In the dark and deep underground palace, the hum of magic suddenly broke the silence in the air.

Steady magical power was infused with crystal, and one by one the magic crystal lamps embedded in the walls lit up, illuminating the vast hall space.

The floor of the hall was covered with shimmering runes and magical lines, and countless pillars that seemed to be a mixture of flesh and plants stood on both sides of the hall, the surface of those pillars was uneven, and the sunken gaps seemed to flow blood with a dark red shimmer, and vines or vein-like "biomass cords" grew from the tops and roots of the pillars, and meandered into the rune matrix on the roof and the ground, and on the walls behind these pillars, Rows of crystal ball-shaped transparent containers are neatly inlaid into the dark red walls.

Inside those crystal balls, creepy biological tissues floated, soaked in a thin, reddish biomass solution, wriggling and contracting unconsciously, like sleeping demon eggs.

At the end of the hall, there was a large rift—not a wall, but an opening in some kind of underground rift, and beyond the breach, there was a vast space shrouded in a dim red light.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, and a tall, thin figure in a black burqa walked into the hall.

He walked unhurriedly past the "pillars" that were trembling slightly, his eyes swept over the surface of each pillar, he patiently and meticulously checked the state of these "embryo containers", and a hoarse and muffled voice came from under the hood—

"yes, that's good...... Grow up so fast...... It's not in vain that I prepared all those biomass ...... for you."

A cold female voice suddenly came from not far away, interrupting the black-robed man's self-talk: "Heaton, you're really getting more and more disgusting when you're with these embryos. ”

The black-robed man didn't reply: "Bertila, have you forgotten the politeness of knocking on the door?" ”

With the sound of roots rubbing against the stone floor, Bertila, who was half-human, half-tree in a green priest's robe, stepped out of the shadows of the entrance to the hall, and she glanced at Heaton not far away: "It's a pity that your disgusting hall has no door at all. ”

The black-robed man turned around and took off the hood on his head, revealing a pale and shriveled face, and he looked at Bertila coldly: "When you were cultivating the first batch of Divine Evil Embryos, you didn't say they were disgusting. ”

"It's the aesthetics of the hall that is disgusting, not the embryos," Berthira frowned as she looked at the neatly arranged "pillars" and the crystal containers embedded in the walls on either side, "can't you design these biomass sacs and artificial egg shells in some less disgusting way?" Or at least wrap them up with something...... You're a rancid slaughterhouse rather than a state-of-the-art laboratory. ”

"It's a shame that you can't comprehend the beauty of flesh art, but I'm willing to understand," Heaton casually scoffed, "If you spend a few more days in the flesh and blood, you'll surely understand the beauty of these most primitive creatures ......"

Bertila directly interrupted Heaton's slightly nervous speech: "Enough, I'm not interested in learning about what twisted and bizarre knowledge the 'gods' stuffed you with when they whisper in your head, I'm just here to learn about the growth of the god's evil embryos - the Grand Imam needs to confirm whether the god factors in these embryos have been successfully activated, and he needs to confirm the effect of the pseudo-god's body on them." ”

Heaton grinned, an ugly smile appearing on his gloomy face: "Of course, as you can see, this place is full of life—the divine element of human genetic factors has been inherited for hundreds of years, and it still exists vigorously in every human being, and as long as it is induced by the right mutation, everyone is a god...... Thanks should be given to our compatriots in the wasteland, who have recently provided timely and valid data, and all embryos are moving in the desired direction. ”

Bertila nodded, and walked unhurriedly to a "pillar", stretching out her hand to feel the slight tremor and temperature in the depths of this "pillar". The seemingly motionless pillars were alive, and she could feel the regular pulsations hidden beneath the rough skin, as steady and powerful as the beating of her heart.

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

For a moment, this extremely brief question flashed through Beltila's mind, but in the next second, she refreshed and reset the brain tissue and corresponding hormones that produced this question - this superficial question could not have come from herself, it was most likely the remnants of some assimilated phagosome trying to influence her judgment, and it was not the first time something like this had happened.

She didn't care about it.

"Very well, the Grand Imam will be satisfied," Bertila nodded slightly, "It's an order from the Grand Imam to make sure that these special 'initiate' sins reach maturity as soon as possible." ”

Heaton looked at Berthira with a cold gaze from behind, and he was slightly annoyed in his heart, annoyed at the woman's arrogant attitude, at her arrogance in front of him in the name of the Grand Imam, but he couldn't help it.

Bertila is the most senior imam of the Society of the Dead, a seemingly human woman who has extended her life for seven centuries by using forbidden spells to devour and absorb other lifeforms. She is still nominally a "patriarch", but in reality, her status is somewhere between the imam and the grand patriarch.

