The Holy Alliance, as an international alliance that surpasses the United Nations, needs huge funds to run behind it. In addition to the membership fee sponsorship of the member countries, the most important thing is the unknown business operated by the organization itself.

Through genetically modified people, the Holy Alliance has obtained the best quality combat soldiers, the Heavenly Punisher. This makes the special operations capabilities of the Holy Alliance more than a hundred times more than those of special forces around the world. At the same time, in order to obtain economic benefits, the organization began to cultivate a new genetically modified human, the goddess of love. Eighty percent of these genetically modified people are girls, the remaining two percent are men, and sixty percent of men are sissies. The Goddess of Love has an artist's elaborate face, is well-versed in the history and talents of the world, can sing and dance, and emits brain waves that can arouse the affection of the opposite sex. Some goddesses of love are packaged as stars for long-term investments. And some of it will be marketed to some wealthy people as pastimes to earn money. Of course, artificial humans are to be condemned by people from all walks of life. Therefore, the organization does this very secretly. The bases are located in Siberia, the Sahara Desert, and the Arctic. Although this can avoid the accusation of social morality, it cannot stop human greed. There are always some people who can smell the money, so they will do everything possible to infiltrate the three bases mentioned above, steal the goddess of love, and sell it to the black market for huge profits. Because these companies are illegal in their own right, and because of the Holy Alliance's international status, the Holy Alliance cannot militarize their protection. In order to avoid losses, the Holy Alliance decided to send the Seven Original Sins to guard these bases. Azfar is the Seven Original Sins, the top of the strength of the Heavenly Punisher, and was originally ordered to crusade against the **** entrenched in Africa. But because the bases in Siberia have been repeatedly ransacked, a large number of goddesses of love have disappeared. He was sent to Siberia to protect the base.

Siberia, the place of origin of the north wind. Most of the cold air in East Asia in winter originates here. With sparse meadows, muddy rivers, and biting cold, it's hard to imagine humans surviving here for centuries. When Azfar stepped on the empty and lonely meadow, he felt an endless loneliness. In the past, constantly rushing to the battlefield, killing with one enemy and a hundred, he did not have time to think about the meaning of loneliness and emptiness. But now, all the negative emotions of humanity are doubling down on him. Especially when Azfar killed hundreds of criminals who stole the goddess of love, and no one dared to come again, really, he felt bored with horror. It stretches life infinitely, first making people restless, and then making people gradually become numb and slowly lose their thinking.

The low population density of Siberia makes Azfar feel pitiful, and he is bored and decides to hunt animals, and he does not know where the wolves came from. In short, when he saw the wolves, he was like a man who had not eaten for three days saw bread. Hurriedly pounced on it and began to hunt. In the process of hunting, Azfar found that the wolf's eyes before death were very similar to humans, there was an ineffable truth in them, and he had a sense of being alive.

Out of boredom, Azfar was reluctant to kill all the beasts. In order to keep the animals' innocent eyes, he used an infrared detector to find their children. Tormented one by one in front of them, playing with a wolf cub for a day, feeling the anger and despair of the she-wolf.

"Aren't you a little too bored?"

One day, while Adzfar was admiring the eyes of a wolf cub before it died, a voice from behind spoke, which sounded like a sweet cream cake on the surface, but the owner of the sound was a true Grim Reaper.

"Aren't you repeating all these boring things like me?" Azfar asked rhetorically, not looking at the person talking behind him, but took out a dagger and began to slowly cut the neck of the wolf cub, anyway, it was still a long time to be bored, and he was not in a hurry to kill the wolf cub.

"I had to do it, and you seem to be enjoying killing people."

"You've come all the way from the Middle East, not to preach me?" Azfar said unhurriedly, just like the knife in his hand. Azfar was going to spend fifteen minutes cutting the skin on the wolf cub's neck.

"I don't have a problem with you killing people for fun, after all, I have no right to interfere with other people's hobbies. However, it would be a bit too much for you to kill the staff of the organization. ”

"I'm not saying it, it's poachers."

"Don't be fooled, the eyes of those staff members before they died were similar to those of these wolves, with hatred and fear in their hearts. If you were shot in the head by a poacher, you wouldn't have had such an expression before you died. ”

"You're looking closely, little girl. That's right, it's my idle boredom and killing and playing. What do you want, a killer doesn't kill people, go to the work of a shepherd dog, and no one will go crazy. I wish the organization had removed my title of the Seven Original Sins sooner rather than later, and let me go to the Chosen War again to find the thrill of life. Azfar said that with a strong hand, he accidentally cut the wolf cub's trachea at once. The charming eyes closed instantly, and in a fit of rage, he threw the dagger directly at the voice behind him.

