If an outsider who is unknown inside and outside sees this scene, he will definitely think it is a kind of evil sacrificial ritual. In fact, there is indeed a connection between biotechnology and evil sacrificial ritual. The original origin of technology was originally derived from witchcraft, and it was precisely to explore the origin of the world from unknown things that continuously develop profound technological power.

Like the alternative food synthesis skills such as white worms, the skill of using their own flesh and blood to copy the body is also not mature. Because of this, Heg did not kill the Duchess, but allowed her to live. Only in this way can we constantly cut off fresh meat, distinguish the combination and composition of cells again and again, thereby creating a perfect replica.

There are many unsolvable problems in this replica itself, such as disordered menstruation, unstable cell structure, etc. Take the old woman as an example. She had a sudden menstruation when she was out last week, making her skirt dirty. Two days ago, one of her legs suddenly melted, and her body was covered with fishy pus. Hege had no choice but to attribute it to a lack of understanding of the ontology. However, as a failure, it is also a necessary condition to stimulate the Duchess's nerve activity. It is best to meet the same person and the fake person.

This is not Hegel's perverted preference. The activity of ontosocial cells determines the intensity of absorption cognition. That is to say, if the Duchess' brain cells are active, the split core (tongue) produced from Hegel's body is more consistent with the ontosocial.

Looking at the duchess who was almost madly nailed to the wall, Hege smiled faintly and waved to the male servant who had been waiting beside him.

The male servant nodded understandingly, picked up the steel axe that had been prepared from the ground, smiled grimly, and slashed hard at the Duchess' left leg.

The battle in Maca City ended earlier than expected.

Baron Sorant's head was inserted at the top of a ten-meter-long rifle, standing upright outside the city lord's mansion

There were more than thirty guns inserted into dead people's heads, and all the cut-off heads were turned white. The nearby ground had been soaked in blood, and the smelly blood continued to seep out from under the corpse. It slowly flowed along the stairs made of rocks to the lower pavement, forming dark red potholes.

Slave riots have never happened in the Labangka continent. People do not think that a mere slave can have the same power as the king. Most of the rebels are wealthy merchants, nobles, and manor owners in Maka City. They not only refuse to obey Su Hao's orders, but also send private soldiers and armed forces to fight at the first time.

Under normal circumstances, slaves are certainly not the opponent of fully armed soldiers. However, the situation is completely different now. The Beta-level "worker bees" with strong combat power are invincible on the battlefield. With them as the spearhead, the rebel army has no power to fight back. Groups of slaves get weapons and roar into the manors and noble mansions. They use swords and guns to kill everyone they see and steal everything they like.

This is indeed a riot.

The streets were full of crazy and hysterical shouts, and there were slaves full of excited faces. They could easily distinguish themselves from ordinary civilians in appearance. Most of the slaves' skin was rough, not covered in clothes, and were fearless. The expressions on their faces were no longer as fearful as usual, but were full of cruelty and madness. They rushed into the homes of citizens without scruples, dragged women from the room to the street outside on the street, killed the owner of the house, and took everything for themselves.

Many slaves held torches in their hands, but were asked by the Knight Barth and other "worker bees" to extinguish immediately. Su Hao needed a complete city of Maca, not a ruin burned by the fire. This order was executed among some slaves, and some slaves refused. They shouted and questioned the "worker bees". Some irritable guys even wanted to draw their swords on the spot. The final outcome was of course the word "death".

kill

robbery

Turn everything into mine

This is what the slaves think. Please note that it is not "we", but "me". They never cover all this with more people's ideas, just targeting themselves. Of course, the slogan is to shout it out with everyone, and when you get the benefits, anyone is selfish.

When you don’t have freedom, you want to regain your freedom, and you want to get more after you get freedom. When you eat enough, you want to get money, and when you have money, you still need beautiful women. This is the desire of smart creatures, so evil and so dirty, but if it weren’t for this, the so-called “rebels” in history, including Su Hao, now, would not have the ability to cause comprehensive conflicts.

Walking on the bloody red carpet, Su Hao walked to the window and silently stared at the noisy streets of life in the distance.

He saw a young girl being dragged out of the house by more than a dozen slaves and stripped her clothes on the road several times. The slaves who had been detained for a long time grabbed the girl's hands, feet, and limbs, and took turns to take off her pants and ravage the girl wildly. The poor woman was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. She kept screaming that was not as loud as a human voice, and her hanging body shook back and forth with the violent impact. Her snow-white body appeared and disappeared in the gaps of dark naked bodies, her hands and feet were raised high, and her mouth was quickly blocked by an impatient slave with her genitals... The madmen who had just gained freedom had a great time having fun, and the girl was killed by them. After playing with her, the barbaric slaves directly dismembered the girl, and grilled pieces of cooked meat with hot oil splashing.

