Chapter 268 Hero

After opening a bottle of wine, a figure in a black robe sat on a comfortable sofa. He poured the wine into his mouth and read a book carefully.

"How to be a manager - Taking the production of the Hell Star Demon Iron Forge as an example"

After reading a few pages, the black-robed man felt a splitting headache. Learning this kind of thing was simply killing him. He joined the church to live a good life, not to learn these complicated and terrible things in fear.

Scratching his back, he felt that the protrusions on his body under the black robe became harder. Since completing the ritual, various tumors and small bags have begun to grow on his body, and even cutting them off has no effect.

Now he is uncomfortable sleeping lying down or sleeping on his side, and can only sleep with his legs crossed wrapped in a quilt.

But this is much better than those workers who can only sleep on steel plates in the factory area.

"Really."

He sighed again. He wanted to throw away the book in his hand, but he was afraid that he would go the same way as the previous manager, delaying production and being thrown into the "factory" by the adults for processing.

Even if he had seen the hell scene once, he would suffer from insomnia for almost a month. He would see the real factory again and again in his dreams. He finally knew the fate of those who were sent to be processed.

Raising his hands silently, he wanted to salute and pray for those poor people, but he didn't know whether he should salute with the double-headed eagle. He seemed to have already betrayed the emperor.

Perform the new ceremony? But they didn't teach them at all. They just asked him to carve the eight-pointed star on his face deeper.

Thinking of this, he felt that the eight-pointed star began to bleed again. He found a piece of cloth and wiped it. Some black blood.

According to this amount of bleeding, he should have died long ago, but he didn't, and became stronger and stronger, but his mental state was a little unstable. From time to time, he would talk nonsense like a mental patient. When he woke up, there was a pool of bloody corpses in front of him.

"May the new god protect you."

After mumbling a sentence casually, the man in black robe forced himself to look at the book in his hand. Then he heard the sound of knocking on the door.

The same black-robed man pushed open the door, and the hands with symbols engraved on them grabbed the door handle. He just leaned his upper body in.

"A kid caught the Imperial Army! And it seems to be the Krieg group!"

"Krieg?"

He put down the book and thought about their communication. He said that the Kriegs wearing gas masks and skull masks broke through the bunkers in the scrap steel plains.

Before the war, he heard those who went to the ground to purchase talk about these Kriegs.

Gloomy, indifferent, there was no fluctuation under the mask. Even the carts in the hands of the purchasers looked more alive than these soldiers in coats.

"How many did he catch? Corpses? Or alive?"

"Alive, all alive, a full 6! Come down and take a look!"

This is really a surprise. It seems that their propaganda is really effective? Great cause? Good life?

It's great. But is it really a good life?

He shuddered, and the factory built by the adults appeared in front of him again. He would think of those armored giants, looking at his trembling body with cold eyepieces.

That was not the look of looking at people, nor at animals, but more like a miner looking at the ore rolling into the furnace on the conveyor belt.

Startled by his own thoughts, he told himself not to let his imagination run wild, live a good life, you have no way back, look at your body, are you still a person?

He followed the church member closely out of his house. The streets were full of people, and in the middle was a cart with six people in military uniforms tied tightly on it.

One person looked very calm, while the remaining five were struggling desperately.

The cart stopped, and a young man and an old man came over and bowed to the black-robed man.

"You are the ones who captured these soldiers? How did you do it?"

The young man took a step forward and shouted loudly, "Because this star protects me! So I defeated these lackeys of the emperor!"

The man in black robe looked at the confident and proud young man, and then looked at the Krieg soldiers who were twisting their bodies more excitedly. He nodded and believed what the young man said.

"Very good, very good, you are now qualified to join the church. These soldiers will be good propaganda materials for us! They are the best proof of our victory over the corrupt empire! We have achieved great things and a better life!"

The man in black robe reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, "I will report your achievements to my superiors, wait for good news! Take this and go to the church members guarding the warehouse to apply for a black robe."

The young man took the iron eight-pointed star with a rope on it and put it on his neck.

"Who is talking?"

"Hehe, no one is talking. You just heard the true God's praise for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, what's your name?"

"My name is Mas, sir."

