Goodwin filled up the pit as quickly as he could and buried the corpse of the Perverted Beast in it. When the people from the church came, their first reaction would be to say," It escaped." They would spend more time looking for it. Besides, after suffering so much, it should be buried in peace.
Next, Goodwin began to trace the direction of the magic resources along the pipe. Outside the monitoring point, the soul aura wasn't very dense, but if one focused on the ground, they could still read some traces of magic power on the pipe. Following this trace, Goodwin could grasp the approximate location of the pipe.
The pipeline finally led him to a neighboring town in the Imperial Capital, a place called Wangxia Town. There were no fields or mines in this place. It was not reasonable to build such a small town so close to the capital. Obviously, the existence of this town had a special meaning: Goodwin realized that it was the intersection of twelve pipes.
The gathering point of the pipes was right below the town's government office.
At this time, the correct thing to do was to sneak into the government office to investigate the clues. However, Goodwin didn't have the option to " infiltrate." Even if he used a black cloth to wrap himself up like a dumpling, it could not hide the dazzling light. Holy apostles were just so cool. There was nothing they could do.
Then he could only rely on his speed to force his way through. If he was discovered, he would say that he had found the wrong way while looking for the toilet. Anyway, he was an apostle, a follower of the gods. No one could do anything to him.
Although it was late at night, there were still guards at the entrance of the municipal government office.
"Soul Imprint, speed enhancement!”
He rushed in like a ray of light and knocked out the guard at the door. However, a hidden sentry discovered his unconscious colleague and immediately sounded the alarm. With the alarm as the background music, Goodwin walked around the government office, but he did not find any traps. So he decided to break the mechanism with brute force and punch a big hole in the floor. That was how he found the hidden basement.
There were also guards in the basement, but they were not experts. They only saw a flash of light in front of their eyes before they were knocked to the ground. Originally, experts were all very busy. It was impossible for them to guard the door at night.
Goodwin did a quick search and found that the underground space of the City Hall could be divided into four areas.
The first area was the security room. There were about ten guards stationed there, but they had all been knocked unconscious by Goodwin.
The second area was the office area. There were five people in this area, and they should all be staff. They were still fast asleep when Goodwin came in. To be on the safe side, Goodwin first woke them up with the light and then knocked them out with force.
The third area was the core area. There was a huge magic device placed there. It looked very technological and did not seem to be a product of this era. It was the end of the journey of the twelve magic tubes, and it contained the magic resources that made Goodwin shudder. If the territory of the Empire was really suspended in the sky by some kind of floating device, then it should be that device.
The fourth area, which was also the largest area, seemed to be a mixed area of a prison, an interrogation room, and a research room. There were a large number of First Nations locked up here, and their mental states looked very dispirited. They didn't even look at Goodwin despite the commotion he caused. Goodwin noticed that almost all of them were missing arms and legs, had their abdominal cavity or skulls cut open, or had strange magical devices inserted into them. The area was filled with bottles and jars filled with all kinds of suspicious liquids. Goodwin smelled magic in the liquid.
Goodwin ran back to the office area, woke up a guy who looked like the manager, and dragged him to the prison area.
"What did you do to them?" Goodwin asked.
"What did you do?" The manager still looked dizzy. "As fuel."
"What kind of fuel?"
"This…I can't say." The manager seemed to gradually wake up.
Then Goodwin beat him up.
"I really can't say." The manager cried. "I will die."
The Church's people were coming soon, and Goodwin had no time to waste on him.
"If you don't tell me, you'll die now." Goodwin grabbed him by the throat. "Even if you die, I can still read your 'memory'.”
The manager's mental fortitude was not good. Clearly, he had not received any training in counter-interrogation. "They…are used to be the beasts of rebellion.”
Goodwin was stunned. "How can a human become a beast?”
"…They are not humans. They are the filthiest monsters in the world.”
Goodwin slapped the steward. "I didn't ask you that. I'm asking you, how did they become the Rebel Beasts?”
" As long as... you torture me." The manager was a little breathless from Goodwin's pinch. "Torturing…will breed resentment. As long as…they continued to torture them, in front of them…torturing their loved ones, their hatred…would only grow deeper. If he used the Distortion Tool invented by the Executor to gather the resentment, there would be a chance to give birth to the Rebel Beast.”
"…Is this how all perverted beasts are produced?”
"No, the vast majority of the Rebel Beasts…are naturally produced. At least…it has always been so. The resentment of tens of thousands of people…could only produce one Rebel Beast, so they…had always been very rare. Until the Executor... discovered the method to create a perverted beast.”
"…Continue."
Blasphemer…is the best fuel. We have tried…to torture criminals or traitors. But they…would soon surrender, and their hatred would turn into cowardice. Only the Blasphemers…no matter how tormented they were…they would not yield. They would only hate them more and more. Moreover…the number of death row prisoners is limited. If we kill too many…it will arouse suspicion. As long as the war continues…we will always have…Blasphemers to use. If one Blasphemer's hatred wasn't enough, he would torture ten Blasphemers. If ten wasn't enough, he would torture a hundred.……In the end, we will have…an endless supply of Rebellious Beasts, and…an endless supply of Holy Magic Medicines, enough to turn the children of every dignitary into mages.”
