Chapter 2074: Desolation at dawn (six)

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Chapter 2074: The Destruction of Dawn (6)
Now Beddyville finally knows why this small black room will be listed as [highly confidential] by Eve, and only the captain has the right to use it. First start, pro
However, even if it is changed to someone else, as long as there is no such artifact in the hands of [the sun of the sun], it is impossible to use the light of the image of the planet to monitor.
For the ancients, [Japanese] is just a mass production. Every such ancient ship has a captain equipped with this [day wheel], and can use the day wheel to enter the supervision room?
No, how is it possible? Did Bediwell admit that [Japanese] such a powerful ancient artifact with both offensive and defensive features, is it just an instrument that every captain of the ancient gods and people are equipped with, or even a tool mainly used for combat? Then, the so-called "advanced" weapons used by modern people to make swords and swords, can not be a big joke in front of the ancients?
He will never admit that they are a group of frogs at the bottom of the well. ... although it is true from the current situation.
The ray of light on the ground has not stopped, and as the struggle of the crab-like statue of the sky is spreading, it continues to spread around the circle, and the golden ring in the room is also in the distance. The rainbow-like brilliance is emitted, and the images in the monitoring room are constantly changing.
Then Beddyville finally understood, and the scenes reflected in [Yingqi Baozhu] are all-encompassing and can reflect everything in the world, but it needs something as a guide to reflect the things related to it. The little crab figurine on the ground, or the core of the golem, just became the [index] of the system, and the light that leaked from the [Japanese ship] Related images!
Bedieville walked over and looked at it.
At first, a picture was printed on a street child. This kind of street boy who has no father, no mother, and no support is not uncommon in the streets of major cities in Africa. It is even a dark landscape of the city, which reflects the decay of the city. They rummaged through the various garbage bins in the corners of the street, trying to find one or two things to eat from the smelly garbage. They are yellow and thin, full of dirt, ragged, have lived and lived, and when they suddenly fall down, they will never get up again.
Then, the mysterious man in white dust-free clothes appeared at night.
The mysterious person with a dust-free coat said to these street children that they would take them to a happy place. There, there will be no more hunger, no more pollution, no more violent tramps to beat them. There they can eat fine food, wear clean clothes, receive good medical care, and even go to school.
The incomparable conditions make these innocent children believe in it. They left with the mysterious man and did not consider that the other party might be lying. Besides, what situation is worse than their current situation?
The second picture proves that these innocent children are completely wrong. This is the end of the strange letter to strangers. The place where they were taken can be described by the word hell, and it can even be said that is still dwarfed by it.
It was a dark, study that permeated all the year round. There, hundreds of vagrants were kept in narrow cages and treated like animals. They were forced to watch their companions being sent to the operating table one by one, screaming on the operating table and screaming until the last moment of their lives. The pure soul that has not been tainted in the world is drawn from the brain that has been cut open, and becomes the raw material of the core of the Golem.
That's right, it's a maddening organization. The organization used the most and violent methods to kill children under the age of six, extracting their "souls" from a cage called the body, and imprisoned them into another cage - the core of the Golem. .
The third picture is the structure of the core of the Golem. It is a kind of special crystal agglomeration that can stably carry the light soul. Adding various magic-controlled runes to the outside of this block, transplanting the feelings and thoughts of the light soul inside, the core is a hundred years. The core of the Golem that is guaranteed, hard-working, and only knows to follow the order.
Even better, the core of the Golem, made with the soul of a child, is scary at a low cost. The organization has tens of thousands of street children abducted from major cities in Africa every year. After killing tens of thousands of children, thousands of magical cores have also been created. The organization is ostensibly an international relief organization dedicated to saving the stray children in major cities, but actually doing the most disgusting ate. African governments have turned a blind eye to this organization. They don’t need to ask whether the children brought by this organization have been sent to orphanages or other welfare institutions. They only want those in the corners of the street. Things can disappear as soon as possible.
That organization is simply referred to as [college], and no one knows its full name. People only know that this mysterious organization has great power in Africa and even in parts of Europe.
Seeing here, Bedieville has tightened his fists with almost the power to pinch his fists. He knows that he can't have a common language with the anti-human organization of the college in his life. If he is given a chance, he will try to destroy the organization.
