Alien Knights

Muxi underground test site, prison.

The ninth pick of the "Legion of Discord", the holder of the "crack" ability - Jerome, put his left hand imprisoned in a metal box behind his back, his right hand supported the ground, and did one-handed push-ups. Sweat gathered on the ground drop by drop along the curve of his muscles. Hearing the approaching footsteps outside the iron gate, he didn't even lift his head, and said, "You appeared earlier than I expected."

The black figure stayed outside the prison door, the drooping hood was lifted, and Rachel looked at the man in front of him with a cold expression that made people shudder.

Jerome got up from the ground, twisted his neck, and said in a somewhat joking tone: "Let me guess, your plan failed."

Rachel glanced at the box that sealed Jerome's left hand, and gently pushed open the iron door of the prison: "Your Majesty has already allowed you to move around freely in the camp, why do you always like to stay here?"

Jerome patted the wall: "What's wrong here? Food, water, guards, everything you need, why should I go out?"

Rachel shook her head, seemingly unable to understand the behavior. After a pause, her voice could not tell whether it was joy or sorrow: "You guessed it right, Your Majesty rejected my proposal."

"It's not surprising. I've talked with the king a few times. It's unlikely that he would do such a thing as tacit consent to the existence of an illegitimate child for the sake of the covenant." Jerome put on his coat, sat on the wooden bed in the prison, and said to the woman outside the door: "I have persuaded you before that it is not a wise way to coerce him in this way. To be honest, Rachel, this time's behavior is not your style. I always thought that you would use a more... More the way of wisdom."

"Although His Majesty rejected me, the reason is not what you imagined."

"The reasons are different, but the result is the same, isn't it?"

Rachel was silent for a moment, then said, "I trust Your Majesty."

Jerome frowned: "If you want to persuade the "Legion of Discord" to join the Muxi Kingdom, it is not enough to use the pale reason of the king's trust. Although King Todd is also a heterogeneous species, in my opinion, his wrist and behavior are more like using the power of others to strengthen the royal power. I can't imagine that the Legion will betray the "Presbyterian Council" and put their life and future into the hands of such a person."

"He's not like that."

Hearing this sentence, Jerome looked into Rachel's eyes, and said in an incredible tone: "The you now, and the you in the "Legion of Discord" are simply two people. If it were the past, you would never say it."

"People will always change..." Rachel stretched out her hand, and under the urging of the "mind force" ability, the iron gate of the prison twisted and fell down. She said to Jerome, "Are you going to let your body rot here? If not, get out of it and help me!"

Seeing that Jerome had no intention of getting up, Rachel said again: "According to the latest news I got, Elder Clarence has arrived in the territory of the Silver Ring Kingdom. I don't think I need to remind you how the "Legion of Discord" will deal with mission failures?"

Jerome sighed deeply, lowered his head with a wry smile, and smelled the clothes on his body: "I need to take a shower and change clothes. By the way, there is also this box. You need to find someone to open it for me."

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blood.

A thick layer of blood like moss.

In the huge castle, human limbs and messy internal organs can be seen everywhere.

The man whose whole body was covered by giant worms, his upper body was naked, the tattoo on his back could be vaguely seen, an eagle spreading its wings, and the Roman numeral "Ⅶ" below it.

There was a rustling sound, and a crossbow shot from a high place, and it was accurately inserted between the man's eyebrows.

There was no unexpected sound of falling to the ground.

A worm as thick as a thumb protruded from the man's mouth, resembling a mouthpart in the shape of a "lamprey", biting hard on the arrow shaft, gnawing at the tail feathers of the crossbow. The iron arrowhead inserted into the forehead sank deeply into the brain as the worm body wriggled under the skin. A moment later, the blood-stained arrow blade was attached to the surface of the tongue, and the man spit it out on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the guards of the castle in iron armor were so frightened that their faces were ashen and out of their wits, and they dropped the crossbow in their hands and turned around and ran away.

