"It's ironic. The Unnatural Bureau treats us like criminals, and Butterfly Island keeps an eye on us, for fear that something will go wrong with us. But in the face of heresy, it is always us who are sacrificing. ”

Margaret had some deep sarcasm and distortion in her eyes.

"I think you also feel unfair and angry, but these angers are helpless to compromise because of [biological potions]. [Biopoixir] is like a rope that binds us to our throats, causing us to lose our freedom and become tamed dogs, following the orders of the Unnatural Bureau. ”

"When I was a child, my father was educated and used to believe in the saying 'with great power comes great responsibility', but now I feel more and more that this is a lie.

Why, when we are completely separated from human society, and the stable order of human beings is not beneficial to us at all, we are still born to death for this?

Why, obviously we have paid so much. As a result, human beings have no idea about this, and in the eyes of Butterfly Island, we are still sinners who need to be guarded against at all times, and the final destination can only be alienation and death! ”

"Now I know. From beginning to end, it's just a lie made up by Butterfly Island with the so-called responsibility, morality, mission, honor and disgrace. ”

"We are the victors of the Age of Calamity, but we are not the profiteers. Only the human politicians and the high-level Butterfly Island executives who are in cahoots with humanity will benefit. ”

"Now we have a very simple multiple-choice question before us, and I want you to answer it in your hearts. For the supernatural, heretics or humans, who is more like the same kind. ”

Margaret whispered.

"Even if I die one day at the hands of an S-class heretic, I won't regret what I said today. The second energy awakening of the earth is to do the screening. This oasis should be left to the mighty, not to the billions of ants to live happily in the false illusion of peace. ”

"The Aliens have no hometown, and all of us are crowded in the sea fog of the World Entertainment City, like rats in the gray world."

"We should all have a common ideal, that one day, the Paranormal will completely get rid of the control of the Unnatural Bureau and get rid of the identity of 'sinners' given to us by Butterfly Island. In every corner of the world, we can use the power given to us by God as we please, and we will no longer hide it. In every city on Earth, we are generously acknowledged as the Anomalous and set free once again. ”

"I believe that by getting rid of those billions of burdens, 'humanity' will only develop faster!"

The word "human", she bites the word very lightly, but it is very steady.

Margarita smiled at the big screen, and at this moment, she seemed to have really stepped down from the throne, and her smile made everyone's hearts stunned. [Queen Iris] saluted, and her voice was very soft, like a prophecy and a curse.

"I also believe that in a few years, the Adepts will talk about humans again, just as Homo sapiens now talk about Neanderthals."

All Finnsaril was silent. Some of the strangers from small places are completely speechless. Margaret was right, even though they had been living in the city, they had always been outliers. Imprisoned everywhere, uncomfortable everywhere.

Because they didn't want to lose their freedom, they didn't join the Unnatural Bureau. But if they don't become executives, are they really free? A lifetime of being tied up, a lifetime of being trapped for [biological potions], and going through a lot of hardships, just to survive. Some high-ranking citizens of the World Entertainment City squinted and remained unmoved, quietly waiting for Margaret's later words. As the [Empress], it is certainly impossible for Margaret not to know what is the key point for the Unnatural Bureau to maintain its rule.

What she said now was just saying what many high-level abilities were saying in their hearts.

Many of the Adepts have long since plucked themselves and humanity clean.

Ye Sheng listened to Margaret's speech to all the Finsaril Adepts. A cold light flowed from his fair cheeks, and he lowered his eyes, a hint of sarcasm passing through the depths of his dark eyes.

Margaret said he was like the people of Butterfly Island. But her speech is completely the core idea of the old Butterfly Island. Ye Qi said that power is something that distorts people's will, in fact, it not only distorts the will of others, but also distorts the will of those who have power.

Butterfly Island has undergone three stages of metamorphosis.

In the beginning, Butterfly Island was founded to protect the safety of all mankind when the darkest hour came.

Later, humans took the lead, and a group of fanatical believers on Butterfly Island began to sing the praises of evolution, and felt that the Alien was a more noble species. Their ambitions grew and they began to have the intention of transitioning from "protecting humanity" to "enslaving humanity".

