After the global recovery I crossed

The black temple is filled with a cool fragrance, but there is a fishy smell in this fragrance that is reminiscent.

A pampered hand gently snuffed out the candle, and the gold bracelet on the thin wrist leaned against the surface of the lamp, making a crisp "ding" sound.

Covering her yawn with her other hand, the dignified woman asked the man - or boy - trapped by her body: "What should I give you? How about this bracelet, it was a gift from my husband , and his signature on it. After hundreds of years, it may become a treasure for future generations to recall the royal family in history."

The young man has beautiful red hair, which is more moving than burning candles, and more gorgeous than the big red scapular on his shoulders.

His slightly cold lips brushed against the woman's calf, revealing a gentle yet noble smile:

"No, all this buzzing jewelry just makes me look like a smug, rewarded, successful slave."

"I'm the Pope." He pushed over the twisting legs, put on a gorgeous coat for himself, then bent down and stopped beside the sad woman for a while.

"You helped me and my church grow, now it's my turn to help you."

The woman intentionally bit his ear, saying flirting words: "Then my lord, my dear Alan, after your plan succeeds, will I, who wears the gold bracelet, be your slave girl?"

"Here, yes." The red-haired Pope smiled warmly, "And outside, you and I will be honored as His Majesty."

He took the woman's hand and kissed it lightly: "My present Her Majesty the Queen, my future Her Majesty the Queen, and my present and future little slave girl."

He walked out of the room, still smiling just right, no one could see his impatience and perfunctory.

The woman—Queen Claudia sighed while putting on her clothes: "Aaron, I really can't think of a man who is better or more perfect than you in the world."

"I will continue to postpone the signing of the bill. Those ministers have already drafted a bill to restore the status of theocracy under my instructions."

The loyal servant waiting by the door said softly: "Your Highness, your son, the first in line to the throne has returned from Lorraine."

The queen didn't take it seriously: "I don't have the obligation to see my flirtatious son, unless he suddenly changes his mind and wants to marry the princess."

At this time, there was a sudden noise in the corridor of the temple.

Aaron frowned and opened the door, and saw Renault Crowther, who had just become his guardian knight, holding someone in his hand.

The stench coming from the man was simply disgusting.

Several new nobles who believed in the God of Industry and the old nobles who came to see the Pope covered their mouths and noses, but their eyes were extremely excited.

"Did you hear what he just said, it's unbelievable, it's a genius idea!"

"We can maybe drop what we're doing and go back and come up with a new bill."

Even the queen couldn't help but stopped, and quietly hid behind the door to peep.

When the man saw Alan, he wanted to rush over excitedly.

He shouted: "Parliament and imperial power are not in opposition! A constitutional monarchy! The royal family still exists and is a symbol of the country! And the parliament also has rights... Wouldn't everyone's conflicts be resolved! Everyone can get what they want!"

Allen was startled suddenly.

The queen hiding behind the door also let out a slight exclamation.

As soon as Renault loosened his hand, the dirty cloth wrapped around the man fell off.

The stench couldn't be masked anymore, it was the disgusting smell of a dead body exposed to the sun--from a living person.

The self-proclaimed worker’s representative has legs all over his body except for his head—whether it’s on the arms, between the legs, or on both sides of the stomach, there are rotten, nervously twitching human legs. Naturally, there is no connection between the legs and the body. Scars, like a natural one.

He crawled towards Allen's feet like a spider, begging hissingly: "Please listen to my request. In order to get here as soon as possible, I killed my colleagues and installed so many legs for myself."

"Run! Keep running! My legs are ruined! I'm finally here!"

"Your Majesty the Pope, this is an oracle, the oracle of the God of Industry! You must have received it too, parliamentary constitutional monarchy!"

God of Industry?Allen looked normal, and even condescended to help the worker up.

But he kept thinking in his heart.He always remembered that noble god instructing him to confuse the queen and build and grow the church step by step.Then there was no sound.Some people say that they have seen a god, but he has never seen it. He only knows that it is a wise and great person who is close to human beings.

And those wonderful industrial ideas - Allen actually thinks it's his inspiration.He himself had doubts: maybe he had a deep relationship with the god of industry called Nyarlathotep.Otherwise, how could he have gotten the box by such a coincidence in the first place.

The god of industry hadn't pointed him out for a long time.This time, he pointed out a worker and ruined his plan.

