Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Outside the huge drilling platform, it was windy and rainy.

This is an ancient building, but now the steel is rusting, and residential buildings and outposts have been built on it, making it prosperous in another way.

Also changed its appearance.

There was a protruding steel frame, with the waves of the lake just over ten meters below. Lu Meng sat on it with his legs crossed and looked to his side: "Stupid dog..."

"Can you chew it?"

I saw a giant white wolf that was even larger than an ordinary bison sitting aside, still biting in its mouth.

It whimpered twice when it heard Lu Meng's words.

Lu Meng smiled:

"You can't chew it but you still don't spit it out."

When Xiao Gu heard the words, he seemed to have just reacted, and spit out the steel frame in his mouth with a groan.

It was in pieces.

But originally it looked like a humanoid.

It was the whistler whose flesh and blood had been swallowed clean by the small bones, and the saliva on it was still bubbling and emitting acidic gas.

The small bones of the mountain dog's blood have been fully activated, and their ability to track and hunt is unparalleled.

And with the tacit understanding between Lu Meng and him, even if they don't use the improved animal taming ability brought by the module, the two sides can still cooperate seamlessly.

The whistler who landed on the ground suddenly trembled. He hadn't completely shut down his phone yet. The camera on his head turned to Lu Meng - but this was the only one left of his head.

Remaining moving parts.

Destroy everything.

Lu Meng was holding the black box controller in his hand, and had just given the order to shut down and standby to all the security spiders.

At the first bite of the small bone.

It cut off the whistler's arm, allowing Lu Meng to pick up the controller.

"it's useless……"

The whistler used the last of his energy to speak out.

After losing his flesh and blood tissue, he could no longer imitate human vocal cords, and could only speak the mechanical sounds common to skeletal people:

"This...is the last...operation...without my help..."

"I won't bother you anymore." Lu Meng interrupted the skeleton man calmly.

The whistleblower fell silent.

His camera poked out from the eye socket model, facing Lu Meng, staring at him.

As if he wanted to remember this person forever.

This is indeed the case. If the Skeleton Man's built-in chip is not damaged and the memory is not actively cleared, they can indeed preserve the information forever.

"If you want to watch, let's watch something good." Lu Meng reached out and grabbed his head and placed it next to her. One person, one dog, and one machine head were placed side by side on the suspended elevated structure.

Their sights looked far into the distance, where there were dark clouds and heavy rain, and purple thunder rolled across the sky.

It's like the driving and roaring of gods.

The little bone was sitting upright in the wind and rain. It had always been dishonest, but now its tongue was drooping and it was drooling.

"..."

The whistler made no move.

I don't know if he is silent, or if he has completely lost the motivation to speak out.

Lu Meng was also silent.

He had nothing to talk to this skeleton man.

As early as when he was on the ground, another skeletal man, Sora, had already reminded him about the flesh-and-bone transmutation school, but he didn't explain it in detail.

Sora was not a high-ranking figure in the Second Empire, but it could be seen from his attitude that even ordinary Skeleton citizens did not have a good impression of the so-called flesh-and-blood rebirth at that time.

The other party is defined as a cult.

Not without reason.

Uplifting the flesh into a skeleton, regardless of their own wishes, does not bring any benefit to the skeleton.

What's more, with the current level of technology failure, this is simply not something that can be done.

The so-called ritual is massacre.

From the creation of Flesh Reincarnation to its activities, all that can be seen is its founder, who, in the name of ascension, has endless malice towards the other legal race of the Second Empire and towards humanity.

Even harming others and not benefiting oneself.

"The people on the Lugui do belong to the flesh-and-blood rebirth school... No, it should be called a 'sect' now." Lu Meng said, "It's just different from what you think. They are not minions. , and it is precisely the subject of flesh-and-bone regeneration.

The whistleblower did not respond.

Maybe he knew that Lu Meng was not actually talking to him, but was just sorting out his thoughts in this form.

"It's strange, isn't it? They are obviously 100% human from head to toe. They are not in line with the doctrine of flesh-and-bone regeneration at all. They have not even undergone transformation to the extent of a robotic arm..."

"But I think it's because their leader has become smarter."

Today's era is no longer the grand occasion when the Second Empire ruled the entire continent.

Even after thousands of years of reproduction, due to technological regression, lack of productivity, and years of wars and separatism, they are now the dominant race, and their absolute numbers are even lower than in past eras.

There is no peaceful environment.

If flesh-and-blood reincarnation wants to revive in such an era, it cannot take pleasure in deceiving humans and killing believers with ascension rituals as before.

This is undoubtedly weakening one's own power.

It won't be long before they will perish in the cruel competition in the wilderness.

"What's more, the cost of replacing prosthetic limbs is so high, we can't afford to replace them." Lu Meng smiled self-deprecatingly, "Rather than letting believers see their own changes with their own eyes before enshrining them into the religion... it's better to just let them 'believe' ”

"I have undergone a transformation."

The leader has become proficient in inciting techniques.

Combined with hallucinogens.

It is enough to break a person's spirit, reorganize it, and then completely mold it into what you want.