Infighting has always been a traditional skill of human beings—nations will be strong and weak, skin colors will be honorable, and nations will be superior and inferior—how can a powerful person choose not to oppress his weaker kind?

It was only after that that a great purge caused the old Butterfly Island to sink into the sea and countless S-class abilities to die. The people of New Butterfly Island are disgraced, re-recognize the horror of heresy, and know their weakness, so they once again admit their human identity and return to society.

The previous words seem to be foreshadowing, foreshadowing everyone's hatred of Butterfly Island and dissatisfaction with the existing order.

Go around and around and come back to that crucial question.

Biopharmaceuticals.

Margaret smiled at Ye Sheng and said, "It's an honor that the person standing in front of me now is one of the future rulers of the Ning family, and he will witness this great moment tonight." ”

"The Ning family has a monopoly on the entire production line of biopharmaceuticals. Because it controls the Pole Lab on Butterfly Island, and in the Pole Lab, there are deep secrets about the origin of the disaster. ”

"Originally, the [Promised Land] was established on Butterfly Island in order to exile alienated supernatural beings. Later, the establishment of [World Entertainment City] is that the supernatural needs a city-state of their own. But for so long, [World Entertainment City] has been a gray area rejected by the Unnatural Bureau, but Butterfly Island and the Unnatural Bureau have acquiesced to the existence of the World Entertainment City for a hundred years, which is very intriguing. ”

"Later, I learned that [World Entertainment City] was the morgue of Butterfly Island. People die every day in the world, but the bodies are always missing the next day. Because they were exiled to the black market, and then moved to Butterfly Island several times, they became the raw materials for raising the Silk of Life. ”

"Under the blood-colored soil of Butterfly Island, there are ten thousand threads of life, which feed on human bodies and entangle their bones into cocoons. Then the red butterfly burst out of the bones. Each batch of Adecanic corpses that are transported to Butterfly Island goes through two steps. ”

"In the first step, the butterflies use their elongated mouthparts to suck out the main material of the biopharmaceutical from their hearts. In the second step, their carcasses are buried deep in the ground, becoming a breeding ground for red butterflies. And so on and so forth, the island of Sallière is in motion. ”

"What the red butterfly extracts from the corpse of the supernatural is the substance that we spontaneously produce when we accept the supernatural value in the body of the Calamity Evolutionary. This substance can only be absorbed by red butterflies. Because every butterfly is conceived by the thread of life, and born on the corpse of a person. They have both the breath of origin and the breath of humanity,"

"But now...... The silk of life under Butterfly Island can no longer give birth to red butterflies. ”

"In the past hundred years, the origin power of the Silk of Life to give birth to 'life' has been exhausted. [Bio Potions] are running out soon. ”

"We don't have the reins to our throats anymore."

Finsaril's face changed dramatically.

Margaret whispered, "I know that your hearts are now more troubled than joyful. ”

"But don't worry, that's what I'm here for."

Margaret held out her hand, and a few blue iris petals were blown away by the wind in her palm.

A wisp of light red silk fell from the sky and was held in her hand.

Margaret raised her eyes, her blue eyes were like a deep sea, and said calmly: "The thread of life on Butterfly Island is exhausted, but the empire is not. The Heresy Empire holds one-third of the Thread of Life. He can continue to provide us with biopotions, giving us time to find another way out of alienation if we join them. ”

"Now Jeremiel, extend an invitation to you and me."

With a flick of her fingers, all the threads of life buried under the polyp tree burst out of the ground.

There were one red cocoon after another on it, suspended in the air, all of them were the corpses of the Abilities that had been thrown down before!

After a click, a slight, small cracking sound. Cracks begin to appear in the cocoon, and life revives inside. The cocoon becomes thinner and thinner, and the shape of a butterfly is faintly revealed in the transparent thin clothes.

In the next second, the golden wings, like sharp blades, cut through the chaotic deep sea and broke through the silent air.

The red streamer is brilliant and compelling, blooming with the momentum of destroying withering and decaying.

One, two, ten, hundred, all the chrysalis break together!

Countless butterflies break out of their cocoons and become a magnificent miracle of the Ghost Dead Sea!

Margaret stood among the red butterflies, holding the Silk of Life in her hand and whispering.

