City of Taylor, parish sixth temporary morgue.

"Today we have added another fifty samples of simultaneous success. Myris walked past a row of operating tables with corpses, flipping through the notes in her hand and muttering to herself, "Several of the samples are close to the passing mark for soul synchronization......

The sound of water coming from under his feet brought Myris back to his senses, and he looked down at the pool of blood on the ground, which reflected the old man's rotten and withered face, and made him pause for a moment.

Myris lifted his right arm, looked at the fleshless bones, glowing faintly in the firelight, and let out a long sigh.

"What the hell am I, a living corpse, a dead man?"

There was a hint of remorse in Myris's dry eyes, but the ravine was soon filled with dark thoughts.

"God has already abandoned me, so why should I be obsessed with the future? ”

The old man's withered paws stepped over the pool of blood, allowing a series of blood-colored footprints to remain in the aisle, stretching into the endless darkness.

The sixth temporary morgue of the diocese was originally the residence of a prominent nobleman, and the owner of the mansion was reported to be involved in Protestant worship, and the entire family, from the patriarch in his seventies to the infant baby, a total of more than 190 people, were all arrested by the Inquisition.

After these people entered the prison of the Inquisition, they never came out.

Of course, all the property of this noble family was included in the holy treasury of the Church, and this luxurious mansion was expropriated as a temporary morgue for the diocese.

Descending the stairs into the basement, the basement of the mansion was originally a space for the nobles to store wine and food, but now it is now filled with all kinds of huge experimental equipment and strange equipment.

Myris walked into the basement with his notes and watched as a dozen gray corpses stood in the center of the room, with various tubes stuck in them.

Dressed in a wide robe, the throat bone that looks like a corpse, sitting on a luxuriously shaped armchair with a glass of red wine in his hand, said comfortably: "The greatest use that money and power bring to human beings is that they learn how to amplify their desires. ”

When the red wine was in his mouth, the liquid flowed down the shriveled esophagus of the throat bone, into the torn chest, and then spilled out and spilled onto the ground, causing him to laugh out loud.

Myris recorded the physical signs of each test subject and said to the larynx, "We don't need to eat or drink anymore, don't do these unnecessary things." ”

Throat Bone slowly lowered the wine glass: "Old fellow, this is one of the few pastimes I can remember the past. ”

"The results of the experiment in recent days have gradually stabilized. Myris recorded the status of the pipelines and equipment, nodded and said, "It's ready to start connecting." ”

The laryngeal bone was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked Myris, "How long have we known each other?"

Somewhat surprised by the question, Myris looked up and forgot to answer for a moment.

"Seventeen years, one hundred and thirty-five days. ”

The words of the laryngeal bone made Myris's eyes widen.

Ignoring the stunned look on the old man's face, the throat bone continued: "Seventeen years ago, Theodore brought me out of prison, and he took me to the Monastery of San Cidlo to find you in the Xenomorph Society, hoping that I would live under your protection...... But you refused. ”

Myris closed his eyes and said heavily: "At that time, all your family members were persecuted to death by the Inquisition, and the pain of losing loved ones, as well as the hatred of the church, have completely distorted your mind. I can only see revenge and destruction in your eyes, so I can't risk taking you in, which would threaten the other xenos hiding in the monastery. ”

Throat said calmly: "I know, and I understand what you did at the time, but when I am alone, I always wonder from time to time, if I stayed in the monastery at that time, what would have happened?"

Myris said softly: "Perhaps, maybe you will slowly calm the anger in your heart in the pilgrimage day after day, and spend your life in an ordinary way." ”

Larynx grinned: "Ordinary? When did you learn to humble yourself? Under your teaching, didn't a holy king come out of the monastery? ”

Myris's face unconsciously showed a complicated expression, which contained emotion, pride, nostalgia, guilt, and ...... Pain.

"He's different, even without me, he's still going to the top and looking at the world. ”

The laryngeal bone rubbed his fingernails against the handle of the armchair, and he whispered the name he knew all too well: "Todd Fischer, Todd Fischer ......"

Turning his gaze to the two large cultivation troughs in the center of the room, Myris walked over to the first one, lifted the curtain covering it, looked at what looked like black tar inside, and said to the throat bone, "These are our only remaining tyrants, the Council of Elders has sensed that we are stealing their holy relics, and I am afraid that it will become impossible to obtain such things in the future." ”

Laryngeal stood up from his seat, looked at the tyrant in the tank, and whispered, "Enough." ”

Myris walked over to the second tank and lifted the curtain.

It is home to a large number of parasites that are transparent and wriggling.

The laryngeal bone slowly walked to the pile of insects, and said softly in a tone of appreciating the works of art: "Soul Restoration Worm, the highest crystallization of the results of the Elder's Soul Experiment, is also the light that guides human beings into the soul realm. ”

"With the help of Theodore's notes, and countless experiments, I have found the best recipe for combining the Soul Resurrection Worm with the Tyrant. ”

Myris carefully adjusted the experimental panels under the two cultivation tanks, and said, "The tyrant can perfectly transform the insect structure of the soul resurrection worm, and evolve the original fragile structure and difficult to reproduce adult worm into a new kind of parasite. ”

"Not only that, but it also retains the original characteristics of the soul restorer, in which the soul of one of the two subjects is transferred to the other, and the latter is able to use the soul of the other to control the former's body. ”

Myris finished the final debugging procedures and breathed a long sigh of relief: "To put it simply, this parasite that transcends the laws of nature can strip out the soul of the parasite and inject it into the mother's body. The body that has been deprived of its soul has become a puppet that the mother can freely control. ”

Throat Bone looked at the tyrant and soul resurrection worm in the tank, and said with a smile: "Until now, this cute little guy has not had an official name. ”

"What are you going to call it?"

The throat bone groaned for a moment, and suddenly spoke: "Burial." ”

Myris frowned, "Funeral? strange name." ”

"The god you know as you know each other accuses mankind of seven deadly sins, gluttony, lust, anger, laziness, sorrow, conceit, and arrogance, but, in my opinion, human sins come from their heavenly desires, and desires become uncontrollable by the presence of the flesh. ”

Myris looked puzzled: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"The sin of man is the sin of God. The latter, at the beginning of the creation of life, made a huge mistake, he gave the most useless and evil thing to all human beings, that is, life. ”

Myris was shocked: "Life is useless and evil, what the hell are you talking about?!"

"Without life, living beings will no longer be subject to the desires of the flesh, and all meaningless thoughts will be replaced by reason and temperance. Just like the immortals like you and me, we are no longer entangled in moral constraints and emotional constraints, we don't need food, we abandon lust, we are far away from anger and sorrow, we are never satisfied with the present moment, and we push everything with action. ”

The larynx opened its arms: "We are the best way for consciousness to exist, and life, what is life?"

Myris took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously.

"Life is a plague of pain, a snare of evil gods, and the source of all evil. And these parasites in front of us will be the burial angels of all life!"