Even Allen, who is good at hiding himself, can't help but have dark emotions in his eyes facing the workers who are constantly thanking him.

Allen dispersed the nobles who were eager to leave, and said to the queen: "I will go to the palace with you."

The queen nodded excitedly, and was grabbed by the arm when she passed by Lei Nuo.

The queen was startled, looking at the strong body wrapped in Raynor's armor.

"He's so strong—let him go with us, he'll be safe on the road." She said the words, and before she knew it, a golden thread slid under her skin .

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Lin Xingtao passed by many workers lined up with gloomy faces. The workers were too tired to look up at Lin Xingtao.

However, there were still people who were attracted to Lin Xingtao even if they couldn't see them.

Watched by the frozen eyes, Lin Xingtao walked into a white room full of modernity.

There are no high-tech medical devices, but a simple operating table and a black man walking between the tables.

The man held a bright scalpel, walked briskly, and told stories about dwarves and elves.

He moved the knife on the human body in front of him, and soon, miraculously, the human body was cut into countless pieces from top to bottom.

The sliced ​​meat was very thin, very transparent, and still trembling slightly—the person being sliced ​​was still alive.Not a trace of blood seeped out, and the whole scene was unexpectedly clean and tidy.

No stink, no fragrance, not even blood.

The man turned his head to look at Lin Xingtao, and his tone was free and easy to match the clean environment: "So people should inject their souls into pure, eternal loveliness and beauty. If a grown-up person wants to have such beauty , only hold the key of time to go back to the timeless fantasies and nostalgia of childhood."

"Would you like to travel through time with the key—" he was like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, "Welcome, my friend."

He spoke complicated and difficult words, and it was undeniable that these words were full of temptation to listen to and agree with, coupled with the kind smile on his face, even the pieces of meat on the operating table were quiet.

He has a dark but handsome face - it's a little strange, because good looks are usually associated with fairness, but he is indeed handsome, and his greatest charm does not come from that face, but from the Unusual temperament.

"Come on, complete this operation with me."

The man made an invitation gesture, and Lin Xingtao walked over after a slight pause.

"Hold out your hand, friend."

Lin Xingtao stretched out his hand, and the man put the scalpel in Lin Xingtao's hand.

Lin Xingtao felt that the man's skin was dry and firm, and his fingertips were slightly cold, which matched the sharpness of the knife.

"I call this operation the soul distribution technique. It is a spell invented by the dark pharaoh to transplant organs." The man spoke eloquently

"Are you the dark pharaoh?" Lin Xingtao asked abruptly, staring at the tender red meat.

The man kindly replied: "Dark Pharaoh Nephren Ka, you can call me whatever you want."

"Let's concentrate on the work in hand. You see, pick this place out gently." The man demonstrated the operation process for Lin Xingtao, like a kind and helpful elder.His fingers slid across the inferior slices of meat, and his movements showed agility beyond human beings.

Suddenly, he stopped for a moment, and said with a smile: "Are you hungry, my friend, your throat has been stirring uneasy music."

He lifted the piece of meat to Lin Xingtao's mouth, and his attitude was naturally not hypocritical: "Maybe you can taste the pain in this meat."

The keeper silently rolled the dice, but did not dare to make a sound.

"No." Lin Xingtao looked away vigilantly, "Are you trying to use the soul distribution technique on me?"

"Well, I won't force you. Look, this is my improved spell. It can make people more and more, which is different from the original spell."

He and Lin Xingtao held the knife together.

Under their common gaze, something strange happened.

A person is cut into thousands of thin slices without dying, and then from top to bottom, the first slice is left, the second slice is taken out, and the third slice is left behind...Halves of the body are taken out bit by bit, layer by layer, After the complicated project was completed, there were two fat human bodies with the same soul in front of the knife holder.

In fact, their width is the same as that of normal humans, but they are much shorter and their facial features are also elongated, so they look very strange.

The two dwarves jumped down joyfully and thanked Lin Xingtao and the man.

"We went to make money! Thank you, kind doctor, kind nobleman!"

The black man went elsewhere.

The keeper finally made a sound: [Instructed by other beings, you have learned and practiced the soul distribution technique.And with the blessing of the enchanted scalpel, your spellcasting success rate is increased by 50%, and in the process, your Willpower is reduced by 4, which is now 31.Your sanity is also reduced, but that doesn't seem like a big deal to you. ]

[I have to remind you that your desire to eat is getting stronger. ]

Lin Xingtao's Adam's apple rolled again.

