Wrath. It's like a hot illusion that swept up from your fingertips when you touch ice. Fogham tasted the strange taste and shuddered at the shocking beauty.

He was not the third son of the Lord of Mankind, and the love that stood at the right hand of the Emperor had been resting in the depths of the Silver Palace, intoxicated with the desolational pleasures offered to his new master. For him, these memories are nothing more than an old history book, thought-provoking, but nothing more.

Those memories were speaking through his mouth, expressing resentment and heartfelt feelings that he didn't understand. Why did you choose betrayal, and be proud of your blasphemous honor? Why did you raise your sword to your father and care about the flesh and blood affection between them?

It's strange to have a heart. Fogrem thought. He was born in the tubes of amniotic fluid, and the first breath of air he breathed at birth was the pungent smell of toxic substances mixed with blood from the laboratory, and his first cry was accompanied by the wail of his brother.

It was much later that Fogham learned that the screams of the twisted flesh with white hair and a variety of purple eyes were in pain. As clones, they have very inappropriately possessed hearts, and are therefore completely driven insane by their own existence. It's a failure, but the Bloodlings don't waste any flesh and blood. They were thrown into the hunting ground to test the only finished product.

A monster that only understands what other people's emotions are.

And the newly-born Vogrim was unarmed, pinching a fragment of a nutrition pod and looking around at his compatriots of different shapes. There were about a dozen of them, and they let out a roar that sounded like crying and laughing. He looked up at the Bloody Servants in the audience again, and felt the deep malice and vicious pleasure beneath the mask of flesh and blood.

His brothers wanted to die, for no reason, and Vogrim was a little envious of them.

He didn't know what he wanted.

"Good." He heard the tallest and ugliest of the Blood Servants. It rose from its seat, the twisted flesh under its robe crumpled forward. "This one still works."

Fogham silently wiped the blood from his face, understanding that he was allowed to keep it. But he didn't feel a trace of joy, just looked down at the stacked corpses of the "brothers" at his feet, strands of silver hair silently soaked in blood.

Why do they smell sweet when they die?

"I'm sorry." Fogrem said.

Rakat froze for a few seconds, the black veins on his face trembling. "You're normal."

"I'm mad at your reasonable speculation, which is not right." Phoenix slowly stirred the tea in the cup, "So apologies are a responsible attitude, no matter what, good parents must learn to lead by example." ”

“…… Anything else? ”

"Nope." Vogrim said softly, "Thank you. ”

The Blood Servant snapped and lay back in the box. "Then please close the box and forget about me. Now, immediately. ”

Phoenix stepped forward in a good manner, and before he buckled the silver lock back into the slot, he said, "Also, Luo Jia is really cute, you should meet him." ”

"Not necessarily!" The Blood Servant shouted at the bottom of the box, accompanied by a string of spirit swear words.

Vogrim sat there for a moment, then walked to the edge of the bed and lay down, his hands squarely crossed over his abdomen, his eyes closed, and he breathed evenly.

He doesn't need sleep, but it may be nice to wake up in the morning to see the child and the child's mother.

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"Hello." The voice in the shadows is soft, not like a monster in a horror story, or even ...... Politeness to the level of formality. She slowly walked out of the corner, her gray-blue eyes looking at the woman, too dim even in the light.

"Hello, Lord Shelley." The woman bent her knees and performed the etiquette taught by Master Foggrim.

"I'm here to thank you." Shelley took off her hood, and she had a human face, and it was just a face. The skull was supported by sections of shiny metal sticking out of the collar, and wisps of white metal wire spread from the skull, drowning in the folds of the robe at the back of the neck. Her face was almost beautiful under the obliterated hallway lamp, and the light outlined her lips slightly up, but it did not alleviate the horror that came with her.

"Thanks?" She was genuinely terrified. The adult's voice was so flat that it was more like announcing the judgment.

Shelley bowed slightly. "Thank you for nurturing your child."

The woman thought her wording was very strange, but did not dare to bring it up. You can only respond softly. Shelley seemed to read her thoughts: "Think what I said is wrong?" ”

She had the audacity to say, "It's just...... I don't dare to say that the little adult is my child, and I don't dare to get thanks for that. "How could she have given birth to such a beautiful being, even if the little one would only hold the corner of her skirt every day.

Shelley seemed amused by her. "Of course, he calls you as a mother and sees you as a protector among us monsters. You love Him with all your heart – that's the most important thing, that's what it is, whoever loves it the most has it. ”

The woman stared at her toes, wondering how soon this strange philosophy would end.