"…You are all animals."
"What we did…was no different from slaughtering cows, sheep, chickens, and ducks. We are doing this for…the future of the Empire. I…can't breathe." The manager's face turned red, and he was about to suffocate.
Goodwin really wanted him to suffocate, but he still had something to ask him.
"What is that huge device? A floating device?" he asked.
Floating was one of its functions.”The manager said. "Its real name is the God's Punishment Cannon.”
"God's Punishment Cannon? Wasn't it modified into a floating device?”
" Part of its energy is used to keep the Empire's territory afloat," the steward said. "But its essence is still a cannon."
"Are you going to use it to fire another shot?!”
"The blasphemers in the Land of God Punishment are like cockroaches that can't be killed. The blasphemers on the ground are always a threat…"
"The last time you fired, the entire continent was blasted to the point where no one could live!”
" That was a miscalculation. It won't happen again this time…"
" So you really plan on killing all the Original People?!”Goodwin felt that these people must be crazy. "Then who are you going to use as magic fuel? Your own people?"
"We only intend to eliminate the wild Blasphemers.”Manager. " The fuel can be provided by the raised Blasphemer…"
"A raised…Blasphemer?”Goodwin suddenly realized that there were more than four areas in the basement.
Beneath his feet, there was an evil energy flowing.
So he smashed the floor under his feet and dragged the manager down to the next floor.
On this level, there were many " original people." Everyone was fixed to a seat, unable to see or speak. Everyone was doing the same thing. The foul air was suffocating.
"In this Demon Extermination Battle, all the captured Blasphemers will be sent here.”The manager said.
Goodwin said nothing.
" As you know, Blasphemers have very short lifespans. It's rare for them to live to adulthood, but they're not extinct. Because their reproductive ability was as strong as a bug.”
Goodwin remained silent.
"The Executor made full use of this and created such a breeding farm. Actually, the principle was not complicated. It was similar to a chicken farm. In this way, we would have an endless supply of Blasphemers. Even if they were born in this way, the hatred rooted in their blood will not be eliminated, so we can have an endless supply of Holy Magic Medicine…"
"All of you will go to hell." Goodwin grabbed the steward's throat again.
"Everything we do is for the Empire! The Executor had said it before! We are fulfilling the will of the gods!”The manager shouted.
"Then your god has been in hell since the beginning.”Goodwin exerted more strength in his hands.
"Don't…! You said you wouldn't kill me…! The apostles couldn't go back on their promise!”The steward struggled and pounded Goodwin's body.
"I never said that." said Goodwin. "Besides, you saw my face. I won't let you live."
An explosion sounded.
Blood dyed his face, body, and clothes red. His ever-shining light seemed to have dimmed a little.
There was a clamor above their heads. The town's security forces seemed to have been mobilized.
Goodwin shattered the wall and left the government office in another direction, then slipped out of King's Town.
He was thinking, Should I run back to the medical center and pretend to be asleep?
After some reasoning, he felt that this was not a good choice. Although no one should have seen his face, he had made too much noise this time and exposed too many flaws. If anyone caught him at any point, the crime of treason would be confirmed. There were many experts in the Imperial Capital. If they caught him while he was pretending to sleep, he would be completely cold. To be on the safe side, it was better to leave the capital without looking back.
I'm sorry, manager. You died in vain. Although you deserve to die.
He didn't know where he could escape to, but he would take it one day at a time. Now, he was very envious of his past self, who had a time limit for summoning. When the time was up, he could sneak back to the real world without taking a single cloud with him.
But no matter where he fled, he felt that he should say goodbye to Regina before he left. So he ran to the front line overnight and snuck into Regina's tent.
Regina slept peacefully. Her sleeping face was lovable, and her golden hair was so soft that people couldn't help but want to touch it. But Goodwin just stood there and watched him quietly. He had no right to touch her face and hair.
He deliberated over his farewell words, but he could not think of anything to say. He hadn't decided if he should wake her up.
If only he knew how to enter a dream. While she was asleep, he would give her a dream and tell her what he needed to say. This way, he could avoid the awkwardness of saying goodbye in person.
"Lord…Goodwin?" Just then, Regina woke up and rubbed her eyes. As expected, their hearts were connected. He realized that she looked very cute when she rubbed her eyes.
"…Didn't you return to the Gathering of Seven?”she asked.
"Yes, I realized that there was a group of quacks there. They couldn't cure my illness at all, so I came back.”he said. "Oh, I have nothing else to do. I just wanted to say hello to you. Since you're already asleep, I'll leave.”
"Then let me treat you tomorrow?”Regina's smile carried a trace of pride and satisfaction.
"Sure," Goodwin smiled. "Then I'll leave it to you."
"You're welcome."
Goodwin turned around.
"Right, Lord Goodwin."
"…What?"
"Oh, it's nothing important. I received a letter from my brother today. Thanks to you, the Oracle rewarded me with a sum of money. I bought new shoes for my brother, and he was very happy. He told me to thank you properly."
"Is that so? That's great." Goodwin turned around and smiled. "Say hello to him for me."
He walked out of the tent.
Looking up, the stars were especially bright today.
The brightest star pointed in the north direction.
"Probably not.”
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