Chapter 3944: Going deep into the tiger's den
Rules cannot be violated, and once you are restricted by them, you are most helpless and sad.
Just like this group of mutants, like domesticated cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs, there is no freedom at all.
When the herding monk gives an order, he must run obediently and not rest for a moment.
Another order came, and it was necessary to attack the innate divine fetus, or to devour the corpse of the slain innate divine being.
Rotten, dirty, ugly and filthy, the process of devouring the divine corpse is not enjoyment, but unspeakable pain and suffering.
For mutants, the corpses of gods containing the origin of gods can not only help evolution, but are also the most deadly poison.
After swallowing the innate divine body, he became a mutated divine fetus that was neither human nor ghost.
Originally, after being refined by the divine fire, all the residual poison has been eliminated from the mutants, and their bodies are as transparent as flawless glass.
The pain no longer exists and the mind is not affected either.
I originally thought I was out of the sea of suffering, but I didn't want to fall into the abyss again, and in the process of swallowing the remains of the gods, the boundless pain rolled in again.
The mutants wailed loudly, trying to get rid of the constraints of the rules and express the sorrow of their fate.
No matter how we cry, we can't reverse the tragic fate.
As the devouring continues, the mutant's soul and body become filthy, and the demonic energy and blood energy breed crazily.
Just like before, demonic energy billowed around him, exuding a ferocious and greedy aura.
All kinds of wails and roars came out one after another, and the sound waves got louder and louder.
This crazy and out-of-control state is what mutants should look like.
When the monks in charge of herding saw this, they immediately showed a hint of joy. This was exactly what they wanted.
"Good livestock, eat more, the more you eat, the better!"
The herding monks just have to be loud, looking at the mutants like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"This group of mutants has reached the limit of natural evolution. Is it a waste of time to graze like this?"
A monk raised a question. After observing the various behaviors of the mutants, he knew that there was no longer the possibility of free evolution. .
“These mutants are refined by divine fire and are prone to problems. If they want to return to their original state, they must be “nourished”!”
Handheld The leader of the monks of the Rule Token casually answered the questions of his companions. Although his tone was contemptuous, he always maintained a rigorous attitude.
Driven by the herding monks, the mutants continued to devour the remains, and their souls and bodies had been completely contaminated.
The purifying effect of the divine fire is now gone, and the pollution is even worse than before.
The mutants were completely desperate, like evil ghosts in purgatory, wailing one after another.
Herding monks select mutants, observe their appearance, explore their souls, and confirm that they meet the acceptance criteria.
The palm monk ordered the rules to be driven, and the mutants gathered again and ran wildly in a certain direction.
The mutant's body is deformed and twisted, turning into a huge monster, and it looks like moving hills when running.
His running was earth-shattering, and he looked quite impressive.
This crazy run is also a huge burden for the mutants, but driven by the rules, they must not stop even if they vomit blood and break their legs.
There are indeed some mutants who are in extremely bad condition, and every step forward is painful torture.
The monks in charge of herding seemed not to have seen it, and did not care about the life or death of the mutants at all.
Fortunately, this painful journey has an end after all.
Countless mutants appeared in front of them, moving slowly like puppets, but in fact they were spinning in circles.
As they move around, the strength of the mutants continues to increase, and their aura becomes more and more ferocious.
Many monks were responsible for the defense. When they saw the mutants rolling in, they knew that a new batch of goods was coming.
"The cattle and sheep this time seem to be a little special?"
As soon as the two sides met, the leader of the monks in charge of the guard raised his doubts.
Calling mutants cows and sheep is enough to prove the opponent's mentality. "These guys were kidnapped and calcined with divine fire, and almost turned into scraps.
Fortunately, the rescue was timely and did not cause too much damage."
The leader of the monks in charge of herding had a sigh in his tone, feeling annoyed by the sudden twists and turns in this period.
Hearing the answer from the herding leader, the monk in charge of the guard also sneered.
"Those guys are also stupid. They dare to fight and struggle. They really think they can escape this disaster!"
The tone was full of disdain, obviously not optimistic about the escapees.
“As long as you enter this super plane, if you have no means of escape, you will eventually be killed and enslaved.
If you are smart enough, you should surrender and join immediately to avoid wasting it. Time will lead to a fate worse than life..."
The two monks talked to each other, looking unscrupulous, but they didn't know that there were ears across the wall, and the content of the conversation was already known.
However, these two monk leaders are still at the bottom after all, and they have no idea of the real secret at all.
There was a lot of arrogance in his speech, and he was obviously a man who relied on others' power, far more ferocious and ferocious than his master.
The handover between the two parties was completed, and the herding monks led the team to leave. There will be more mutants that need to be herded and cultivated.
Although this group of mutants is special, they cannot get much attention.
After the herding monks left, the leader in charge of vigilance turned cold and waved the token to start driving the mutants.
His attitude was bad and vicious, and compared to the leader of the herding monks, he was obviously worse than him.
It’s normal to think about it.
Faced with so many mutants, domesticated like livestock, their mentality will eventually be affected.
Even though the ultimate mutant possesses powerful combat power, he is still despised and rejected by the monks.
But how can a beast-like thing be compared with a practitioner? Even if it has strong combat power, it is still a tool driven by slavery.
This situation may be due to jealousy and panic. After all, the existence of mutants makes the monks feel a little bit of pressure.
With such a huge number, even the monks are afraid, fearing that one day the mutants will gain power and ride on the monks' heads to dominate.
Now that he is in his own hands, he cannot miss the opportunity and must be humiliated and tortured.
If you plant the seeds of fear, you will not dare to resist easily. It is a precaution in advance.
Fortunately, the price of increased mutation is the loss of one's own sanity. The ultimate mutants are all unconscious puppets.
A brainless guy like this will eventually be controlled by the monks, and there is no chance of turning over.
Following the trend of the rules, mutants go to different areas according to different strength levels.
When you reach the corresponding location, you can feel the rhythm of the Devil's Eye. When the frequencies are completely consistent, you will receive the energy infusion from the Devil's Eye.
The gains from practicing the Devil's Eye will be distributed to fellow mutants.
The Eye of the Devil is the ancient god king, and the origin of god obtained through practice is immeasurable. Even if it is shared among the mutants who practice together, it is enough for everyone to benefit endlessly.
It is by relying on the method of accumulation of strength that the strength of the primary mutants is forcibly improved and they become advanced or ultimate beings.
As the mutants joined the camp, the previous commotion gradually subsided and everything returned to normal.
The rhythm coming from the Devil's Eye rippled like waves, and the roaring and wailing mutants gradually became quiet.
Faced with the powerful power of rules, mutants can only be forced to assimilate and suppress, with no possibility of resistance at all.
The pain in my heart is beyond words.
But among the new mutants, there was a figure who seemed to be in a state of contentment.
It was Tang Zhen in disguise who mixed into the group of mutants and tried to practice secretly with the help of the power of the devil's eyes.
(End of this chapter)