscount Zangner's pupils constricted, and then he defended: "This is completely a rumor in the market!"

The old man looked up at the girl who was swinging overhead, and said with a headache: "Sabrina!

The girl grabbed the chain, looked down, and said with a smile, "Grand Elder Lawrence, why don't you change the table?"

Lawrence shook his head helplessly.

Viscount Zangner looked overhead and said urgently: "Please let my daughter go!" There is a secret room on the third floor of the castle, where all the treasures are, please let my daughter live!"

Crurence looked at the small dagger hanging from the girl's chest, which was engraved with an eagle and the Roman numeral "III.", and shook his head at the viscount: "It's not that I don't want to let her go, it's that it's too late......"

Viscount Zangner's face was as dead as ashes, and he collapsed on the table.

Claurence: "As an alien, you have gradually gained wealth and status by identifying spices and finding lost items, but this secret is unknown to even your closest wife and daughter. ”

Zangna looked at the old man in front of him and said in a trembling voice, "Are you from the Inquisition?

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, and his gentle smile was as reassuring as a spring breeze: "Viscount, are you misunderstanding something? We have nothing to do with the church. ”

Zangner replied suspiciously: "Then you ......"

The Viscount stopped talking, his eyes widened in fear, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

Wearing gloves, Lawrence picked up a sharp hacksaw, walked to the top of Zangner's head, and bowed slightly: "Those words just now are not a judgment, to be precise, the word 'ingredient introduction' would be more appropriate." ”

The hacksaw pulled, and blood splattered.

Screams rang out over the castle.