Alien Knights

Diocesan No. 6 Temporary Mortuary, Taylor City.

"Fifty more successfully synchronized samples were added today." Melis walked past the rows of operating tables with corpses, flipping through the notes in his hand, and said to himself: "Several samples are already close. The passing line for soul synchronization..."

The sound of water under his feet brought Meilis back to his senses. He lowered his head and looked at the pool of blood on the ground. The blood reflected the rotten and withered face of the old man, which made him pause for a moment.

Mairis raised his right arm, looked at the bones without flesh and blood, emitting a faint light under the firelight, and let out a long sigh.

"Who am I? A living corpse? A dead person?"

There was a hint of regret in Mairis's dry eye sockets, but the grooves were soon filled with dark thoughts.

"God has already abandoned me, so why should I cling to the future."

The old man's skeletal soles stepped on a pool of blood, leaving a series of bloody footprints in the corridor, extending into the endless darkness.

The sixth temporary morgue in the diocese was originally the residence of a prominent nobleman. The owner of the residence was reported to be involved in Protestant worship. The entire family, from the patriarch in his seventies to the infant baby, totaled one hundred and nineteen people. More than ten people were all arrested by the Inquisition.

After these people entered the Inquisition Prison, they never came out.

Of course, all the property of this noble family was added to the church's treasury, and the luxurious mansion was requisitioned as a temporary morgue for the parish.

Going underground along the stairs, the basement of the mansion was originally a space where nobles kept wine and food, but now it is filled with all kinds of huge experimental equipment and strange equipment.

Mairis walked into the basement with his notes and looked at a dozen gray corpses standing in the center of the room, with various tubes inserted into their bodies.

Wearing a large robe, with a throat that looked exactly like a mummy, he sat on a luxurious armchair, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and said comfortably: "The greatest use that money and power can bring to human beings is to make them learn How to amplify desire.”

When the red wine entered his mouth, the liquid flowed down the shriveled esophagus of his throat, into his riddled chest, and then overflowed and fell to the ground, causing him to laugh loudly.

While recording the physical signs of each experimental subject, Mairis said to the throat bone: "We no longer need to eat and drink, don't do these unnecessary things."

Throatbone slowly put down the wine glass: "Old guy, this is one of the few pastimes I can use to remember the past."

"The experimental results in recent days have gradually become stable." Melis recorded the status of the pipeline and equipment, nodded and said: "The connection can be started."

Throatbone was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked Miles: "How long have we known each other?"

A little surprised by this question, Mairis raised his head and forgot to answer for a moment.

"Seventeen years and one hundred and thirty-five days."

Throatbone's words made Myris's eyes widen.

Ignoring the look of astonishment on the old man's face, Throatbone continued: "Seventeen years ago, Theodore took me out of prison. He took me to San Cidro Monastery to find you in the Mutual Aid Society. I hope I can survive under your protection...but, you refused."

Mairis closed his eyes and said heavily: "At that time, all your family members were persecuted to death by the Inquisition. The pain of losing your loved ones and your hatred for the church have completely distorted your mind. I learned from you You can only see revenge and destruction in your eyes, so I can't risk taking you in, as this will threaten other alien species hiding in the monastery."

Throatbone said calmly: "I know, and I also understand what you did at that time, but when I am alone, I always wonder from time to time, what would have happened if I had stayed in the monastery?"

Mairis said softly: "Maybe, maybe you will slowly calm down the anger in your heart during the pilgrimage day after day, and spend your life in an ordinary way."

Throatbone grinned: "Ordinary? When did you learn to be self-effacing? Under your teachings, didn't a holy king emerge from the monastery? He changed the fate of the alien species, and even changed the this world."

Mairis' face showed a complicated expression unconsciously, including emotion, pride, nostalgia, guilt and... pain.

"He is different. Even without me, he will still reach the top and look down on the world."

Throatbone gently rubbed the handle of the armchair with his nails, and softly repeated the name he was all too familiar with: "Todd Fisher, Todd Fisher..."

Turning his attention to the two huge culture tanks in the center of the room, Mairis walked to the first culture tank, lifted the curtain covering it, looked at the black tar-like things inside, and said to the throat bone: " These are our only remaining tyrants, and the Elders have noticed that we are stealing their sacred objects. I am afraid that it will become impossible to obtain such things in the future."

Throatbone stood up from his seat, looked at the tyrant in the tank, and whispered: "That's enough."

Mairis walked to the second culture tank and opened the curtain.

There are a large number of transparent and squirming parasites piled inside.

Throatbone slowly walked to the pile of worms and said softly in a tone of appreciation for art: "Resurrection worms are the highest crystallization of the results of the Presbyterian soul experiment and are also the guiding light for humans to enter the soul realm."

"With the help of Theodore's notes and countless experiments, I have found the best formula for combining the resurrected insect with the tyrant."

Melis carefully adjusted the experimental panels under the two culture tanks and said: "The Tyrant can perfectly transform the body structure of the resurrected worm, and evolve the adult worm that is originally fragile and difficult to reproduce into a brand new parasite."

"This parasite can devour the organs and tissues of any organic organism and convert them into physiological nutrients for self-replication; not only that, it also retains the original characteristics of the resurrected insect. Of the two objects affected by the technique, one The soul of the insect will be transferred to the other party by the insect body, and the latter can use the other party's soul to complete the effect of controlling the former's body."

Mairis completed the final debugging procedures and breathed a sigh of relief: "To put it simply, this kind of parasite that transcends the laws of nature can strip the soul of the parasite and inject it into the mother's body. And the soul deprived of it can The body has become a puppet that the mother can freely control."

Throatbone looked at the tyrant and the resurrected worm in the tank, smiled and said: "Until now, this cute little guy doesn't have an official name."

"What are you going to call it?"

The throat bone pondered for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Be buried."

Mairis frowned: "Buried? Strange name."

Throatbone slowly explained: "The god you are familiar with accuses mankind of seven deadly sins, gluttony, lust, rage, laziness, sadness, conceitedness and arrogance. But, in my opinion, the sins of mankind come from them. The natural desire is, but the desire becomes uncontrollable due to the existence of the body."

Mairis looked confused: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Man's sin is God's sin. The latter made a huge mistake at the beginning of creating living beings. He gave the most useless and evil thing to all human beings, that is, life."

Mairis was shocked: "Life is useless and evil? What on earth are you talking about?!"

"Without life, living things will no longer be subject to physical desires, and all meaningless thoughts will be replaced by reason and moderation. Just like the immortals like you and me, we will no longer be entangled in moral constraints and emotional constraints. We don’t need food, we abandon lust, we stay away from anger and sadness, we are never satisfied with the present, and we move everything forward with action.”

Throatbone opened his arms: "We are the best way for consciousness to exist, and life, what is life?"

Miles took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously.

"Life is a painful plague, a trap of evil gods, and the source of all evil. And these parasites in front of us will be the burial angels of all life!"