In the dark and deep underground palace, the buzzing sound of magic power suddenly broke the silence in the air.

The stable magic power was injected into the crystal, and the magic crystal stone lamps embedded in the walls lit up one by one, illuminating a vast hall space.

The ground of the hall is covered with runes and magic lines with twinkle lights, and countless pillars that seem to be coiled with flesh and plants stand on both sides of the hall. The surfaces of the pillars are uneven, and blood with dark red light seems to flow in the sunken gaps. Vines or blood vessels like "biomass cables" grow out from the top and roots of the columns, winding into the rune matrix of the roof and the ground. On the wall behind these pillars, rows of crystal ball-like transparent containers are neatly embedded on the dark red walls.

In those crystal balls, creepy biological tissues floated, soaked in a thin and red biomass solution, like a demonic egg in a sleeping dream, squirming and shrinking unconsciously.

At the end of the hall, there is a huge crack that is not a wall, but it seems to be the opening of some kind of underground rift. Outside the crack, there is a vast space shrouded in the dim red light.

A sound of footsteps came from far to near, and a tall and thin figure in a black burqa walked into the hall.

He walked slowly past the slightly trembling "pillars", his eyes swept across the surface of each pillar. He patiently and meticulously checked the status of these "embryo containers", and a hoarse and low voice came from under his hood.

"Okay, so good... It's so fast... It's not in vain that the biomass I have prepared for you..."

A cold female voice suddenly came from a distance, interrupting the man in the black robe: "Heaton, you are even more disgusting when you are with these embryos."

The man in black robe didn't look back: "Beltira, have you forgotten even the politeness of knocking on the door?"

With the friction of the roots moving on the stone floor, Belltila, wearing a green priest's skirt, walked out of the shadow of the entrance of the hall. She glanced at Heaton not far away: "What a pity, your disgusting hall has no door at all."

The man in black turned around, took off his hood from his head, revealing his pale and shriveled face, and he looked at Belltila coldly: "You didn't say that they were disgusting when raising the first batch of evil embryos."

“What’s disgusting is your aesthetic when you renovate the hall, not these embryos,” Belltila frowned at the neatly arranged “posts” and crystal containers embedded in the walls on both sides. “Can you not design these biomass capsules and artificial egg shells in a less disgusting way? Or at least wrap them up with something… You’re like a rotten slaughterhouse, not an advanced laboratory.”

"You cannot understand the beauty of flesh and blood art, which is regrettable, but I am willing to understand," Heaton sarcastically said, "If you stay in the flesh and blood abyss for a few more days, you will probably understand the beauty contained in these most primitive biological tissues..."

Belltila directly interrupted Heaton's slightly nervous speech: "Enough, I'm not interested in understanding what distorted and bizarre knowledge the 'god' has stuffed you with whispering in your head. I'm just here to understand the growth of the evil embryos of the gods. I need to confirm whether the evil factors in these embryos have been activated successfully, and to confirm the effect of the body of the pseudo-god on them."

Heaton grinned, and an ugly smile appeared on his gloomy face: "Of course, as you can see, the vital human genetic factors in the vibrant human genetic factors here have been inherited for hundreds of years and are still vigorously in every human body. As long as it is properly induced by mutations, everyone is a god... We should thank our compatriots in the wasteland for their recent data, which is timely and effective, and all embryos are developing in the expected direction."

Belltila nodded, stepped slowly to a "pillar", stretching out his hand to feel the slight trembling and temperature in the depths of the "pillar". These seemingly still pillars are alive, and she can feel the regular pulsation hidden under the rough skin, just like the beating of the heart, stable and powerful.

...Is this the future of mortals? It's so unbearable...

For a moment, this extremely short question flashed through Belltila's mind, but the next second she refreshed the brain tissue and the corresponding hormone that arises. This superficial question cannot come from her. It is probably because of the thoughts remaining from a assimilated pherosome trying to influence her judgment. This is not the first time that similar things have happened.

She didn't care about it at all.

"Very good, the Grand Priest will be satisfied," Belltila nodded slightly, "Make sure these special 'start' evil spirits enter the maturity stage as soon as possible. This is the order from the Grand Priest."

Heaton looked at Belltila with a cold gaze behind his back. He was slightly angry, angry at the woman's arrogant attitude, angry at her so arrogant in front of him in the name of the Grand Priest, but he had no choice.

Belltila is the most experienced minister in the church of the End of All Things. This woman, who seems to be a human, has extended her life span for seven centuries by using taboo spells to reliably devour and absorb other living organisms. She is still the "Master" level in name, but in fact, her identity is between the Master and the Master.

