"Stop!"

The old man in the gray monk's robe grabbed the iron whip in the hands of the assailant and stared angrily at the man in black who was standing tall.

The monster, stitched together by huge pieces of flesh, covered in wounds, crouched at the old man's feet, his hands clasping his thighs.

"Myris, is it strange that mission failures will always receive some punishment?" Sitting on a stone chair deep in the cave, holding his chin in his right hand, he looked at this interesting father and son, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for the fact that a guest came here a few days ago, the president would definitely dismantle your disobedient son and reassemble it again." ”

The throat bone looked at the monster on the ground and said slowly: "But overall, this time it can be regarded as some gains." At the very least, the President's plan to use the corpse and the Sutherland Relic to cultivate the Necromantic Inheritor is a big step forward. ”

Master Myris propped up the monster's body with his thin shoulders, looked at the throat bone and said, "Harvest? You call this a harvest?! You told me beforehand that this was just a small experiment, but more than half of the inhabitants of Overwatch are dead!

The man sighed slightly, tilted his head back, and shouted at the top of the cave, half annoyed, half helpless, "Myris, Myris!

Laryngeal stood up from the stone chair, shrunk his hands and feet, and pretended to say: "Why kill people? peace is so beautiful, these people are innocent, he is just a child......

"Listen, if you want to grow wheat on an overgrown field, you'll have to set fire to the weeds, and if you want to build a grand palace next to a crumbling hut, you'll have to tear down a dilapidated building. As he walked, the man said, "You are always thinking about things that don't matter, and in the end you will only achieve nothing." ”

Myris straightened up: "Didn't your God teach you how to cherish life?"

When the man heard this, he quickened his steps and walked up to the old monk, his face gloomy, and he grabbed the cross on the other's chest and held it up to the latter's eyes: "Then I ask you! In the place where the massacre and tragedy took place, did the gods you worship show the slightest mercy, and have you helped any innocent people?"

"No!" the throat bone threw the cross in the old man's face: "He will only stand high in the sky and secretly watch the tragedy of the world! After all living beings have returned to dust, after the blood has soaked the earth, he will pretend to stand up and brazenly ask the living to believe that he can be redeemed!"

Myris's face turned red, he looked at the man in front of him, and said loudly: "What do you know?! What do you know?! Each of us has been burdened with sin since birth, and the distance we have traveled and everything we have endured is a test of our Heavenly Father......

The laryngeal bone grabbed the old man's chin, his eyes were cold and terrible, and he asked him three questions in a row:

"Are these words said to you by someone else?!"

"Did you see these words from those books written by others?!"

"What you hear, what you see, is what you believe in the truth?!

"Roar!"

The monster moved, and its huge palm rounded and slapped at the man.

The powerful flesh and the destructive power hit a cloud of black smoke that dissipated.

Black smoke gathered on the ground, circled the monster's body, and came to its back. The man regained his form in the smoke, rode on the other's shoulder, grabbed the catheter under him with his hand, and pulled it out with force.

With whining and hissing, a large amount of fluid emerged from the catheter connection. The monster crashed to the ground and lost its movements.

Signaling his subordinates to carry away this unsightly guy, his throat bone calmed down, wiped his palms with a dry cloth, sat back on the stone chair, and looked at the old man standing in place with a pale face: "By the way, there is an interesting thing about Watch Town, you may not know. My men were in the fortress and saw an acquaintance of yours. ”

Myris looked up slowly.

The throat bone tilted his head and thought, "Brother Todd...... No, he should be called Father Todd by now. ”

The old man's eyes widened.

"Speaking of which, Father Todd should also bear some responsibility for the failure of this mission......"

Hearing the words of the laryngeal bone, Myris took a step forward: "That child is innocent!"

The man shook his head and laughed, "No, Master, you just said that each of us is guilty. Moreover, isn't it a heinous sin for this Father Todd not only to sabotage our plans, but also to turn his back on the monastery and join the Church?"

Myris took another step forward: "I can guarantee that he is not threatening, this time it must have been unintentional." In fact, the child was only interested in alchemy. ”

Hearing this, the laryngeal bone blinked his eyes with interest: "'The alchemist blessed by God'...... He really should be grateful for this title, if it weren't for this reason, the president would have ordered him to be eliminated a long time ago. ”

"One more thing. The man took out a brass tube from his bosom and said to the old man with a smile: "You shouldn't have forgotten something about Todd, right?"

Myris looked at the thing in the other party's hand, his pupils shrank, and even his voice trembled: "Inheritor......"

With an approving smile on his face, he wrenched his fingers and said, "That's right, as I told you a long time ago, as Todd of the Heir, he doesn't have much time left." As for whether to recover the mutant or the corpse, it depends on how the president decides ......"

Before he could finish speaking, someone walked up to him and whispered something to him.

The brow of the throat bone became tighter and tighter: "What did the president say?"

The visitor nodded and said a few more words.

"What?now?!"

The look on the throat bone was a little surprised.

Watching the herald walk out of the cave, the man touched his chin and said to Myris, "Our Father Todd may be a blessing in disguise......

After listening to the reports of his subordinates about the battle at the Watch Fort, the president suddenly wanted to meet this "alchemist blessed by God." Throat rubbed his palms and whispered to himself, "For this invitation, I have to prepare some greeting gifts in advance." ”

He beckoned to one of his men, and said to his throat, "Prepare a carriage for me, and I'm going to set off for the west." ”

His subordinates hesitated and said, "My lord, how should the messenger of the silver ring reply when you leave?" He waited in the village, saying that he wanted us to give us an explanation for the failure of this operation. ”

"Explain?"

Throat squinted his eyes and laughed: "Throw him into the 'hive' bucket, and when I get back, I'll 'explain' to him well......"