In the distance, a man's concerned voice came out: "My friend, you look very bad now."

Even if he was far away, he has been paying attention to Lin Xingtao's situation.He said: "Please rest on the side, let me complete the next operation."

He beckoned, and the girl who was being lifted by the dwarf quickly crawled over. Behind her came a series of angry curses about jumping in line.

"Doctor, my leg is hurt, can you cure it?"

"Of course." The man's attitude towards the girl was equally cordial, "You are not suitable for an operation like others. And I got the inspiration from a friend—a kind of suturing and splicing operation. Before you, there was already a A pioneer asked me to give him a good leg, and I think he's now where I've been."

"Go get the legs you like, preferably fresh ones, and I will make you beautiful and strong."

The girl happily cast her eyes on the workers lined up, her crazy eyes wandered on her legs, and finally, she grabbed the ground with both hands and rushed towards one of the stronger men.

"Stop." Lin Xingtao shouted.

The girl stopped immediately, her body trembling.

She made an uneasy voice: "Aren't you hungry, I'll earn bread for you, isn't it good?"

She rolled her eyes, as if getting encouragement from the black man, and said, "Ah, I see, you can't wait, can you? Well... well, I do. I'm happy to let you enjoy it. "

She took off her ragged clothes with a blushing face, and the flesh inside was shriveled, gray, and not healthy at all.

- It doesn't look tasty at all.Lin Xingtao thought this way, but the saliva in his mouth secreted even faster.He couldn't help but look at the black man, he suddenly felt that this guy should be much tastier.

"Maybe it tastes good." The man clapped his hands, and he didn't seem to care much about Lin Xingtao's sudden look of longing. Instead, he looked at Lin Xingtao with a bit of playfulness and interest, "Let me have some wonderful music for my Accompanied by friends."

A choking, disgusting flute sounded suddenly.

Two toad-like, octopus-like, and squid-like shapeless creatures wrapped themselves in the mud, rolling or wriggling forward, and a tubular musical instrument was horizontally placed where the mouth might be, from where the recurring music drifted out.

Their size seemed to have been shrunk, and they should have been bigger than the factory. The indescribable tentacles they stretched out slapped the ground with great force, and the simple operating table was shaken to this side.

[You have encountered the servants of the Outer Gods, they played the sound of the broken music, and those who hear this music will make sanity checks from time to time to resist the invasion of the music. ]

[It is said that people whose minds are captured by these music will also become servants of the Outer Gods, and can only dance to the melody of the Outer Gods. ]

[They are not satisfied with their current level of playing, they crawl towards you as if they want a compliment. ]

"Before starting, you can praise these servants a little bit, maybe they are willing to convey your praise to their masters." The black man pointed.

Servants of the Outer Gods, their masters—naturally the Outer Gods.

Can servants of the Outer Gods be summoned at will?

Lin Xingtao didn't know much about the Cthulhu Mythos. He stared at the black man, and a name almost came out of his mind.

He asked, "Outer God? God of Industry?"

But the man pointed to the servants who were about to climb up on Lin Xingtao, and said softly, "They are angry because you don't praise them."

The author has something to say: The black man is the god Naia who likes to deceive people. It is said that although the human incarnation of Naia is very dark, it has 18 charms.

Lin Xingtao knew only a little about the Cthulhu Mythos, and he hadn't realized that this man♂ was Naia.

The inspiration for splitting a person into two people comes from the super-heavy comic "Killing Papyrus" (good-looking but really heavy-mouthed).

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Soul Allocation (ApportionKa)

The caster can inject the essence of his soul (Ka) into his own organs, and then take the enchanted organs out of his body.As long as the viscera is alive, the caster can sustain himself.The act of cutting off one's own organs will lose sanity and will.The spell was originally used by followers of the "Dark Pharaoh" Nephren-Ka, who removed their internal organs and kept them in a safe place, making it nearly impossible to kill themselves.The caster can perceive the location of the organs, and there will be a subtle attraction between his body and the body with the organs transplanted.When the two bodies are within a block or two, the caster can retrieve all of his own soul essence, as well as all of the other's memories, knowledge, and spells.The caster can also control all nearby bodies with transplanted organs, and all bodies will act as if they share a mind.

The Black Pharaoh is one of Nia's avatars and seems to have some connection to Nephron Ka.Here Naia did not say that he is Neveren Ka, and he also changed the spell.