Only she can walk through the deepest corridor in the underground palace without any injuries and stay in the secret room of the Grand Principal for a long time. The whispers of the vicious gods will not drive her crazy, and looking directly at the flesh and blood of the gods will not pollute her soul. This incredible ability makes her position in the sect unshakable.

Heaton thought maliciously that perhaps the secret of Belltila's resistance to divine infestation in the depths of the underground palace was that she had been twisted into a monster, or she had been a monster from the beginning, her soul and flesh had rotted and mutated, but she was just twisted into a human form.

Belltila said without looking back: "Master Heaton, I don't mind you staring at me with rude eyes, but you've been watching for too long."

Heaton just snorted back.

Belltila didn't care. She just turned around and said slowly: "I don't know if you have received the news that Ansu people have started to repair the barrier, and Gauvin Cecil... went to the south in person."

"I heard that Gowan Cecil actually found a way in the dark mountains and drove directly into the Black Forest," Heaton said casually, "but our sentinel did not bring back more information."

"Several sentries died unexpectedly, and the remaining sentries dared not stay close," Belltila looked into Heaton's eyes. "A sentry sent back a nearly hysterical report he called the Cecils a madman and a demon. Don't you think this is interesting?"

"... Interesting, because this title has always been given to us by outsiders," Heaton raised his eyebrows. "It seems that the sentry is already unconscious. What exactly has he encountered?"

"The Cecils are using powerful magic devices to open up their territory at will. They are even pointlessly using those magic devices to bomb wastelands. The unlucky sentry...he and several other sentries are right there," Belltila shook her head. "The key problem now is that it seems that Cecil has not developed as we expected. They have become an uncontrollable factor..."

“Uncontrollable…”

Heaton muttered softly, then laughed contemptuously.

He came to the nearest pillar and waved his hand to activate the pillar's biomass shell

"It's just a bunch of mortals who can fight with magic props. The power of the 'God' can't be fought with just a few explosive props!!"

The dark red biomass squirmed violently, and instantly retracted towards the roof and ground like a frightened magic vine. After the creepy "shell" retreated, the scene inside the pillar also appeared in front of Belltira.

A mutated humanoid creature floated quietly in a translucent tubular container, almost twice that of a human being. It has dark skin and thick and swollen joints. Countless crystal clusters of augmented creatures covered the surface of its limbs. Subtle sparks of energy kept flowing between the crystal clusters, showing that the giant not only had a strong body, but also had extraordinary magical power.

Heaton looked up at the hideous and terrifying mutant giant, and smiled on his face: "Nothing can be more powerful than a great evolution, Master Belltila, don't you think so?"

Belltila looked quietly at the "God Evil" in the tubular container, and her face calmed down: "Calling your craze, no one knows the great evolution better than me. You'd better close the biomass sac before this mutant wakes up and loses control. You must know that activate the first batch of God Evils will consume a lot of good corpses."

After saying this, the female prefect did not pay attention to Heaton anymore, but walked towards the end of the hall.

She came to the huge crack at the end of the hall and looked at the vast space outside the crack.

The wide underground rift valley lies in the field of view, with huge cableways, bridges and natural stone beams connecting the cliffs on both sides of the rift valley. On those dizzy bridges, countless figures of walking dead are staggering forward under the surveillance of the church supervisor wearing heavy protective gear.

At the bottom of the rift valley is a "blood river" filled with red light. Countless thick chains crisscross the blood river, fixing an indescribable mass of flesh and blood. In the steaming hot air of the blood river, the flesh and blood beating like a heart. Every time it beats, it is stronger and more powerful than the last one.

This is the abyss of flesh and blood.

The entire underground palace is built on the top of this Flesh Abyss Rift Valley.

Those walking dead figures were slaves, most of the victims captured from all over the country were poor, and a small number were poor soldiers and mercenaries with poor strength.

In this era, it is not difficult to secretly capture some civilians from various aristocratic territories as slaves, especially when encountering famine and war, the missing poor will not attract anyone's attention at all.

But the situation has changed a little now: the Principality of Cecil has risen at a shocking speed. They have actually created a complex and strict monitoring system. Even the disappearance of a civilian will attract security personnel. The increasing number of magical monitoring devices in the Principality of Cecil has also made unauthorized spell casting extremely dangerous. In recent times, it has almost become impossible to catch people from the southern border.

But the slaves captured from outside the southern border can still meet the needs of the Abyss of Flesh and Blood. This Ansu civil war not only brought enough flesh and blood, but also enough slaves.

Belltila looked at the slaves who were staggering in the passage, and then her eyes passed over the victims who were destined to die and landed on the flesh and blood tissue at the bottom of the rift.

With the nourishment of a large amount of human biomass and the combination of a large number of "sacred evil" factors, the flesh and blood tissue has become increasingly mature.
Chapter completed!