Behind Azfar was a blonde woman, who dodged the dagger he threw with one side of her head. "The Chosen War will not let you participate, but if you kill your own people with such impunity, I guarantee that you will only watch the gate here for the rest of your life."

"Then I'll kill everyone here."

"Then you still have to stay in this icy Siberia forever." The woman walked away, much to Azfar's annoyance. Obviously the same seven original sins, but I don't know why, the organization always gives things to this Oriental girl, and she has become a gatekeeper.

Azfar, who was bored in every way, regretted that he had exterminated all the criminals, so that they would not have the courage to come and have fun with me again. He was like a lonely wild ghost, wandering around the base in Siberia. Until one day, Azfar came to Lab 207. When he heard that there was a brand new VR game there, he was ready to have fun with it.

However, the game is also very boring, especially the eyes of the dead, which have no sense of realism at all, and are made like puppets. Azfar angrily removed his VR eyes. The staff next to them were very surprised, it took them three days to pass the level as doctoral students, but they didn't expect Azfar to finish all the levels in three hours. He was not prepared to respond to the compliments of the staff, and walked to the door boringly, worried about the boring life that followed.

"Hey, wait a minute." A girl's voice rang in Azfar's ear, but he ignored it and continued to walk towards the door. "Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute, uncle. "It's getting louder. He faintly heard the staff whispering, "Quiet." But the voice didn't decrease in the slightest decibels, and she continued to scream, not knowing who she was calling, but her voice was really noisy. Azfar drew his quantum sword, ready to cut off the annoying guy's head.

"Don't be angry, this kid is not sensible." The staff said apologetically to Azfar, who turned his head. "Today I will make her sensible." Azfar feigned rage, rejoicing in his heart about the impending killing. Seeing this, the staff didn't say anything, and pointed at the source of the noise. Azfar looked in the direction the staff was pointing and saw an oval tube filled with a green liquid with a mouth in the middle of it, shaped like loose pork sold in the wet market.

"Uncle, I've called you several times, why don't you ignore me." The mouth was long, and it seemed to be angry. It seems that she is the goddess of love who has not yet taken shape.

"Little girl, isn't it good to live?" Azfar said as he drew his sword and continued to approach the container, whatever it was, Azfar would die if he was unhappy. "How so?" The mouth was a little innocent, unaware of his situation. "Isn't it good to be alive, I don't know, maybe it's more fun to die than to live!" Hearing this, Azfar stopped.

"Uncle, I heard that the soul leaves the body after death, isn't that great? You don't have to be trapped in this little cage. You can go outside to see the sky, listen to the birds, and smell the flowers. Wouldn't it be much freer? Hearing the mouth speak happily, Azfar realized that the fellow didn't know what death was. Azfar loved to hear the wails of people before they died, to look at their pale faces, to play with their emotions. But now, it's so cheap to let this guy die.

"Uncle, don't go, don't you want me to die? How to go. The mouth shouted. Azfar ignored her. "Hey, hey, uncle, don't go. Do you like me anymore, and you are reluctant to let me die. I know there is such a thing as love at first sight between people of the opposite sex, but please, for my happiness, please let me die. Hey, hey. Her voice gradually turned to pleading. If you really fall in love with me, and you are reluctant to let me die, please come and talk to me every day, it's really boring here. ”

"Love, you thought I'd like a guy who doesn't have a mouth, a pretty skin, and a funny soul." Azfar said with a sneer.

"Then why don't you kill me." The mouth asked strangely.

"You don't have the value of being killed."

"Then how can I be worthy of being killed?" She asked like a child who likes to learn. "At least please me."

"How can I please you, I don't have breasts yet, but the staff said that I will grow it in the future. Will it please you then? ”

"It's noisy, it's noisy!" Azfar shouted loudly, not even knowing what was going on. "Listen to me, I swear, I'll let you die a painful death. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the surname Amofat. Azfar shouted and left the laboratory, and before closing the door, he heard the mouth say, "Then my death will trouble you." ”

When he returned to his room, for some reason, Azfar's mind was filled with the girl's delicate voice. "Annoying, annoying." Azfar muttered to herself, since she wanted to die so much, let her die. But I must let her know the fear of death, so that I can please me and relieve my anger. Yes, you have to let her know the joy of being alive before she doesn't want to die. Okay, so Azfar thought, just such a simple plan, and before he knew it, three hours passed.

The next day, Azfar returned to Lab 207. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the terrifying expressions of the staff. Most of the staff were pale, keeping their heads down and trying to avoid Azfar's gaze. And the mouth shouted excitedly, "Good morning, uncle, here, here, Hua Yao Cunxi is here." ”

Azfar walked to the place with a displeased expression. "Listen to me." Azfar spoke in a commanding tone. "It's a very happy thing to be alive, it's terrible to die, and when you die, there's nothing."

