Moreau's memories are actually quite confusing.

Although the current Moreau is a member of the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" like Rebecca, whether it is him or Rebecca, they are essentially the "experimental subjects" of the "Doomsday Apocalypse" plan, the only difference may be that Rebecca's experience is relatively smooth, while Moreau's past is much more bumpy.

Most of the memories in Moreau's mind had gone blank, and the few memories that remained were fragmented—he couldn't remember his childhood, childhood, and adolescence, all of which seemed to him to be non-existent, and the starting point of Moreau's memories was one early morning years ago.

As if he had slept well, Moreau finally opened his eyes, and all he saw was corpses everywhere, surrounded by new Imperial warriors in various heavy protective gears, who confronted Moreau as if they were on the verge of a great enemy, and everyone's face was full of horror and fear written under the thick mask.

Then Morrow looked down at his hands, he didn't know why he was in this place, and why those people were pointing guns at him, but one thing was for sure, these corpses were probably related to him.

Everything that had been was buried deeper in Moreau's memory for some reason, and even the name "Moreau" was newly given to him by him, Moreau didn't think about figuring out what his original identity was, the key was that he tried his best, and there was still no way to retrieve his lost memories.

And every time Moreau tried to find a memory in the depths of his mind, the inexplicable anger would instantly fill his entire body, and the ensuing pain would make him go crazy, and finally when Moreau opened his eyes again, a large corpse would appear in front of him.

This scene was repeated many times, and Moreau finally realized that the reason why he couldn't remember the past may not be because of other reasons, but his subconscious actively blocked the relevant memories in order to protect himself, and if he continued to force it, it would only bring more harm to more innocent people.

Moreau has never been a person who likes to kill, and it is definitely not groundless that there will be rumors in the new empire that he is the "Killer Demon King", both of which are true, that is, it is difficult for outsiders to understand Moreau's true state of mind and misunderstand him.

Even so, Moreau said that it was impossible not to retrieve his memory, no one would willingly live in a daze, and the same was true for Moreau, if it weren't for the fear that he would hurt the innocent if he went crazy again, Moreau would really rather suffer the pain that seemed to burn his soul to ashes again and again, and also to recover his memory.

Strangely, the new Empire's higher-ups didn't seem to want Moreau to do this, and instead of providing him with relevant help, they secretly obstructed it in every possible way, so much so that Moreau began to wonder if his buried memories were related to the New Empire's higher-ups.

However, Moreau quickly dismissed this possibility, because he could not experience the pain that tormented his soul in the high-ranking of the new empire, so Moreau worked for the new empire while trying to figure out what had happened to him.

Intermittently, to this day.

It wasn't the first time Moreau had met the all-metal giant scorpion, he had been to the barren land many times before for various reasons, and almost every time he would deal with all kinds of test subjects, the other test subjects were fine, but it was this all-metal giant scorpion that would make Moro feel very familiar, like an old friend.

But Morrow also knew that the all-metal giant scorpion would not be a "friend" with him, at best he was just an "acquaintance".

The first few times there were no too suitable opportunities, Moreau could either only watch the all-metal giant scorpion gallop back and forth in the barren land from afar, or there were other people around him, and Moreau was not convenient to move.

This time Moreau finally seized a good opportunity, - Rebecca, who came with him, was still missing, and without these eyes on him, it would be more convenient for Moreau to do whatever he wanted.

So Morrow made up his mind and followed the all-metal giant scorpion to see where its nest was, and maybe he could find his lost memories.

……

The turtledove felt so cold.

"Hiss......"

Before his eyelids opened, the turtledove's mouth trembled first, and he subconsciously wanted to hold his arm to slow down the loss of body temperature and warm himself up, but found that his wrist was fixed.

"What the hell is this place?"

The turtledove, who opened his eyes, looked at the surrounding environment, and saw that it was a small room that was not very spacious, at most ten square meters, with bare walls, bare ceilings, and not even a lamp, and the lighting was all based on a little light from the iron doors and windows, so the internal light was slightly dim.

There was nothing in the room, and the turtledove was fixed to the wall facing the iron door, with iron rings embedded in the wall on both hands and feet, and the neck and waist were all like this.

The ragged clothes are still the same rags, the turtledove is ragged as if it is a flower child, and the appearance of the gray face is the same as before, that is, there is a green in the messy hair, which is the trace left by the poisonous fog.

"Oh, I remember."

After a short period of memories, Turtledove remembered what had happened before, - he and the little worm managed to get a vehicle from the camp of the vulture castle, but they were chased by the "elite team" who followed closely behind, and were on the run for their lives, when the all-metal giant scorpion that had been covered in armor chased after him from behind.

The sudden all-metal giant scorpion anesthetized everyone in the "elite squad" with a poisonous mist, and the same was true for the insects, but the turtledove persisted under the poisonous fog for a long time with its special physique, but it couldn't stand the all-metal giant scorpion spraying violently at the turtledove's head, so the turtledove also rolled its eyes and lost consciousness.

Now the turtledove has just woken up.

After seeing the situation around him and what had happened before, the turtledove exerted all his strength to see if he could break free from the shackles of these iron rings, but the turtledove was unable to exert 10% of his strength, and a strong electric current made his hair stand on end.

"What the hell," the turtledove began to smoke from the top of its head, "why is this thing still electrified?" ”

The turtle dove, who had suffered a small loss, simply stopped struggling in vain, and what he was most worried about at the moment was the safety of the worm.