I am afraid that this is the reason why they are willing to cooperate with Qin.

On the other hand, as a watcher, Qin actually does not trust the subordinates he recruited in his heart. In addition to coveting the creations they brought from ancient times, he also wants to use the other party's brainwashing technology to cooperate with the bone and flesh exchange sect.

Of course, these will not be told to outsiders, even the closest ones are no exception, so the truth is unknown.

He does not have the ability to explore the secrets of human hearts to this extent.

"Bone and flesh exchange has found a cheaper and more convenient way of preaching, and there is no need to explain it to people in theory. After all, people in the Second Empire at that time were educated."

Lu Meng patted the head of the whistleblower on the side, and said meaningfully: "As a bone man, one thing you haven't figured out is: in today's era, there is no need to be reasonable anymore."

They have many ways to control people.

Fanaticism, violence, power, lies...even drugs, even if you only master one of them, you can accumulate a huge force.

It also attracts countless ambitious people.

The whistleblower's head was slapped, and at the same time he felt his energy was constantly draining away, and the blocks in the program were closed one by one, falling into darkness.

"You..."

He finally spoke: "Who is it?"

At this point, how could the whistleblower not understand his misunderstanding.

This is undoubtedly fatal.

But at this moment, Lu Meng did not hide it from him, and the understanding of the bone-flesh exchange he showed was no less than that of the internal members of the sect.

And it must be the sober one among them.

Not high.

This should correspond to his own guess.

The whistleblower's logic conflicted.

No...

This is not just an understanding of the bone-flesh exchange sect.

But about the Second Empire.

About the era that has passed.

Even though they were both skeletons with long life spans, because the Whistleblower did not live in the territory of the Second Empire, but was hiding in a wild tribe... just relying on secret observation, the Whistleblower could not guarantee that his knowledge was higher than the other party.

"'Lu Beiyou', some people also call me the Nameless One." Lu Meng smiled, "Don't you already know all this?"

Indeed.

These are all public information.

But they did not answer the Whistleblower's doubts.

Bone and flesh replacement, the Second Empire, knowing the model and identity of the Whistleblower...

The above three secrets.

If you can know two at the same time, you are no longer a worldly person covered by the mundane world.

And knowing all...

If you are not an eyewitness, you are said to be an ordinary skeleton citizen of the Empire, even some of the high-level ones may not be involved.

A flash of inspiration flashed.

"You are... Gu..."

For the first time, a fear-like emotion appeared in the Whistleblower's voice.

As a skeleton model with richer emotions, even if he found out that he was deceived and fell into the wolf's mouth... the Whistleblower did not feel fear, but at most resentment.

He was right.

They were not afraid of death. Even if they failed, there was always another one.

As a collective.

They lived together and fought one after another.

It was nothing to write off one machine.

However.

There were always things more terrible than death in the world.

Those they had served, those they had betrayed, those they had thought had been completely extinct on this planet...

Long before the Second Empire.

The master of the old empire.

"Okay, classmate Xiao X, don't say anymore." Lu Meng interrupted, "'This topic ends here.'"

There was nothing unusual about the first half of his sentence, but the second half was in the mother tongue that was familiar and nostalgic from his distant hometown.

"Understood."

The whistleblower stopped talking.

Without the energy supply of the engine and the program specially developed for rebellion, the biochemical skeleton could no longer disobey the customized order.

"You have finished asking questions, now it's my turn." Lu Meng looked at him, "Do you know 'Narco'?"

Narco, the demon god recognized by the Holy Kingdom, corresponds to Oakland, the Lord of Light, and is the two sides of the same coin, fire and shadow.

The synonym of darkness.

But in the Embers, it is the god of all machines that symbolizes wisdom and technology.

The leader of revival.

But compared to 'First Flame', an apostle who actually walks on earth, in the hearts of the Embers, Narco is more like a synonym for an idea rather than a real main god to worship.

Symbolizes their goal.

Just like someone suggested that he should be called Mr. Na.

But at this moment.

Lu Meng obviously didn't ask these.

"... Narco, huh." The whistleblower said, "What a ridiculous name."

He felt so from the beginning.

The world called her so.

"We lost each other a long time ago... No one knows where she is now..."

"Maybe she is dead."

The whistleblower stopped talking, not only because the energy stored in his head had been exhausted, but also because a ray of sunlight shone on his face.

In the distance, the wind and rain dissipated.

The clouds came out and the sun rose.

The long-lost sunshine once again shone on the land that had been ravaged by the sudden rain and strong wind for a long time, covering the entire depression lagoon town in golden color.

Crack.

Lu Meng crushed the whistleblower's head.

He searched for it.

He took out a chip.

Whether it was to prevent outsiders from getting it or to read the secrets that the other party had experienced.

This was very necessary.

"Let's go." Lu Meng called Xiao Gu, who stretched out in the warm sunshine and lay on the ground.

Lu Meng turned over.

The white giant wolf jumped straight down and landed on the bracket extending from the platform. It was like a silver light, shuttling through the ancient mechanical pipes.

Only the sparkling reflection was left.