Chapter 197 Are You Afraid?

"We failed to protect them and they became like this! How can they be called blasphemous and heretical!"

"The purpose of the existence of the Martyrs is to spread the Emperor's love and mercy to the lost lambs! It is not to follow the Holy Rose and Blood Rose Orders and execute all the unbelievers!"

"If you want to kill them! Kill me first!"

Sister Reese stood in front of the gun and closed her eyes. The transformed people behind her were also trembling, not knowing what to do.

"I. I agree with Sister Reese. They are just suffering people, not heretics."

There was a disagreement among the nuns, and the toughest Purifier sighed, "Okay, Sister Reese, I have to admit that what you said makes sense. I was too nervous."

The nuns put down their guns and began to cut the bodies left by the torture with daggers so that this huge garbage would not block the entire passage. Reese turned around and asked the transformed people.

"Where are you from? What's going on with you? Are there any others?"

"Wow, wow! Sister, please go slow. I have to answer one by one."

"Okay, but please be brief. We don't have much time to waste."

The leading reformer thought for a while, organized his words, and then answered, "We ran from the other end of this corridor. There is a built-in factory there, and many living people are hung by hooks, and they are sent in batches for transformation."

"We are the processed people. We were hung by hooks and sent to another place for fine processing. I struggled on the hook and broke my shoulder bone before I escaped."

He showed his back to Reese. It was a terrible scarlet scar that was unbearable to look at, but there was not much blood. Instead, it was beating.

"Then we were hunted down by that thing, some of them were captured, and now we are the only ones left."

"This is good news! Let's go save them! Take everyone to fight the damn aliens to death! Instead of being treated as meat animals!"

"That's right!"

The nuns responded in unison. Their only wish now was to die in battle. The cyborgs looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, "It's better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself! We will go with you!"

"Very good, at least you still have a sense of shame as a human being."

"What's your name?"

"Call me Three Eyes, sir."

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Dirty, crude, noisy, inefficient, all these tortured Hesahor's nerves. He looked at the struggling livestock hanging on the constantly floating meat hooks, and watched them being thrown into the disgusting meat grinder in batches. He felt that the art he had learned and known was tainted.

This has no beauty!

There is no beauty of torture! There is no beauty of carving! There is no beauty of magnificent flesh and blood miracle! What is the use of this assembly line processing of torture and human pigs? To waste these captured slaves?

My teacher has always been a wasteful master

A guy like him must be overthrown by himself, by his most proud student, which is the most in line with the idea of ​​sustainable torture of Gomo.

Hesahor used his modified arm behind his back. He didn't want to hold the disgusting old railing. He silently scanned the wailing and struggling of the livestock in the field, and then felt that his depressed heart was slightly relieved.

The guys who escaped were chased by torture. I believe there will be results in a while. If those torturers can't even do this stupid work, they should be quickly filled into the stove as firewood.

"Hmm? This pheromone is not right. There are some healthier guys."

Hesahor sniffed it gently with his nose, then looked at the door where the torture was chasing with confusion, hooked the wall and railing with the long arthropod-like legs behind him, and moved his body to the ground.

He blew a sound beyond what humans could catch with his mouth, and the torturers wandering around the factory gathered around him.

It was particularly bright on his side, and it was indeed particularly dim there, but this did not affect his use of his modified eyes to capture the heat signal from afar.

A group of female monkeys. That box. Interesting.

The ribs on the chest were open, and these slender ribs were hung with strong muscles, looking like open wings. The rib wings fell off and were equipped by the Blood Pity apprentice in his hand, like a light shield with sharpened edges.

Those female monkeys also caught his movements, as well as the torturers who were ready to go. Some stood behind and shot at them, while others rushed forward, holding a strange homemade weapon in their hands, which looked like a thigh bone with a dagger tied to it.

"There are weapons? Those lazy guys now want me to do these dirty jobs. Interns are not exploited like this." Hesahor lowered his eyes and cursed his teacher and the idiots of this conspiracy group with hatred.

"Quickly kill them!"

At the command, the torturers rushed out and rushed towards the attacking nuns. Two torturers whose arms were transformed into huge bone shields stood in front of Hesahor on the left and right to block the nuns' long-range firepower.

These modified bones were as hard as tanks and armored vehicles. The explosive bombs only exploded on them, leaving insignificant holes, and there was no way they could penetrate them.

The nuns were fearless and didn't care about their own safety. They charged towards the torture. But these modified security guards were completely different from the inferior ones they saw in Lorne.

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It was so difficult to deal with a captured torture, not to mention that they didn't even have the advantage in numbers now.

The torture ruthlessly crushed the nuns' attacks, crushed the nuns' bodies with their big feet, and tore their flesh and blood with their modified beast-like claws.

"I thought it was something else. Just this ridiculous thing."

Hesahor yawned boredly and curled his lips, then he noticed the semi-finished products that were sneaking in from a distance, trying to save their compatriots.

A nail shot out and nailed on the head of a semi-finished product, leaving a hole with brain and blood.

"Go, you two, smash those guys and feed them to the dogs."

The two bone shield torturers stood up after hearing the order and rushed towards the three-eyed people.

"At least, we struggled." Reese was knocked away by the torture and hit the wall. She knelt on the ground, feeling the pain in her back. Next to her was Aurora, who was holding a box and had an expressionless face.

"Aurora, are you scared?"

"Are you scared?"

"I'm not scared."

"Hehe."

The ambiguous laughter came, making Reese think that Aurora had been scared silly for a while, but the next moment she was surprised to see that Aurora's appearance and body were undergoing huge changes.

A huge person, wearing a blue-green painted helmet with a golden snake on his head, and the power armor on his body was full of scaly gold, and those scales flashed gorgeous and changeable colors under the light.

A male voice came from the helmet, which was completely different from Aurora's voice.

"I'm not scared either. Child."

Who is this? Do you know? Do I know? What is he going to do? Does he really exist?