"Why is it a joy to be alive?" Cunxi asked puzzled.

"Alive, of course happy. You can eat a lot of food, you can look at the sky, you can look at the sea, you can also talk to the opposite sex, and you can kill people. If you die, you can't do any of that. Azfar said impatiently, he hollowed out his head and did not expect that he, a wicked man full of evil, would one day give someone else an ideological education lesson.

"Killing, why is killing happy." “

Killing, people will show a very funny expression before they die, and blood will make people forget all their troubles with excitement. You haven't killed anyone, and you don't know how happy it is. ”

"Really?" Cunxi said with some skepticism. "Is it because I can't show a satisfied expression that I can lead you to, so Uncle won't kill me? Then I've got to live well. The staff said that out of our 500 primary test subjects, only 10 of them could eventually grow a flawless face. I really don't know if I'll be able to wait until my uncle kills me. ”

Hearing this, Azfar was stunned for a moment, not knowing why. "So." The mouth smiled and said, "Uncle has to come to see me every day, maybe I can live in this case." I have a beautiful face so that I can be satisfied when my uncle kills me. ”

"Oh, then you're going to have to work hard to live so that I'm happy."

"Hmm". The mouth shook its jaw. For some reason, something seemed to be in his eyes. Azfar hurriedly turned his head and hurried away

"Hey, uncle, why didn't you leave without a word."

"I'm a little busy."

"Then, you should be busy first, but remember to come back to see Cunxi when you are done." Azfar nodded. "Goodbye." Chunxue shouted.

From the day Azfar became the Seven Original Sins, no one had ever said the word "goodbye" to him. Except for the man who gave him the task, everyone was afraid of him and hated Azfar. If Azfar didn't have the strength, I'm afraid he would have been torn apart by the five horses a long time ago. Therefore, the only way to survive is to keep getting stronger, and keep mutilating the lives around you to prove your ferocity. Only in this way can others be afraid and dare not pick up themselves. However, today there is a fool who wants to live for himself and then die for himself. For the first time, I felt like I was in the sand.

Every day after that, Azfar went to see Hua Yao Cunxi, and for some reason, although the two of them chatted every day and were not on the same channel, they spent more and more time together every day. Hua Yao Cunxi changes every day, and every night Azfar worries about whether he will be able to see her. In particular, in order to show off his talent to Cunxi, he said that he wrote the poems of some famous poets by himself. While reciting the poems, Azfar's mind also underwent a wonderful change. His knife became more and more blunt, and his eyes gradually took on the aura of a poet. After Hua Yao Cunxi heard these poems, she even regarded Azfar as a god-like worshipper. Azfar also enjoyed the feeling of being liked, and he often woke up laughing when he dreamed of chatting with Cunxi.

In this way, Azfar, who never remembered the date, got along with Hua Yao Cunxi for a year since February 14th. Watch her go from the shape of a mouth to a human form. And when Cunxi has eyes, Azfar and Cunxi have another language. There is a kind of innocence in Hua Yao Cunxi's eyes that Azfar can't say, this simplicity is more real and happier than those eyes before death. Sometimes, two people just look at each other through a glass enclosure and don't say anything until the sun sets in the west, when they look at each other and smile, say goodbye to each other and say "goodbye." ”

Hua Yao Cunxi's body quickly matured, and her body began to change slowly, and secondary sexual characteristics appeared. However, her attention became more and more loose, and she often fell asleep while chatting.

"Uncle, don't you seem to have told me your name yet?" Hua Yao Cunxi asked with half-open eyes in a container filled with liquid.

"Azfar. Amofat. Azfar said, his eyes full of melancholy.

"What a name for the soil." Hua Yao Cunxi complained.

"Although my name is earthy, but my feelings are very romantic, Cunxi, I wrote another poem today, read it to you. Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. ”

"It's so well written, and I like Azfar's poems the most." Hua Yao Cunxi tried to squeeze out a smile, although she knew that a famous Indian poet had also written this poem, but Cunxi felt that Azfar did not copy his poems, but Azfar thought of these verses more than a hundred years later than Tagore.

"Azfar, thank you for being with Cunxi for so long, thank you very much." Hua Yao Cunxi read word by word, and then closed her eyes, like a drowned corpse floating in a green container.

Cunxi's eyes were still open, but they were dead and silent, and Azfar's eyes were tinged with nightmarish desolation.

There have been many recent conversations in which Cunxi would fall asleep inexplicably, and Azfar would patiently wait for her to wake up each time, and then continue to show off his talent that was not his. But this time, Azfar felt that the words he had just said were probably the final farewell. Because Hua Yao Cunxi's appearance disappeared in an instant in front of his eyes, he could only see an empty container filled with green liquid now. His eyes could not see the dying man. "Someone! Someone! Azfar shouted nervously.

