Chapter 486: Metamorphosis (on)

The air contaminated by the evil mist almost killed his life. The dirty smoke from the nightmarish creatures spread into the air, making Caesar's breath heavy and wet with some liquid.
On several occasions he felt as if something was creeping in his lungs, causing his tortured throat to cough up to bleeding, but then those black hooded overseers began to impose punishment on him and stab him with needle claws Physically, Caesar wriggled in pain.
His eyes were filled with tears from time to time, a painful rash climbed onto his neck and wrist, and the metal imprint on his forehead tortured him, feeling that the hateful thing seemed to melt through the skull and become a part of his body.
This thought made him shudder.
The broken bones in his hands and feet have healed. Although he still feels pain, he has almost completely recovered his ability to move.
Caesar wiped his eyes with the back of his cocoon's hand while he was putting down another boulder. The sound of the stone falling almost resounded through the shadow of the rain.
This is what they call it, the real name is unknown.
But in his eyes, this is a twisted, grotesque and depraved place, and countless horrible black towers are increasing at an alarming rate, stone by stone.
Huge insect-like cranes swayed around, hanging down slings, barbed claws grabbed more stones, and smoke and oil continued to emanate.
Caesar stared at the nearest crane console with his exhausted and sleepless eyes. The mechanical driving may have been a personal one, but now it is completely chéngrén.
Dozens of tight metal cables and barbs pierce the skin and suspend it in the cockpit, with eye sockets and throats extending out of the hose, the legs shrink into wilted twigs attached to the body, and skinny fingers pull Cable hanging.
Soon, Caesar looked away from this ugly scene.
Sharp bells traversed the construction site. The black supervisors slashed the slaves along the road and drove them away from the scaffolding and slate. Caesar and another worker stood by the wall of the round tower, waiting for the grouting tube to swing in their direction. .
The other slave groups inside the Black Tower were even more tired. Although the high tower was only thirty meters above ground level, it dug more than twice the distance below the center of the earth.
Caesar felt a dizzy attack, and every time he looked at the edge would make him impulsive, but he immediately shook away yòuhuò, as long as he had a breath, he would fight to the end, to live to see this fallen city destroyed , He firmly believes that the light of Kai Meng will shine here.
But the other slaves could not resist the idea of ​​jumping down from the wall, but even so, they could not be freed. The iron chain connecting the collar was bolted to the eagle frame at every distance, regardless of stepping on the air or trying to jump And escape from hell.
In the end, most of them were hung by the wall of the tower, usually pulling down several other slaves, but it was not enough to kill.
Their only chance is to jump off as much as possible, and then pray that the neck will be broken. If they survive, they must face the torture of the supervisors, and not only the parties, but other slaves who have been tossed must also sit and be punished.
The fear of punishment led to the fact that as long as a slave seemed to try to end his suffering, he was stopped by his fellow prisoners and could only continue to be enslaved.
The heavy grouting tube swayed to the position above Caesar in the hiss of the piston, and the coworker and he positioned and pulled the grouting tube so that the hose could be aimed at the center of the stone.
The muddy grout flowed out slowly, and then the hose shook again to the hands of the next group of slaves. The slaves knelt down and wiped the grout evenly with their hands.
The grouting of the fixed stones smells disgusting and has a pathological pink hue.
Caesar tried not to look too closely at these substances. Before he found human teeth in it, he realized with trembling that this was the end of many deceased people, twisted into a paste, and turned into a disgusting greasy grout.
Everyone was covered with these things from head to toe, the tip of the tongue tasted a certain metallic smell, and the offensive odor filled the nasal cavity.
Zizi~~!
While the slaves were working, a terrible flesh-and-blood machine floated in mid-air.
It has an almost distorted human appearance, pale skin like a corpse, a filthy mechanical carapace covering its rickety back, and many hoses and glass syringes messyly inserted on it.
Its lower body was empty, and only the tentacles drooped weakly. The head-shaped loudspeaker placed a messy sound effect, and its hands were serrated blades, covered with dried blood.
It was like a dark cloud, shrouded above everyone's head. The slaves did not know its name, but they knew it would bring a lot of pain.
Pain engine-what they call it.
Xiéè's remix is ​​sung in a language that Caesar hopes he will never understand, mixed with the roars and whispers of a nightmare.
He seemed to hear a voice whispering in the hustle and bustle, covering his name under the roar and chaos of chaos.
The eardrums of the slaves were ravaged by this crazy voice all the time.
kill him……
He heard a sensible voice hidden in the chaotic screams, shēnyín, endless singing and monotonous buzzing of the pain engine.
The bell rang again, and the slaves quickly returned to the scaffold after finishing the work of applying grout. The painful screams came from the slaves who were too slow to be punished by the supervisor.
The scaffold began to sway, and the slaves clung to the iron above.
Every twenty stones placed, the mechanized scaffold will climb up the narrow steps, the piston will spit out steam, and the spider-like mechanical legs will pull the scaffold to the gradually increasing building.
This is really a clever creation.
Caesar had to admit that even though he hated this thing deeply in his heart.
The slaves squatted on the shaking eagle frame, holding their hands tightly. The coworkers on the side grinned at him with both eyes excited and bright.
Caesar guessed that this man had lost his mind, and he seemed to be enjoying hell-like labor.
It takes about ten minutes for the scaffold to be re-fixed. This is the only real rest time for the slaves, and the supervisors continue to let out the hateful noise.
"So what did you originally do?"
Caesar asked in a low voice, he knew what his partner's name was and where he was from, but he still didn't know the person's job before being arrested, and the other party seemed to avoid this topic on purpose.
He didn't answer, and the man covered with flesh and blood looked away.
"What did you originally do?"
Caesar whispered again in a harder tone.
traitor……
He felt that he heard a terrible voice in the pain engine's megaphone.
"I was originally a newspaper reporter."
The other person's eyes flickered, and Caesar suddenly remembered where he had seen him in the past.
"I have seen you before."
He said that his eyes shook violently, his eyes flashing unnatural enthusiasm, and the man immediately shook his head restlessly.
"Yes, I have seen you."
Caesar nodded.
"Before us."
Kill him, traitor.
Caesar shook his head and covered his ears with both hands, trying to drive the voice out of his head, and the pain engine of this place and was driving him crazy.
He is a member of the opposition party. He has repeatedly criticized the empire's secret service system for interference in the political situation. He believes that the empire is about to be controlled by his shadow. This is extremely dangerous, but no one supports him, or No one dared to support him.
Later, he wanted to plan a parade, or shìwēi, to disclose the entire bureau to the public.
Before that, he invited some reporters.
Later, he came to this place, and even after waking up, he didn't know what happened.
"Are you ok?"
He vaguely heard the coworkers asking, and then nodded.
"Someone will come."
Caesar said to himself:
"The empress will not sit back and watch this happen~EbookFREE.me~ there will be someone to save us."
The co-workers smirked smirkly and shook their heads:
"No one will come. We will die here. No one can fight the Prince of Shadows in the Empire."
kill him.
Caesar closed his eyes tightly and shook his body back and forth, trying to cover the terrible noise.
"Someone will come."
He told himself that he felt that the symbol planted under his forehead was twisting, and that the filth seemed to pass through his skull and into his brain.
He tried to pray to the Father, his lips wriggled silently, but the hoarse, noisy murmurs seemed to grow louder, and the noise mixed in the noise kept hitting his eardrums.
Someone will come, he thinks so, they must come!