Phrygian Containment Site/Prison Facility.

【Certification——】

The door of the prison he was facing slowly opened, and Xia Xiu stepped in, his golden eyes surveying the dim environment around him, and his gaze inevitably fell on the most eye-catching part of the prison.

In the dimly lit prison cell, a heavy metal chair appeared unusually cold, and behind the chair, the majestic and cold control panel waited silently. Rows of buttons, switches, and indicators form an eerie picture of control, like the baton of death, mercilessly directing the current towards the electric chair.

It sits in a solemn silence, surrounded by an oppressive atmosphere, with the seats and backs of the electric chair wrapped in old leather, and a woman with long wavy red hair restrained to the electric chair.

A strip of black cloth was wrapped around the prisoner's eyes, and a black orb was stuffed into his mouth.

The black strip of cloth on the top of the head carries the curse of silence, which inhibits the peeping of the spirit, and the seal in the mouth is used to imprison the [speech spirit].

Metal shackles were firmly bound to the back of the redhead's legs, and the ground under the chair was hard concrete, without any decoration around it, except for four heavy metal anklets fastened to the ground, which were used to hold the prisoner's legs in place, ensuring that they could not break free while receiving electricity, and a series of belts and straps were ready to be tightly bound to the executor to ensure that she could not escape.

There is a cushion at the head of the electric chair, and the dull color seems to be soaked in the sweat of the prisoner. Next to the headrest is an electrode encased in a translucent mesh metal cover that makes contact with the prisoner's head to ensure that the current penetrates directly through the brain, and thick bundles of wires hang from the ceiling and connect to the back of the chair.

Pedal Pedal –

The sound of footsteps echoed through the closed prison cell, and the bound Lisa Voryanova lifted her sweaty head, her long hair soaked with sweat, clung to her skin in an awkward and unaesthetically unpleasant way.

Volyanova has been here for two days, she has not taken a drop of water in the past two days, the wound on her chest that was blasted out by the fourth sword-wielder in the kingdom of heaven has recovered, but the "gift" left to her by the other party has tormented her all the time, she finds that she cannot get out of this body projection, she is firmly imprisoned in this body.

At this moment, she felt a thick hand press against her cheek, lifting herself up, and the touch of an unfamiliar finger on her cheek brought a slight numbness to it. The palm of his hand lifted her cheek stiffly, and then she felt the restraint of her lips fall, followed by strips of cloth.

The strip of cloth was suddenly lifted, and a blinding bright light was cast into her eyes, as if suddenly from night to dazzling day.

Volyanova's eyes instantly couldn't adjust to the sudden brightness, her pupils contracted suddenly, and a painful expression appeared on her face.

Her eyes narrowed tightly and her forehead furrowed, trying to protect her vision from the intense onslaught of the light. There seemed to be an invisible spark jumping in her eye sockets, and the unbearable tingling sensation spread rapidly, making her involuntarily wriggle her imprisoned body, trying to avoid this piercing light.

After a few moments, she slowly adjusted to the intense light, and her eyes gradually returned to their normal state.

"Ms. Volyanova, meet again."

In the bright light, Volyanova saw the cheek that made her hate and fear again, and the other party's golden eyes carried a soft smile that did not fit here at all.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the panic and discomfort inside.

The feeling of being suddenly illuminated, as if being pulled out of a dark corner, exposed to a relentless light. At that moment, her mind also seemed to be exposed to merciless scrutiny, and she felt an unprecedented vulnerability. She didn't want to admit that vulnerability, so the corners of her pale mouth showed a sneering expression to the blond-haired and golden-eyed youth:

"As a gentleman, it is very indecent to touch a girl's skin for a long time."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I made a bad impression on you." Xia Xiu's face showed an embarrassed expression, his right hand slowly left Volyanova's face, and his left hand adjusted the angle of the strong light to continue to shine on the other party's pale cheeks.

After doing this, he leisurely walked to the chair opposite the electric chair and sat down, quietly looking at the embarrassed Volyanova.

"You kidnapping high-ranking employees of other forces and using lynchings are very different from what you claim to be doing diplomatically, and your lynching is really perfect, it can't be something left over from [Witch's Plague] and [The Battle of the Middle East].

I remember that during the expulsion war known as the Dark Blood Age, the religious power of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth was completely corrupted, and the Templar Church monopolized many fields, including education, culture, and law, and they even dared to openly distort the instructions of Eden, and the Inquisition was about to become a dog of the human power. ”

Voryanova gave a sarcastic look at the blonde youth, who tried to provoke him into death in order to get her death.