Only she was able to walk through the deepest corridors of the dungeon unscathed, and stay in the Grand Imam's chamber for long periods of time, the whispers of the malevolent gods that would not drive her insane, and the unbelievable ability to look directly at the flesh and blood of the gods would not pollute her soul, making her unshakable position in the Order.

Heaton thought maliciously that perhaps the secret of Bertilla's defense against divine consciousness in the depths of the dungeon was that she had been twisted into a monster, or that she had been a monster since the beginning, her soul and flesh had rotted and mutated, but that she had just been twisted into a human form.

Turning her back to Heaton, Bertila said without looking back, "Imam Heaton, I don't mind if you look at me with a faux look, but you've been watching for too long. ”

Heaton just snorted back.

Bertila didn't care, she just turned around and said unhurriedly, "I don't know if you've gotten the news that the Ansu have already begun to repair the barrier, and Gawain Cecil ...... Personally went to the South. ”

"I've heard that Gauvin Cecil found a way in the Dark Mountains and drove straight into the Black Forest," Heaton said casually, "but our sentry didn't bring back any more news. ”

"Several of the sentinels died unexpectedly, and the remaining sentries did not dare to go any further," Bertila looked into Heaton's eyes, "One of the sentinels sent back a report that bordered on hysteria - don't you think it's funny that he calls the Cecils madmen and demons?" ”

“…… Interesting, because the title has always been given to us by outsiders," Heaton raised an eyebrow, "and it looks like the sentry is delirious." What happened to him? ”

"The Cecils are using powerful magical devices to carve out their territory at will, and they are even using them meaninglessly to bombard the wasteland, and the hapless sentinels ...... He and a few other sentries happened to be around there," Bertila shook her head, "The key issue now is that it seems that Cecil is not going the way we expected, and that they have become an uncontrollable factor......

"Uncontrollable ......"

Heaton muttered softly, followed by a contemptuous laugh.

He came to the nearest pillar and waved his hand to activate the pillar's biomass shell—

"It's just a bunch of mortals who can fight with the help of magic props, how can the power of the 'gods' be able to fight with a few explosive props!!"

The dark red biomass squirmed violently, and in an instant, it shrank back towards the roof and the ground like a frightened magic vine, and after this creepy "shell" receded, the scene inside the pillar also appeared in front of Bertila-

A mutated humanoid creature floated silently in a translucent tubular container, almost twice as tall as a human, with dark skin and thick, swollen joints, countless crystal-like growths covering the surface of its limbs, and subtle sparks of energy flowed between those crystal clusters all the time, indicating that the giant not only had a powerful body, but also extraordinary magical powers.

Heaton looked up at the terrifying mutant giant with a smile on his face, "Nothing is more powerful than a great evolution, Imam Bertila, don't you think so?" ”

Bertila quietly looked at the "Divine Sin" in the tubular container, her face calm: "Collect your fanaticism, no one knows the Great Evolution better than I do - you'd better close the biomass sac before this mutant wakes up and gets out of control, you know, it takes a lot of good corpses to activate this first batch of Divine Sin." ”

With that, the imam ignored Heaton and walked to the end of the hall.

She walked over to the massive rift at the end of the hall and stared at the wide space beyond the breach.

A wide underground rift valley stretches into view, with huge ropeways, bridges, and natural stone beams connecting the cliffs on either side of the rift, and on those dizzying bridges, countless walking corpse-like figures are hobbling forward under the watchful eye of the heavily protective church overseers.

At the bottom of the rift valley is the "River of Blood" filled with crimson light, countless thick chains crisscrossing above the River of Blood, fixing an indescribable mass of flesh and blood, in the steaming heat of the River of Blood, the mass of flesh beats like a heart, each beat, stronger and more powerful than the last.

This is the abyss of flesh and blood.

The entire underground palace was built on the top of this rift of flesh and blood.

The walking dead were slaves, victims of capture from all over the world—mostly paupers, and a few less powerful wandering warriors and mercenaries.

In this era, it was not difficult to secretly capture some commoners from various noble territories to serve as slaves, especially in the event of famine and war, and the disappearance of some poor people would not attract anyone's attention at all.

But things have changed slightly: the Duchy of Cecil has risen at an astonishing rate, they have created a complex and tight surveillance system, and the disappearance of even a single civilian will attract security personnel, and the increasing number of magical surveillance devices in the Duchy of Cecil has made unauthorized spell casting extremely dangerous, and it has become almost impossible to capture people from the south in recent times.

But the slaves captured from outside the southern borders can still meet the needs of the flesh and blood - this Ansu civil war has brought not only enough flesh and blood, but also enough slaves.

Bertila gazed at the slaves staggering down the passage, and then her gaze moved beyond the doomed victims to the chain-held mass of flesh at the bottom of the rift.

Nourished by a large amount of human biomass, and under the combination of a large number of "divine sin" factors, that mass of flesh and blood tissue has become more and more mature.

The moment when the "body of the false god" awakens is just around the corner.