A fat and white man escaped from his home in a panic and swept over by several slaves on the spot. The slaves divided the goods and clothes the man carried, tied the stripped man tightly with ropes, tied the wildebeest's saddle, and then whipped the horse's butt. When the running wildebeest was stopped at the other end of the city, the man's legs were already grinding off the road covered with stones, and his broken intestines and internal organs were dragged out from his abdomen, and the flesh and blood were sprinkled throughout the street.

This is the great change.

It is that simple to divide wealth. Kill everyone in the ruling class, their money, real estate, and houses are all ours. The meat of the noble children is tender and delicious, and the beautiful noble women sleep when they want to sleep. In short, I am a slave, I am an oppressed group, and I am whatever I want. The world has changed, and I am now the master of my fucking.

Su Hao had no intention of stopping all this. He got the power to control Maka City, and the desire of slaves also needed to be satisfied. Yes, all of this was barbaric and cruel, bloody and violent, but the change of power was like this. No king in the world was willing to take the initiative to give up his power and become a slave to others. Everything needed to be fought for by himself. On the earth, it can be seen as a counterattack of Si's handsome and rich man. This is the continent of Labangka, and the means naturally need to be more intense and crazy. Whether it is killing, robbery, or violence, they are just for themselves to get the support of more slaves. When all the chaos subsides, they will become the most stable backbone of the new country.

Since you want to kill, kill Yu Jing and kill him with great pleasure.

The hatred of slaves did not come out of thin air. The nobles and wealthy people did make generous profits from slaves. Tortures such as cutting noses, eye gouging, and tongue are almost all targeting slaves who fled or resisted. No matter what country or race, as long as they lose their freedom and become slaves, it means losing everything from then on.

The little girl who was dragged to the street and was raped by dozens of slaves was indeed pitiful. But when she was in the prison slave camp, Su Hao heard the slaves say in an angry tone that a noble girl who was only about ten years old actually cut the throat of the female slave next to her with a dining knife at the banquet. The reason was just because the female slave did not add vegetables to her in time, and the little girl's favorite rock sugar fruit soup was taken away by others. The little girl, whose greedy desire was not satisfied, was furious on the spot. It took her more than ten minutes to cut it.

I don’t know how many knifes there were, so that the poor female slave’s throat was broken. Everyone present saw this bloody and cruel scene, but no one came out to stop it. The nobles attending the banquet kept applauding the little girl, praising her bravery, witty and decisiveness. Many people bluntly expressed their opinions, claiming that the female slave “sincere”, “The lowly slave should be dealt with like this”, “The clumsy slave is worth nothing at all. Instead of spending food to raise it, it is better to kill it directly like this…”

The girls at the banquet are obviously not the same person as the girls on the street. But this doesn't matter. They all wear expensive clothes and enjoy delicacies that slaves can never get. This is the so-called sin, and it is also the source of riots and chaos.

I don’t know why, looking at the turbulent and bloody world outside the window, Su Hao suddenly had the urge to laugh. This was not a sarcasm or mockery, but a strange consciousness that he didn’t understand. He had no feelings for the world of Labangka. Although it was suitable for people to live in, it was not a real earth. There was nothing he knew about, nor did he have to rely on for his relatives. Although it was a sin to guide chaos and turmoil, Su Hao had no psychological burden. After all, it was not certain whether the intelligent creatures in this world could be considered humans. Although they looked like humans, in the real biology classification, they could only be regarded as "subman", "half-man", and "special races that had not evolved completely."

"Hahahaha, kill it and destroy everything and regain absolute power."

Su Hao stood in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window of the city lord's mansion and waved and shouted: "Everyone must obey me, and all those who resist will be killed. Today is your time for the banquet. You can vent whatever you want, and vent whatever you want. I don't need aristocrats or vassals. I am the god in your mind, the only god."

When Meng Qi walked into the bathroom surrounded by several guards, Knight Barth was hanging out in the water with several naked young and beautiful girls.

There is obviously no such thing as "forty-nine" in the continent of Labonka. Although he has spent the youngest and ridiculous years, Barth has no idea of ​​restraining himself. This place originally belonged to a ruined Count. That guy actually just inherited the title of his ancestors, and his power and wealth have declined to the extreme in this generation. But no matter what, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. Compared with ordinary knights like Barth, the ruined Count's property still seems rich. At least, the production of this manor is envied by many people. Although the castle is small, it is very exquisite and the decoration is also luxurious. Especially this bathroom is simply a swimming pool that can accommodate hundreds of people. Immerse my tired body in hot water, and there are young and beautiful girls next to it to bathe. This is simply the most comfortable enjoyment in the world.