"Very good, Mas, go quickly, remember to ask for an extra piece of cloth to wipe your face."

Mas listened to the meaningful words of the man in black robes, and felt a stinging sensation on his face. He subconsciously touched his face and found that his hands were covered with black blood.

"This. This."

Looking at Mas's horrified look, the black-robed man just hugged him and whispered something, telling him not to be afraid. There was nothing to be afraid of. This was proof that the filth in your body was slowly flowing out, and it was the best symbol of your move toward purity.

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"Really?"

"Of course it's true, go quickly, take the black robe, and we will perform a ceremony for you."

"Oh"

Mas walked away in a daze, covering his face with one hand and holding the iron eight-pointed star on his chest with the other hand, heading towards the warehouse.

The black-robed man saw that everyone was still standing there stupidly, and he was a little dissatisfied. He took off the whip with barbs on his waist and hit it hard on the ground, "What are you looking at! Go to work! Otherwise, your food ration will be deducted in half!"

No one dared to stand up against them, and everyone lowered their heads and dispersed, returning to their posts to continue working.

"What about you? If you don't get out of here, I'll beat you to death!"

"Yes! Yes, sir! I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!"

Old John was scared away by the whip and went to find Mas. He didn't want to be hit by this cruel whip that could cut skin and break bones. It would cost him his life.

"Push all these people in! The adults will like these things. They are always very interested in catching Kriegs alive."

The black-robed man took over the cart and pushed it into their house.

"Are these the Kriegs? Those war machines that are not afraid of life and death?"

"There's nothing strange about them, but the uniforms are a little scary."

"What do you think they look like under the masks? Like us?"

The black-robed men were talking about it, and none of them paid much attention to the Krieg soldiers who tried to break free from the chains.

A black-robed man squatted beside the chains, amazed.

"This chain must be tied by an expert. I'm sure I can't tie it so tightly."

He walked around and came to the front of these Kriegs, carefully looking at their gas masks, "We often guess that these Kriegs must be ugly underneath, just like us, neither human nor ghost. Are you interested in taking a look?"

"I think it's okay. Just put it on before handing it over to the adults."

The Krieg lowered his head and didn't let these traitors take off his gas mask. His body moved more violently.

"Don't move!"

It was obvious that this made the black-robed people unhappy. They punched and kicked the struggling Krieg, and continued to pinch his face after seeing that his struggling strength had weakened a lot.

The gas mask and helmet were removed, and the mysterious Krieg finally exposed their faces.

"Oh look, this pale skin and stubborn little eyes, too young, just like a child."

The black-robed man who didn't see an ugly face felt unhappy. They took off the gas masks of the Kriegs one by one, hoping to find a twisted monster to comfort their mutated bodies.

"Tsk. They all look like this. I. I want to tear off their skins."

"Forget it! If you tear them off, the adults will lock us in the furnace! Or can you put your skin on them? Your face is so rotten."

The black-robed man who was stopped pulled down his black robe to cover his inhuman face. That face had lost all the skin, and muscles and bones could be seen.

"Oh! New God! Look at this guy! Woohoo! A pretty little girl!"

"I didn't expect the Kriegs to have such a pretty sister, hahaha!"

"Do you still have that thing?"

"Of course! Not only is it there! And it's as thick as a forging hammer!"

Grenadier 19 was not angry at the black-robed man's blasphemous fantasy about her. She just looked at their vulgar appearance of hunching over indifferently and clenched her teeth.

"Smile! Don't be so cold!"

A black-robed man pinched Grenadier 19's cheek with his bloody hand and sniffed the smell of her black hair.

"It's really not fragrant at all. There's also a smell of disinfectant."

"Okay, okay, stop playing!" The actions of the black-robed men were stopped, and they turned to look at the black-robed man who was reading in the room.

"Leave them to the adults, don't make trouble, if you really want to find someone, the daughters and wives of the old factory owners are not useless."

"Okay, okay." The other black-robed men waved their hands, and they could only find something more interesting.

Put the gas masks back on the faces of these Kriegs, and they walked out without further care.

The thick iron chain is not something these Kriegs can open.

Plasma weapons are very powerful, but you have to be alive to use them.