hsntnovel Chapter 618 Making Their Own Decisions
Chapter 618 Making Their Own Decisions
Empire, the City of All Nations, headquarters of Z Technology Company.
Inside the spotless, pale laboratory, a slender young man in a white lab coat stared at the electronic invitation in front of him, his expression unchanged.
Long, slender fingers hovered over the screen of the portable terminal, their fingertips tracing the line of gold-embossed text.
The air was filled with the chilly smell of disinfectant mixed with metal, a stark contrast to the faint, stale sweetness emanating from the invitation.
"Your Highness, what are your plans?"
The researcher stepped forward respectfully and cautiously inquired about the Crown Prince's opinion.
How many live experimental subjects do we currently have available?
The still-young "Crimson Sage" did not look up, his tone indifferent, as if discussing today's weather.
"Your Highness, after the completion of the 'prefrontal lobe resection and regeneration' project you led last time, only samples number four and eleven survived and possess basic cognitive abilities."
The researcher lowered his voice, not daring to look into Elbert's blood-red eyes that seemed to see right through one's soul.
“Then send someone over. I need more live samples for experiments. After all, Father has not yet allowed me to use zombies as test subjects.”
"As ordered."
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Empire, Crescent City, Chaos Tower.
In the throne room at the top of the tower, the alluring and seductive "Chaos Witch" sat on her throne, looking down at the group of knights of great sins kneeling on one knee.
Fourteen violet-hued jealous knights stood on the left, and thirteen azure-blue melancholy knights on the right. They remained silent like statues, awaiting the new instructions from the imperial princess.
Medea tapped her slender fingers lightly on the armrest of the throne, her gaze sweeping over the great sin knights who awaited her orders.
"The Road to Redemption..."
As she uttered the name, Medea's lips curled into a mocking smile: "A bunch of self-righteous maggots, daring to hold an auction under the guise of redemption right under my nose."
She stood up, her bare feet touching the cold obsidian floor, and slowly walked down the steps, one after another.
"Jason."
As Medea called out, a tall knight clad in golden armor, who was not associated with jealousy or melancholy, slowly raised his head.
"As the head of my Great Sin Group."
Medea approached him, extended a finger, and gently lifted Jason's chin: "The last 'baptism' operation, although highly efficient, destroyed too many innocent 'vessels.' This time, I do not want to see the same mistake again."
"As ordered, Your Highness."
Jason's voice was hoarse and mechanical, like a rusty gear turning with difficulty.
"Go."
Medea turned and walked back to her throne, waving her hand behind her back to the assembled Sin Knights: "Go to that auction and bring back 'vessels' that I value. If anyone tries to stop you..."
She paused, a suffocating killing intent filling the air: "Then crush the entire auction house, along with the rats inside."
"Yes!"
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Empire, Nightless River, Castle Keep.
The masked man covered in raven feathers strode into the main room and knelt down before the slender figure in front of him.
"General, this is an invitation from the Redemption Path. They invite us to North America to participate in a grand auction."
However, the imperial crown prince, known as the "Witch of the Burial Gods," remained seated, her pure white ghostly face devoid of any expression, appearing particularly eerie in the flickering candlelight.
She didn't turn around or speak; she just sat quietly, her head slightly turned to the side, letting a strand of hair slip from her shoulder and fall onto her crimson sleeve.
“Reject them.”
Qian Yu Shenwu finally spoke, her voice ethereal, as if it came from the depths of the netherworld, carrying a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.
"The Path to Redemption... A bunch of ants who can't even redeem their own souls dare to dream of selling so-called 'redemption'?"
The masked man remained silent, knowing that the supreme commander of the Hundred Ghosts had made her decision.
"clear."
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Federation, Radiant Noah, Holy City of Blazing Sun.
In the solemn and dignified courtroom, solemn and serene hymns echoed, and countless believers prostrated themselves on the ground, worshipping the sun totem that symbolized absolute justice and order.
Inside the Papal Palace, the frail and elderly Saint Louis XVIII held a scepter, his withered fingers caressing the sun jewel at the top of the scepter, a symbol of supreme authority.
He was slightly hunched over, but his cloudy eyes gleamed with a sharp light that seemed completely out of place with his appearance.