"This kid's father is a complete bastard – and we're not far off. We see him as a tool, as a toy, or as some kind of symbolic theatrical character. And you see him as a child. ”

The woman made of metal seems to fall into memory. "This is the foundation of civilization — sorry, I can't find the word for counterpoint in Colchis — that's the foundation. When you think of your offspring as a tool, they are better able to perpetuate your brutality and then repay what they have learned, and I've seen and done a lot of that. If I had to evaluate, I'd call it—"

"Take the blame." Shelley hooked the corners of her lips, and the woman inexplicably felt that her expression was more human-like.

"But sometimes, we have to play with pure souls to achieve our own ends. We need a demigod, a general, and a priest to lead us out of the darkness. And you gave him the opportunity to be a child, not for shelter, not for superstition. The Son of God was thus curled up in the body of a child, far away from the cruelty of the outside world, for which he would be grateful for the rest of his life. For the rest of his life in the darkness, he would draw strength from it. ”

"Thank you......" the woman whispered, realizing something off-string.

"But the Son of God is the Son of God, and if he is kept in a husk for a long time, he will only become deformed. The deformity of the mortal destroys himself, the deformity of the king kills the people, and his deformity ...... It will bring darkness to humanity. ”

"So, are you going to get rid of me?" She asked, unexpectedly losing her fear.

Shelley looked at her with a strange look for two seconds and shook his head. "No, I have come today to follow a code of our time. Give peace to those who seek death, without ending in the cruelty of the future. ”

"What do you mean ......"

"You will die," said Shelley, in no uncertain terms, "from Fogham." ”

"I don't believe it." As soon as the words came out, she began to regret her toughness. There's no way, she can't calm down when it comes to that adult. If she was to be punished by Lord Shelley for this, she was willing.

Surprisingly, Master Shelley was not angry. She just cast an indescribable gaze and said in a determined tone: "You love him very much." ”

Shame and anger invade the woman's brain at the same time, causing her cheekbones to be stained red. "I'm not worthy to say such a thing, I'm just willing to obey him."

"Why?" Shelley didn't look surprised, "Have you ever thought about how you stumbled and ran in the desert with sorrow, and then you were forced to come ......here with fear," she looked up, looking around the corner where Foggrim's repairs had been marked. "Strange steel graves. But now you are waiting with joy for another day to come, tell me, how long have you not dreamed of the face of a dead child? Even if you were once determined to give up your life for Him. ”

"Your Excellency...... You ......" her eyes widened, unable to tell whether she was shocked or offended.

"Because you have been bewitched, you have been infused with a vain desire to survive." Shelley stepped forward, and the woman instinctively stepped back. Her mind was in a state of confusion. But Shelley's flat voice still stirred her brain. "It's no surprise that the charm of the two of them is irresistible to almost any organism, especially Vogram. I can stop his atrocities, protect your life, and send you back to your village, but you'll also return to this desert to find the end. After this man-made passion dissipates, you will repeat your death, and all lies will eventually come to an end. ”

The woman clenched her hands so that her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, and blood ran down her fingers. "You've seen a lot of this?"

"Well......" Shelley's eyelashes twitched, "very, very much, and every time at the beginning, Vogrim was very sweet—as he was now, as long as those people loved him, he did not hesitate to express his love." ”

Her voice rang stubbornly like a death knell. "But love is always short-lived, isn't it? When those people start to be jealous, disappointed, or shaken, they disturb Vogrim's performance, and then he ...... Changing the repertoire, those that were not so pleasant, until he was completely tired of it. I just cleaned up a bad actor not long ago, right on the bridge. ”

"He ......," the woman's lips quivered, "will he be disappointed in me?" ”

Shelley's eyes were calm, and the woman realized that she hadn't blinked since then. "To be precise, you're going to be disappointed in him first. You still think he's like a god, thinking he's going to give you the child again, right? She tilted her face slightly, "But he can't, and even if he could, the price would be something you can't afford." ”

"I'm willing to bear everything!"

"Even your children's eternal pain and hatred?" Shelley asked rhetorically.

Tick, tick. Then he will perceive...... The play you're obsessed with now won't be able to perform. Considering that this is the most invested I have seen him, the result after the play should also be the worst. I have to say, it's a misfortune for you to bring you here. ”

The blood kept dripping. "So, that's how it ended. The adults you love will bring you a cruel end, and what happens to you will be a heavy blow to the children who love you. From a civilized point of view, I admit that it is very cruel to bewitch a lady who is desperate for everything, to make her child warm by his mother, and then to abandon her in the blink of an eye, to ensure that he is not bound by his mother. But before he becomes too dependent on you, before everything gets out of hand, we have to fix this. ”

Her voice fell like a judgment. "Here, both those who love you and those you love are monsters."