"Invite us to pierce those demonic eyes together."

Chapter 363: The Ghost of the Dead Sea (37)

Finnsaril, the central square, and tens of thousands of live broadcast screens are all playing the picture of the [Ghost Dead Sea] breaking out of the cocoon. Brilliant red streamers, across every cable and transistor, shine on everyone's face.

All the Adepts raised their heads and opened their mouths wide to witness this thrilling scene, as if they were receiving a baptism.

What unites humanity is only a common ideal, or a common evil. Now they really have a common ideal. Margaret and them repeatedly emphasized the identity of the "Alien", grouping everyone into one.

She said the greatness of the "Stranger" and the superiority of the "Stranger", and she said that the "Stranger" was a miracle in the age of calamity.

They deserve everything.

The effect of brainwashing the weak and benefiting the strong is obvious.

Click. The moment the butterfly broke out of its cocoon, the image of the unnatural bureau's serious authority in the hearts of every supernatural person also collapsed in this slight fragmentation!

Unquenchable ambitions and desires spread in the body, burning the throat like fire.

Everyone's eyes were frenzied red by butterflies!

The red butterflies on Butterfly Island are almost gone.

The [Biological Elixir] possessed by the Bureau of Unnatural Affairs is also running out immediately.

- They need a new world, a new world dominated by the Anomalous!

ENIAC specifically focused on Ye Sheng this time, as if it was a condescending mockery from the empire. He waited to see Ye Sheng's embarrassed expression, maybe angry, maybe humiliated. It's just that on the screen, Ye Sheng's expression is still as cold as every time everyone sees him. The young man stood at the boundary between light and darkness, in a red sea of butterflies, and his white shirt hunted in the wind.

Margaret smiled and said, "Ye Sheng, the empire is also extending an invitation to you now. If you say yes, we won't be enemies. ”

Ye Sheng didn't answer her, he opened his mouth to speak, and his voice was in the depths of the ocean, with a strange low and cold.

"Margaret, do you really hate Old Butterfly Island?"

"Huh?"

Margaret didn't know why he asked this question out of the blue.

Ye Sheng: "The core of the old Butterfly Island has never been indifference, on the contrary, I think the core of the old Butterfly Island is fanaticism, just as fanatical as you just now." ”

Ye Sheng knew that ENIAC had given him the camera. The fourth moderator, who drank blood and killed people in the human world, is now in a very happy mood. The huge blue Rubik's Cube, its eyeballs, hung abruptly in the sky, staring at him with malice.

Ye Sheng didn't want to tell Margaret how much she looked like the fanatical believers he had seen on Old Butterfly Island just now, her figure and voice almost overlapped.

After living for two lifetimes, he began to feel that the old Butterfly Island was no longer an institution, but more like a curse hovering above the Anomalous.

"If the calamity doesn't end, Butterfly Island will live forever."

Ye Sheng said.

He had waited so long, just to wait for Margaret to take out the [Silk of Life] completely.

Now I finally don't have to listen to all the same hypocritical nonsense.

Bang!

Ye Sheng raised his arm, without raising his head, pressed the wrench, and the bullet whistled past, rushing straight up, shooting towards the Rubik's Cube!

The people in the World Entertainment City were stunned

This was the first time they had seen Ye Sheng shoot.

And Ye Sheng's actions in the next second made everyone even more creepy.

Ye Sheng actually stretched out his hand—he grabbed those [Threads of Life] with his bare hands.

Thousands of red butterflies flew around him, and Ye Sheng's hand held a gun all the year round, with distinct bones and slender and dangerous. His wrist was slightly forced, and the Silk of Life was really pulled into his hand!

Margaret: "Ye Sheng! Are you crazy! ”

A low-level bullet, of course, can't shake the Rubik's Cube. He just shot through the live broadcast display above the [Ghost Dead Sea]. Click, the LCD screen shatters, and spider-silk cracks appear on the screen. The picture is fragmented, and Ye Sheng is in such a divided and chaotic world. Re-pointed the gun at Margaret.

Bang! Another shot, and all the last remaining energy in the gun magazine turned into an A-class bullet and shot towards the [Queen].

Touch!

Touch!

Two shots in a row, no nonsense!