Hearing Volyanova's death-seeking ridicule, Xia Xiu raised his hand unhurriedly, and he launched [Private Customization] through the authority of the noble son of [Vashak], and pulled out a book called "The War of Rectification", and the name of the author of the book was engraved under the book - St. Valentine.

This is the name of the first sword-wielder in the kingdom of heaven.

"Yes, that's why there will be a comprehensive reform of stripping away secular power later, and the internal rectification war, the sword-bearer also appeared at this time, the first sword-wielder stepped on the corpses of his past colleagues to take back the secular authority given by the kingdom of heaven; And the reason why the rightists are so resistant to active interference and the [Inspection Department] of the Authority is also because of the fear of losing control, their fear and fear of raising their butcher's knives against their colleagues again - these things are clearly written in the records of the Kingdom of Heaven, placed in the Library of Heaven, and wary of every angel who has just joined. ”

The blonde youth sat comfortably and casually flipped through the books in his hands, and came to a page with illustrations: three thousand men in religious robes kneeling and wailing, the papal crown falling to the ground and being trampled to pieces, and blood-stained angels weeping blood in the rain.

Title page: Never explore the darkness that takes root under the great tree of heaven, which is worse than hell.

"After what is done there will be again, and after what has been done will be done again."

"I am now also facing the problem that St. Valentine is facing, taking back the authority of the kingdom of heaven, but this time the situation is a little different, the situation I am facing seems to be more complicated, but it is easier to deal with." The blond youth's golden eyes quietly erected like snake pupils, and he stared at Volyanova.

"If you want to talk to me about these so-called historical or moral issues, I don't mind talking to you, it doesn't really take much time, I just want [indulgences] from you, I'm not interested in erasing your existence. After all, the Oneiroi live near [Eevee City] in [Dream Realm], and the terrible person known as the [Avenger] lives on the nearby Great Lake, and if I really want to erase you, I probably risk being hunted down by the whole [Eevee City] and cursed by the evil gods. ”

I'd rather you kill me now!

Volyanova looked at the blonde angel and licked her dry lips.

"I have checked your information, how can a person like you be an angel of heaven? Do you love humans? I feel that you love yourself more, the Scarlet King, the Xin Lie Zhi or the Gate Master, the Chaos of the Walking Walk (God of a Thousand Faces), the King of the Yellow Coat, I think they will be more suitable for you. Volyanova asked the blonde youth.

Xia Xiu shrugged his shoulders and replied with a smile:

"Eden loves me even more. I love Heaven, and of course I love humanity, there's no doubt about it. ”

"I, or any other sword-bearer in Heaven, seldom take the initiative to extract knowledge from good and evil, and that's stupid. Everyone maintains basic morality and moves towards the "want" in their hearts, and all angels in high positions tend to increase their strength, not just for survival.

[Human supremacy] is the Kingdom of Heaven's description of the evolutionary goals that human beings can and should even pursue. As individuals, angels will transcend conventional morals and values, become creative individuals, transcend old moral limitations and traditional ideas, and autonomously determine their own actions and values. Angels are no longer bound by traditional religion and morality, but are able to create new values and lifestyles, pursuing individual freedom and strength.

"Angels may not all love the human community, but the angels must love the transcendent nature of humanity. We don't fight to protect second-hand goods, we fight for the transcendence of humanity, I am loyal to heaven because of the will to power in my heart, and the driving force and essence of life is the will to pursue power, growth, and change, and to pursue these to enhance my existence. ”

"I love the transcendent nature of humanity, so, I love humanity."

And what you're talking about, they're worse in nature, they're essentially dependents. You know, human beings have thoughts, and minds can't be killed. But they are capable of destroying the thinking man: their majesty makes humanity worthless before them.

They blur the line between greatness and rot and deprive humanity of the motivation to move forward, they know that great minds and deny what they want to eliminate human happiness, they prevent humanity from thinking and thus control humanity. ”

"They are the haters of mankind, they are the haters of mankind."

"And the angels are their enemies, the kingdom of heaven is their enemies, and I am their enemies—to rebel against the gods who will torment us for eternity, this is the destiny of the angels, this is the destiny of supermen."

Voryanova opened her lips several times to say something, but when she stared into those golden eyes, she chose to shut up at the right time.