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The radiance of the singular treasures that overflowed from [the sun of the sun god] gradually dissipated. Maybe it needs to be enough for Bedieville to see, and feel that there is no need to continue to let him see it. The golden ring that fluttered in the air slowly descended and eventually fell into the hands of the werewolf youth. He put it back on his arm and wrapped it with the memory Mithril alloy that extended from the secret silver prosthetic, which was deeply hidden. Under normal circumstances, as long as the day does not automatically shine, others can not see the armband hidden in the arms of Bediville.
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Bedyville turned to look at the little crab figurine that was still struggling on the ground. That thing has not broken up anyway, and the strength of the struggle is getting smaller and smaller. Basically, it is a struggle to give up.
"Do you let me see this?" The werewolf youth whispered, "Or, is it just accidental?"
The little thing doesn't answer. It doesn't have an organ that makes a sound. It's just a simple figurine. The soul inside the core is once the soul of a child. It is not much different from the ordinary golem.
"Let's go." Biddyville sighed and picked up the little crab figurine on the ground. The little thing had completely abandoned the struggle.
"As long as you promise not to make trouble, I will let the old man of Rogan give you a better body after going back." The werewolf youth said.
The little thing shook the remaining crab claws and it was an answer. God knows if it understands.
"Stupid apprentice, are you still inside?" The voice of Rogan came from outside the door, and it was heard that the old man should be yelling loudly, but the sound could only be heard through the thick door panels.
"I'm fine!" The Werewolf youth saw nothing in the room that was worth investigating. He walked outside the door and responded with a loud voice: "Everything is fine."
The door brushed open and let Bedieville come out. After he left the room, the door was brushed and closed, making it mysterious.
"Found?" Rogan looked at the little crab figurine in Bediville's hand, knowingly asked: "The hands and feet are broken? You are really violent."
"It's not what I did, but your Golem is too rough. It flew a few times after it moved." Bettiville snorted and snorted. His wolf's face was ripped off a few hairs, and he still hurts. Fortunately, the hair that was ripped off was not too much. Bettiville’s (self-considered) handsome wolf face was not disfigured.
"So? What room is there inside?" Rogan groaned and asked: "Isn't that a treasure room inside?"
"No, it's a little black room, nothing." Biddyville didn't take it for granted: "I don't know if Eve thinks this room as highly confidential. I am thinking about it. I am afraid that the database is wrong."
"Empty room..." Rogan didn't really believe in Bedford's words, and it seemed to be a bad brain: "It seems to be good for a new workshop."
"This kind of thing you go to Eve to talk about, she will not allow it." The werewolf youth is too lazy to go with the old master theory, just push the responsibility to the ship's artificial intelligence navigation system, and the small crab in the handle Put it in the hands of the old man: "Give it to you. Go back and fix it. Then please, let this little thing smash, don't let it run around in my boat again."
"I can't put any active hands and feet on it, so it can't run. But it's so weird." Big. Master Rogan sneered with a sneer: "But if this is the captain's order, I will Have to get away."
Bettiville whited the old man and said nothing, he asked: "The core of this demon image should be the product of [college]? Do you have any way to get more information from [the college]? "
"Why are you so interested in [college] suddenly?" Rogan raised his eyes. "Well, if you force a spy, I do have the means to extract the information I want from the core. But it is possible that this will happen." Destroy the core, I don't want to do this if it is not necessary."
Betteville blinked and he knew what Rogan was saying. If the core of a child is really hidden in the core, then destroying the core is like killing a person. Some of the researchers who are magic, some people are devastated, and some still stick to the bottom line.
"So before I dismantled the core and removed the magic loops used to seal the emotions in the core, I was going to use a more gentle way to snoop intelligence. But half of this processing, this little guy doesn't seem to I am too satisfied with the new body I have given it. I have not waited for the module I installed on the voice, and it has escaped."
"Yes. It seems that he hates you quite a bit." Biddyville sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha, maybe." The old man sneered a few words in disapproval, holding the little crab magic figure and going back: "Not much to say, stupid apprentice. This black and secluded place is uncomfortable and should not be left for a long time." Let's go back."
"I have no objection." The Werewolf youth picked up the little black cat who was twirling around and followed the old Master.