"The Road to Redemption..."
Saint Louis XVIII murmured, his voice hoarse yet strangely penetrating: "Under the guise of filth, one may still find unexpected treasures."
The archbishop in golden robes stood respectfully to the side, bowing his head: "Your Holiness, shall we send the Knights of Judgment to rescue those enslaved seedlings, thus demonstrating the glory of the Lord of the Sun?"
"Rescue...is naturally necessary."
Saint Louis XVIII coughed twice, a cryptic smile playing on his lips: "But more importantly, there is the 'screening.' The Papacy needs pure seedlings so that the radiance of the Holy See can fully illuminate the entire modern world!"
He slowly straightened up, exuding the aura of someone who had long held a superior position: "Remember, use the 'most devout' method to make the seedlings willingly submit to the radiance of the Sun God."
Praise be to the Lord of the Blazing Sun!
The archbishop in the golden robe bowed deeply, concealing a hint of understanding in his eyes.
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Federal, Long'an, Fanyuan.
The deep bamboo shadows cast dappled patterns on the corridor, and the air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and fresh herbs.
The current owner of the flower garden is sitting on a stone bench by the waterside pavilion, holding a leaf covered in nectar between his fingers, attracting several colorful butterflies to flutter between his fingers and palm.
Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, dappling his wide, red and black robe.
"You mean... the path to salvation?"
The Flower Master spoke slowly, her voice soft and gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the butterfly in her palm.
Standing in the shadows, Gray Branch bowed slightly and gently presented a gold-embossed electronic invitation, briefly stating the time and location of the auction.
With a gentle breath, the butterfly in my palm fluttered its wings and flew away, then disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.
The flower owner stood up, patted the pollen off her sleeves, and had a faint smile on her lips.
"Since they have extended such a warm invitation, I might as well go and take a look. However, I am not particularly interested in those so-called 'goods'."
Upon hearing this, Huizhi lowered his head and said, "I understand. I will arrange guards to accompany you. Among the twelve guards, there is still time during the 'Yin' and 'Shen' periods. I believe that with those two guards there, they will be able to protect you."
He paused for a moment, then added in a low voice, "The selection process for the Flower Master is still ongoing, but given your precious health, it is really not advisable for you to take any risks."
Gray Branch's voice was low and urgent, with a hint of barely perceptible pleading.
He knew that although the current flower master was usually gentle and refined, he had an unfathomable stubbornness in his bones.
The peace and tranquility of Fanyuan was hard-won, and Huizhi was unwilling to see this peace shattered by the bloodshed and turmoil from the outside world.
The Flower Master turned around, his gaze falling on Gray Branch's weathered face. The smile on his lips was still gentle, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
"I understand, but there's no need for such a fuss."
His gaze pierced through the layers of bamboo shadows, looking into the distance: "The Path of Redemption sounds grand and noble, but in reality it's nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. What they sell is never redemption, but desire."
He paused, his fingertips gently brushing across a bamboo leaf, feeling the subtle veins on it: "I am not going there to bid for anything, but to see how many people in this world are willing to sell their souls for 'redemption'. Rest assured, I have a plan to protect them."
Seeing that the flower master had made up his mind, Huizhi said no more, but bowed respectfully and said, "Your subordinate obeys and will go to make arrangements for you."
The flower master nodded, his gaze returning to the distance, his expression relaxed, as if he were simply going to an ordinary tea party.
"Go."
He spoke softly, his voice carried by the breeze into the bamboo grove beside him.
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"All factions have entered the game. Lord Traveling Wood, are you ready for the climax of this game?"
On the rooftop of a high-rise building in the abandoned city of No. 59, Yingyu excitedly spread his arms, letting the wind blow his bangs.
Behind him, Traveling Wood simply pushed up his sunglasses and silently lit a cigarette.
"So, damn gambler, where are you headed?"
"Of course, Mr. Traveling Log, that birthplace of countless future legends is my destination."
Yingyu grinned, pulled out a glittering gold chip from somewhere, and tossed it high into the air.
"Oh, right, I can't forget about that."
He lowered his head, looked at his right palm, and muttered to himself, "My poor sister is still waiting for the 'protagonist' who can save her."