The worm man squatted down and stretched his hand into the "Blood Moss". The "blood vessels" under the moss, which were originally stationary, seemed to be given life, twisting and twisting in the moss like a poisonous snake, and rushed towards the attacker at high speed.

The survivor only ran ten steps, and before he rushed up the steps, the "vessels" in the moss tightly entangled his legs, countless tiny red worms drilled out of the gaps in the "vessels", pierced the victim's legs, and spread along the skin to the whole body.

Blood spurted out from the survivor's body like a spring, nourishing the moss under his feet; his body was like a balloon filled with dirty water, it burst in place, and bones and internal organs fell everywhere.

A fair-looking girl, wearing a pure and flawless princess outfit, sat on a round candlestick lamp holder hanging from the roof, holding the iron chain of the lamp holder with both hands, happily swinging on the swing, and the crisp and melodious singing wafted in the "Scarlet Castle".

"My mother killed me; my father was eating me; my brothers and my sisters were sitting under the dining table; picking up my bones; buried under a cold stone tablet..."

On the long table under the chandelier, a fat man in his thirties was stripped naked and tied to the table. His red eyes looked at the girl on the roof, and he shouted in despair: "Who are you?! What did you do to my daughter Nancy?!"

The smiling old man, with his hair and beard neatly groomed, his formal attire and dress neatly arranged, has a faint aristocratic demeanor between his gestures and gestures. Holding a bottle of red wine in his hand, he carefully read the label on the bottle: "New wine from the Ognibierke Estate, this is a rare and good thing! It's a pity that the storage method is too amateurish, and it was actually placed in a damp and cold underground."

Next, the old man took out a lot of things from the accompanying suitcase: scissors, razor, ruler, spices...

He walked up to the fat man's head, first cut off the man's long hair with scissors, and then shaved off the stubble on the top of the man's head with a razor.

"Bastard! What are you doing?! Let me go!" The man twisted his body, trying to avoid the movement above his head.

The old man was like a gardener who was pruning artistic potted plants, meticulously doing the work at hand, and said while doing it: "Viscount Zangnar, also known as "Viscount Hound", it is said that you are very proficient in tracking. No matter what kind of smell, you can find the source."

Zangnar listened to the old man's words, his body trembled slightly.

"For this ability, you claimed that you were only trained as a child. But the truth is that it is a heterogeneous species, a heterogeneous species that can recognize more smells than ordinary people."

Viscount Zangnar's pupils shrank for a moment, and then argued: "This is completely a rumor in the market!"

The old man looked up at the girl "swinging on the swing" above his head, and said with a headache, "Sabrina! Stop shaking that lamp holder, you'll blow the dust everywhere!"

The girl grabbed the iron chain, looked down, and said with a smile: "Elder Clarence, why don't you change the table?"

Clarence shook his head helplessly.

Viscount Zangnar looked up and said urgently: "Please let my daughter go! There is a secret room on the third floor of the castle, where all the treasures are. Please let my daughter live!"

Clarence looked at the small dagger hanging on the girl's chest, engraved with an eagle and the Roman numeral "Ⅲ", and shook his head at the Viscount: "It's not that I don't want to let her go, but it's too late..."

Viscount Zangnar's face was ashen, and he slumped on the table.

Clarence continued: "As a heterogeneous species, you gradually gained wealth and status by identifying spices and finding lost items, but this secret is unknown even to your closest wife and daughter."

Zangnar looked at the old man in front of him, and said in a trembling voice, "Are you from the Inquisition? Do you want to read my judgment?"

Clarence was stunned for a moment, then laughed, his gentle smile reassuring like a spring breeze: "Viscount, have you misunderstood something? We have nothing to do with the church."

Zangnar responded suspiciously: "Then you..."

The Viscount stopped talking, his eyes were wide open due to fear, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

Clarence, who put on his gloves, picked up a sharp hacksaw, walked to the top of Zangnar's head, bowed slightly and gave a salute: "What you said just now is not a judgment. To be precise, the word 'introduction of ingredients' would be more appropriate."

The hacksaw pulled, blood spattered everywhere.

The screams resounded over the entire castle.