Meng Qi ignored Bart's kindness to call him down to bathe. He slowly pinched his slender beard with his fingers, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his thin face.

"If I were you, get up from the pool immediately and roll back to your post as quickly as possible."

Although this sentence is a metaphor, it immediately angered the knight Barth. He stood up from the bathhouse in anger, grabbed the short sword hanging on the wall next to him, and pointed the sharp sword edge at Meng Qi, but did not attack, but roared at the sarcastic businessman.

"What qualifications do you have to say such things to me? Who do you think you are? You are just a sinister and cunning businessman. You don't even have the qualifications to lick my toes before."

Meng Qi smiled gloomyly. The two were very close, and he had already smelled a strong sense of alcohol coming from Barth. This guy drank too much, so that even his standing posture was a little fluffy, and his face and eyes became slightly red.

Barth couldn't see Meng Qi's movements clearly. He felt that his eyes were blurred, but he found that Meng Qi was walking around from the side at a strange speed, grabbing his wrist holding the sword with one hand, and tightly holding his neck from behind with the other hand.

Meng Qi's face was still smiling, but Bart's wine woke up halfway. He felt cold sweat on his forehead and his body became stiff. Just a few seconds ago, the pride and ferocity that filled his body was gone for a moment.

He is a knight, Baron Sorant's personal guard. Bart is skilled in combat, and even against the natives in the Central Mountains, he has the power to fight. Mengqi is just a businessman and has never shown any strength in this regard. But now, regardless of movement, speed or strength, Mengqi is just right. He accurately grasped Bart's wrist bone and grabbed Bart's back neck without any error. The time when his fingertips contacted the target was not at all, and Bart did not even have the chance to fight back. This terrible accuracy is unheard of by Bart, and it is simply incredible.

"If I want to kill you, your head is no longer on your neck."

Mengqi slowly pulled out the short sword in Bart's hand, held the hilt, and slowly placed the sword edge on Bart's shoulder. The tip of his nose almost touched the poor knight's cheek, and his voice was very low, full of fearful death threats.

"Do you know? I'm helping you. Use your pig brain to think about it. Is it time to have fun? Yes, the master has indeed given the order for three days of carnival. But this order is directed to those liberated slaves, not including you and me. Only you, an idiot, will live in this manor in a big way and enjoy it unscrupulously. Dear Knight, I have to admit that you have a good set of pleasure. Look at this bathroom, there are youthful beauties, fresh fruits and good wine on the plate. Oh, there are roasted lamb legs and smoked chicken on the coffee table over there. There are full wine and meals and women who serve at any time... Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk you probably don't know that the master's breakfast today is only bread and bacon, plus a large cup of clean water."

These words made Bart wake up completely. He wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, waved his hand to let the maid who was at a loss beside him go down, quickly grabbed the clothes and put them on quickly, and his face turned into a sincere expression of asking Meng Qi for advice.

"Me, what should I do?"

Meng Qi glanced at him coldly: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Bart had no arrogance and anger as before, his face turned a little pale, and he kept saying: "I know...of course I know."

Meng Qi's eyes became meaningful: "Do you want to be just a knight forever in your life? Or do you want to be an earl, a marquis, or even a duke?"

Bart suddenly raised his head, his eyes almost glared out of his sockets, and his eyes became unprecedentedly hot.

"You are very lucky that the master has chosen you as an assistant from the beginning. Yes, you did give us a lot of help. You transferred most of the guards of the lord's mansion and opened the gate of the prison slave camp and the weapon warehouse when needed. As a reward, the master gave you this manor. You can understand that this is your fiefdom. Well, it is true that I should not ask if I stay at my own home and enjoy it. But seeing that we are all followers from Maka City, don't you think you should do something at this time?"

Meng Qi's voice was calm, but Barth felt that it was full of wisdom that he had never been exposed to: "Slaves need to form an army, the materials collected need to be counted, and food and weapons need a more stable source of supply. Many people have died in this city, and the massacre and robbery will end in three days. At that time, everything will be restored. Except for you and me, the nobles and wealthy merchants have all died. Don't you want to be the master's most trusted subordinate? Or are you just satisfied with getting a manor and a few women?"

Benefits are the greatest and best stimulus.

Barth couldn't help but tremble, not because of fear or resentment towards Meng Qi, but because of the saying "Do you want to be a duke?"

He smiled awkwardly until he saw a satisfied smile on Meng Qi's face, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and asked seriously and hurriedly: "Tell me what should I do?"
Chapter completed!