Smack-

The blonde young man closed the book in his hand, came to Lisa Volyanova again, looked at her condescendingly and smiled:

"Hand over the [indulgences] in your hand, this is my last humanist statement, if you don't hand it over, then you will be eternally imprisoned in this body, and then the deep darkness of the past will be reproduced in you, and [the ethics committee] will only prompt and not interfere, because they advocate that all men are created equal – all men are created equal.

Are Oneiroi human?

You used to be part of the human race, and then you believed in the King of the [Dream Realm], the Emperor of the Abyss; He hunts down other terrible ones or their families in a terrible manner, and He sometimes helps humanity, and you are a part of what has been helped; He has forsaken your flesh and dwelled forever in the realm of dreams, and your spirit has been stained with His glory and immortalized, and you have called yourselves the High Race······"

[Metatron] appeared behind Xia Xiu, he stretched out his hand and placed it on Volyanova's head, [Supreme Hand] touched the essence of Volyanova, her face looked terrifying in the pale light, like a ghost in the snow.

[Don Quixote Initiation-]

[Ridiculous Pollution, Closed Mind]

"Supreme Hand: Soul Touch—"

"Supreme Hand (Soul Touch + Mind Closed) - Soul Black Box!"

Volyanova's rosy lips were now tightly closed and pale, almost indistinguishable from her face that had lost its blood with fear, and her eyes were wide with indescribable despair and fear, as if what she had seen was not just an angel, but also an indescribable horror behind it.

It would be something more cruel than death, stop him!!

"The reason Resurrection gives you a player-like mentality, and the reason why you claim to be superior is because death is not real death - you know the phrase 'only the Grim Reaper lives forever'? Righteous or not, true or not, I, the kingdom of heaven, the angels have always played the role of the god of death in the eyes of the enemy, and we have given something more cruel than violence, and that is true death.

"Yes, death, death to the enemy, death to the gods, true death to all."

"I've given too many enemies real death along the way, and I've naturally seen those who are arrogant because of 'immortality', and they're all dead now, and it's troublesome to execute you, but for the Oneiroi, there is something more terrible than death, that is, eternal imprisonment, spiritual wear."

"I know that during these two days of claustrophobia, you have put yourself into a deep sleep with your practical spirituality, and human beings or other races are rarely able to achieve the state of spiritual complacency, so, have you experienced real spiritual confinement? Do you know how to destroy a person's mind? ”

[Metatron] grasped Volyanova's soul center channel that linked to [Dream Realm], and layers of [Mythical Factors] spread from his hands, these factors were not destroying, but fixed, and if he did it with all his might, he would fix this channel forever.

And this means that Volyanova will always be with this shell, even if the shell dies, she will live like a walking corpse with the shell, because her soul is immortal in the spiritual realm of the great Abyss Emperor, but she will never return to His embrace, she will live in death.

"You experience the feeling of being claustrophobic first, and I will seal your spirituality and throw you into a black box of the mind - in the beginning, you will have difficulty concentrating, memory loss, confusion in your thinking, and cognitive impairment, and in the black box, the individual will often suffer from sensory deprivation; Subsequently, psychological problems such as depression, anxiety, panic attacks, hallucinations, and delusions may be exacerbated as confinement continues; We then proceed that people who have been in confinement for long periods of time may have suicidal tendencies or self-injurious behavior······"

Volyanova is imprisoned in an eternal black box of the mind, cut off from the outside world and unable to socialize with others.

A week?

One month?

A year?

Volyanova felt like she had spent a century.

In the electric chair, Volyanova's trembling eyelids blinked rapidly, and she tried to break free from the boundless darkness of fear, but the image of that fear was deeply engraved in her pupils, her soul, her spirituality, everything about her.

Her eyes reflect not only her own horror, but also the despair brought about by the deep, distant and unknowable unknown.

In her pupils, it was as if the darkness of the abyss was beginning to move, dancing with fear, devouring the last of her sanity.

"No, don't, stop, please, stop..."

Metatron stopped her hand, and Voryanova gasped, her face engraved with the deepest despair, while the blonde youth in front of her raised his left hand and turned it to her, the watch on it shimmered with fluorescent, inscribed with the passage of time.

"A minute, just a minute."

The blonde young man approached Volyanova, stretched out his hand to caress the frightened face, and whispered softly to her:

"Poor boy, hand over [indulgences], that would be a good thing for everyone."

(End of chapter)