"Let me introduce myself, my name is Fink. The makers and owners of the unfortunate things you've dealt with. Frank said.

In other words, I am the so-called sufferer. Frank said with a smile.

"Phew!" Roland snorted coldly and said, "Bitter Lord, a guy who desecrates corpses is also worthy of being a bitter master, your disgusting experiments on those poor mortals are enough to put you at the stake, bastard wizard!"

Frank whispered to the little octopus lying in the crystal cover, "Lift them up, let the tentacles be contaminated with drug No. 3, and record their physiological values." I want to know exactly how much the power of faith has transformed the human body. ”

The two poor saints had no idea what they were up against, they just felt that their bodies were inexplicably tall, and then they were brought to the level of the high platform.

At this time, on the high platform, there were only various crystal screens facing them, but they couldn't see what was on them. In the center of the platform, a small octopus in a glass cover was watching the two of them. Directly in front of them, a man in a white coat was smiling at them.

The moment they saw Frank, the two women only felt a burst of pain in their brains, and then a warm white light appeared in their brains. Then the terrifying feeling of tearing souls apart gradually disappeared. Only then did the two realize that a piece of their memory was still missing, but they couldn't recall it anyway, and as long as they tried to remember, it was a sharp pain.

"I want to ask you one thing, two dear young ladies. Frank whispered, a faint blue light flashing in his eyes, "Do you know what it's like to be weak?"

"Weak?" Roland and Falla's expressions froze suddenly. They are all lucky ones who have been chosen by God since childhood, and have been praised and honored by others since they were children, and the Bishop has said more than once that if the God of the Harvest is still there, they should now have a city of the Son named after them.

"Looks like you don't. Frank said, "Then you shouldn't be able to relate to it, but I should have a way for you to understand it." ”

With Frank's words, two slippery tentacles entered the clothes of the two pure saints along the gaps in the clothes, and then the skin of the two saints took on a faint pink. And the big screen in front of Frank's eyes began to feedback countless data, which seemed to interest Frank. He keenly noticed that the two saints had actually had physiological reactions, but their brains were completely unaffected.

It's inconceivable that most of the human response is governed by the brain, and even if there are neural responses that are not innervated by the brain, information is still transmitted back to the brain. The same is true of this complex hormone secretion, but even after their skin shows emotion, their brains still react like stones.

Physiological responses are detached from the brain? It's not scientific.

Increased monitoring of brain reactions, and a female corpse of similar age to two people was selected from the batch of corpses sent to the analysis room.

Frank ordered.

The octopus reacted quickly, and then Roland and Falla saw a thick metal tentacle slowly rise from under their feet, and the tentacle seemed to be grasping a chest. Finally, the box was placed on a high platform, and when the box was opened, a girl's naked body was revealed.

"Don't you have a sense of etiquette for nudity, or is it simply a lack of ethics for normal people?"

"Fila," Roland and Falla said in surprise.

"Looks like you really know this young lady, so it will make the rest of the matter much easier. Frank chuckled and said, "Next, it's up to me to explain the trivial work I've done." ”

Fira sat up slowly on the ground, turning her head to look at Falla and Roland, her eyes filled with supplication and deep despair.

"Help me, please, save me. Fira said dryly. The hoarse voice made her voice, even in the quiet of the underground space, still difficult to hear. But it was clear that Roland and Falla had heard clearly, because their emotional curves had finally taken a big turn.

"What did you do to Fira? What the hell did you want to do to her? Let her go, let Fira go! Damn evil wizard, you should be burned at the stake, you should go to the purge! filthy fellow, unclean thing!" Roland scolded.

But Falla's emotional curve took a sharp turn and regained her composure.

But that was enough for Frank, and the screen faithfully recorded an unusual disturbance that calmed Falla's emotions.

"Is this what is called divine power? Abandon unwanted emotions, Roland is a warrior and can have anger, but Falla is a priest so he doesn't need the extreme emotion of anger. Selectively interfering with emotions is a really interesting power. Frank said softly.

"What are you muttering there?" Roland glared at Frank and asked, "What the hell are you going to do to Fira, you damn wizard?"

"It's nothing, just think about which one will have the greatest visual impact on you, the orcs or the bugs. Frank replied, "But in the end, I didn't think that kind of heavy picture was really for me." ”

As he spoke, Frank took out a small and delicate blade from the side and pointed Fila at Roland and Falla. The blade swiped across Fira's neck, blood splattering out, staining the ground and the hem of Frank's coat red.

"Who told you to put so much plasma pressure? I want it to flow slowly over the tip of my knife, and then slowly flow down the skin of my body to the ground, staining the beauty of the ground red. Not this feeling of cracked sewer pipes. And that vocal cord, did you air dry the vocal cord?", Frank scolded.

"What you said we wanted to restore as much as possible was already air-dried, and it was difficult for us to do it. A twitter, timid voice responded.

But the effect has obviously been achieved, and the emotional curve of the two is like a roller coaster of violent ups and downs. It seems that there is a force forcibly suppressing the emotions of the two, but the excessive impact still makes the emotions of the two gradually rise.

"Looks like you're obviously feeling that way, ladies. Frank said politely: "Watching the person you want to protect die in front of your eyes but can't do anything, watching the person you like throw into the arms of others but dare not fight for it, watching the world gradually fall into the quagmire but can only drown with it." ”

"There is no hope, there is no light, every second of life is a handout from the big people. The bigwigs eat their bone marrow and feed the rest to the dogs, while they have to fight the rats in the underground tunnels. ”

"This is the weak, the greatest original sin in the world, even if weak. All the suffering you endure is because you are too weak. Of course you don't understand, dear miss. Because you were born to eat their bone marrow, they are the cornerstones of the world, but the fate of all cornerstones is to be trampled on by others to wipe your boots clean. ”

"My subordinate, Will, is what you call a filthy merchant. His parents were killed when they were forced into debt, and he spent thirteen years working for a watchmaker, paying off less than a tenth of his debt, before his sister was taken away to pay off the debt. A week later, the creditor told her to retrieve her sister's body and told him that the debt had been written off. ”

"All the people under my command who have undergone transformation are voluntary. They know they're going to turn into twisted monsters, but just give them a chance to live on their own. They are all willing to give away everything they have, do you want to ask your God? Why don't they give people dignity when they say they want to make the world believe?"

"The world has never been fair, some people are born high, and some people will fight each other for a little food. How long have you not been hungry, how long have you not been cold, but how many people in this world have starved to death, how many have froze to death? This is this unfortunate world, Miss, cold and desperate. ”

"You just said I was a blasphemer? Yes, miss, I'm just a damn blasphemer. But at least I give dignity to man, unlike your gods, who only ask for faith. ”

"I give all those who are willing to work for me the power to resist. Now no one can take away their relatives and children without a penny, no so-called aristocratic lord will appear at his door and take him away to do hard labor, no wizard will break the door and ask him if he would cooperate with the experiment. When all people have the power to hurt those who are above it, the world will be much easier. Frank whispered, but used his psychic powers to make sure that every word of his mind reached the ears of the two.

In Roland and Falla's brains, white light flickered desperately trying to counteract their increasingly unstable emotions. But a light blue light invaded in, directly facing the white light, and the white light was quickly defeated. And Roland and Falla's emotions also exceeded the threshold in an instant like a flood that burst the embankment, but Frank had a relaxed expression on his face at this time.