Soon the staff began to check Hua Yao Cunxi's body, and the staff stared nervously at Hua Yao Cunxi's physical condition on the screen, while sweating and looking at the knife that Azfar held around his neck from time to time.

"I'm sorry, at present, with our technology, we can't save Hua Yao Cunxi. It may not take more than two days for Cunxi to go from dormancy to death. The staff said in a slurping voice, their eyes not daring to look at Azfar's face.

"What are you talking about?" Azfar raised his knife and fell, and the assistant who served tea and water next to him instantly turned in half, and blood covered the white uniforms of the staff.

The staff was so frightened that they fell out of their chairs and fell to their knees. "Wait a minute, I still have a way, you can go to Professor Zhang Hongwei, that guy is the original and most powerful expert in the creation of genetic people. If it were him, there would definitely be a way. ”

Azfar didn't say a word, he directly found Zhang Hongwei's current residence in the database, and flew directly over the Pacific Ocean to find this legendary professor without asking for permission from his superiors.

On the way to the professor's residence, Azfar looked up the professor's information. It is true that he is the founder of the Goddess of Love project, and he was at work. The survival rate of the Goddess of Love is 90 percent, but later, Professor Zhang is said to have fallen in love with a Goddess of Love that he had cultivated. However, the goddess of love was bought by a rich man with a lot of money, and in the end, the goddess of love chose to commit suicide. This incident hit Professor Zhang very hard, so he gave up the high salary of 5 million a month and the free use of the world's most advanced laboratory. Alone in a small town, he lived a reclusive life. As a result of Professor Zhang's departure, the survival rate of the Goddess of Love dropped to 11 percent. Due to the plummeting profits from production, the Holy Alliance decided to abandon this plan and devote the resources of the Goddess of Love project to the Angel Descent and the Asura Declaration project. Hua Yao Cunxi is the last batch of products of this plan, after cultivating Hua Yao Cunxi, the goddess of love, out of the North Pole base, the two bases in the Sahara Desert and Siberia will be demolished.

Azfar soon found himself in Professor Zhang's residential building, with its crumbling leaves, cracked walls, and streets full of second-hand electric vehicles. It is more accurate to say that it is not so much a residential building as a slum.

Pushing open the rusty security door, Azfar smelled a smell of alcohol and saw Zhang Hongwei lying on the sofa, the TV on, but his eyes looking at the ceiling. Azfar looked around, and saw that the room had not been well decorated, and there was no furniture or furnishings, and the large living room was very empty, and the most conspicuous thing was that the corner of the living room was full of three rows of jerky, and it seemed that the owner of the house was selling pork jerky.

"You're Professor Zhang, aren't you?" Azfar suppressed his usual temper tantrum and asked as politely as possible.

Professor Zhang did not express any disgust at Azfar's uninvited arrivals, he was obviously used to these uninvited people.

"If you're here to persuade me to return to the organization, then please go back." Professor Zhang said, his eyes still not leaving the ceiling.

"I'm not asking you to go back to the organization, I'm asking you to save someone, if you don't save her, she will die soon."

"Really? But if I save her, I think there will be people who will ask me to work for this reason in the future. The goddess of love is the most beautiful body and a prison for a beautiful soul. I don't want to be a cage anymore, so please go back. ”

"What do you say, today you want to be saved, and if you don't want to be saved, you can be saved." As he spoke, Azfar summoned the quantum sword and waved his hand, and the meat chop in the corner instantly turned into minced meat.

"Really, do you have no other means than coercion and inducement?" The professor smiled drunkenly, his eyes still staring straight at the ceiling, as if looking up at the stars.

With that resolute look in his eyes, Azfar had nothing to do with those who were death-conscious. He knew that threats were useless, but he couldn't think of any other way. He didn't know what to do next with the old professor, so he had to do nothing, like a schoolboy watching him.

About three hours passed, and it was five o'clock in the afternoon. Professor Zhang straightened up and muttered to himself, "It seems that I can't sell meat steaks today, so I have to sell minced meat instead." So he got up and packed the minced meat from a corner of the living room into a bag and went downstairs. Passing by Azfar's shoulder, Professor Zhang told him, "Of course, if there is the blood of the gods, it only takes a drop to revive the person you want to save." ”

Azfar's blood, Azfar was stunned once more. As one of the Eight Desolation artifacts, the blood of the gods is a non-reusable artifact. There are only a hundred drops in total, and it is impossible to use them for anything other than to extend the life of the Alliance Leader and the Eight Great Archons.

Azfar watched Professor Zhang's back as he left the door, lying on the shabby sofa in despair. Now he had no choice but to betray the organization and steal the blood of the gods.