Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

In the dark crypt, a black mist erupted from the boy's body, and in the blink of an eye, a figure invisible to the naked eye flashed past the huge airtight door.

With a crackling sound, the culture tanks made of tempered glass burst open one by one, and the light green culture solution gurgled out from the cracks.

The expression of the body in the culture tank became extremely painful, like a suffocated and drowning person, with claw-shaped palms, slapping the glass wall one after another.

The air pressure in the tank kept dropping, and blood oozed from those sickly white skins.

Their bodies are not yet fully developed, and their fragile bodies cannot restrain the pumping dragon blood in their bodies, and the surging blood is constantly squeezed out of their bodies by the pressure difference between the inside and outside.

They groaned in pain and made screams like babies crying.

The young man exhaled heavily, he was already out of breath.

He seems to be in a vast, boundless mirror world, and every jar is a mirror.

Everyone in it is a perfect replica of himself, from the curvature of the eyes to the thickness of the lips, hair color and skin color, a complete one-to-one copy.

"Assassin, vent your anger to your heart's content, a hundred or a thousand experimental subjects are not as important as you in my heart." His voice is full of fatherly love, but don't demons often deceive the world with sweet words.

"You are a devil, a lunatic, a war criminal, you should go to hell." The boy's body twitched in pain, his palms were filled with blood, and before he knew it, he had smashed countless glass jars with his knife.

The blood on his hand wasn't his~ his mind was so confused it was close to going insane.

A wriggling body was lying on the ground, its chest was torn open by a sharp weapon.

It was the boy's weapon, the pure black blade and handle, it was a murderous weapon hidden in the dark with endless murderous intent and bloody smell.

That experimental subject was probably a model with tenacious vitality. After the jar was shattered, he crawled out of the cultivation jar with difficulty and pain. He used his chest to block the blade in the boy's hand.

He hoped to end his life in this way and usher in salvation.

But who will redeem the boy?

He looked at the blood in the palm of his hand, it was his own blood, but it was not his blood.

His heart twitched violently, a large amount of blood mixed with adrenaline flooded his whole body, and scales and sharp teeth burst out from his body surface and mouth. This change only took a moment to complete.

Heck~ A pitch-black mist erupted from the ground again, and the speed and power faster than the human form emerged, and he pulled out the black knife stuck on the clone body.

There were deep footprints on the ground, but no one could be seen at all.

In the huge factory, countless transparent glass walls exploded, and pieces of glass slag flew in the air.

Time passed by every minute and every second, the blood in the boy's body was still hot, but the strength in his hand was a little weaker than before.

For more than ten hours, he couldn't remember how many miserable black pupils he saw, painfully flickering in the light green liquid.

He couldn't remember exactly how many culture tanks he destroyed. He got lost in this huge factory, and he even suspected that the place he came to was a strange world.

In each of the jars, there are souls similar to themselves being imprisoned. They are painfully twisted in the jars, gnashing their teeth and claws.

He sat down with his back against a broken jar, the tears from the corners of his eyes fell in threads on the concrete floor of the factory, kicking up dust.

A pair of hands stretched out from the broken jar, followed by the head, which was a somewhat sickly white face.

Maybe it was because they were on the verge of death, their hands showed a dilapidated gray-white color, just like the white bones outside the factory.

"Don't cry~" The vocal cords of this clone seemed to be fully developed. His hands touched the skin on the back of the boy's neck, and small bumps formed on the skin, but he still let his hands wrap around his neck.

"He" said softly, "Don't cry".

The clone that hugged its own brain from behind died, and the last cold breath sprayed on the boy's skin.

He trembled constantly.

Looking around in fear.

He has already returned to his human form due to loss of strength, and his endless power has faded away. Now he is just a thin boy buried among countless selves.

"I'm here to help you" He uttered the voice again after an interval of more than ten hours.

"Let's relieve your anger now, you have destroyed thousands of our experimental subjects, but it doesn't matter, you are my most precious thing"

"Do you know why I used your body to meet Lilith?"

"I do not know"

The boy trembled and hugged his head, the words he said were extremely weak.

"The reason is to make her hate you, and I plan to use that body to humiliate her, so that her hatred for you will be even stronger."

"Because it's impossible for you, she is destined to be sacrificed, and you are the next 'Prince', isn't it ironic?"

"Human beings will always bind themselves because of feelings"

"Some people work for me for money"

"Some people sacrifice their lives for me because they want to be loved"

"Some people are eager to get a good marriage and work hard for me"

"Then what about you, Assassin, I hope you can fight for yourself, because when I ascend the throne, you will be the most honorable prince. Fighting for yourself is not much better than those ordinary people who are entangled in fetters."

The scenes with that woman flashed in the boy's eyes. They were too sweet to be sweeter, they also cuddled each other, and they made various vows.

"If you let her hate me, aren't you afraid that I will hate you?"

"Not afraid." When the voice said these two words, its tone was as hard as ice.Ice that cannot be melted even with napalm.

"The so-called 'Road to God' is nothing more than a false god. The road I walk is different from all the people who have walked it. That road should be named"

"The Way of the True God"

"True God?" The boy repeated these two words mechanically.

"There is only one true God, because only such a God can be truly happy"

"Whether it's Greek mythology, Nordic mythology, or even Chinese mythology, don't you find it strange?"

"Strange. What?"

The boy had some anticipation in his heart, the secret of this world, the secret of God will be revealed at this moment.

He is a human being, as long as he is a human being, he will have curiosity. How can the secrets of the gods not touch his heart.

"Shouldn't God be carefree, have no troubles, and be happy forever?" That voice questioned.

"However, no matter whether it is China, Greece, Northern Europe, or Egypt...the ancient myths and stories in almost all regions, the gods in them have the same emotions and desires as human beings, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy."

"They are selfish, jealous, aggressive, murderous, and even as long as they are their favorite people or gods, they can mate and produce offspring at will, disregarding ethics and morals, and there is no asceticism"

"How can such an ugly thing deserve the name of a god? They are just a group of human beings who have gained power. They pretend to be gods, just to better deceive weak ordinary people."

"The false gods who fool the world will be punished by heaven"

"You say that the gods in the myth are ugly, but you, aren't you even dirtier and more vulgar, and you will do anything to achieve your goals? The evil things you have done are not enough." come from.

"No, I will become a real god and judge the world"

"To get rid of the evil in the world, before I become a true god, I have to be more evil and more poisonous than them."

"The end of the world is coming, my child, follow me to judge all the evils in the world"

"In a world that has passed God's punishment, there won't be so many miserable people or things"

"Will it be a world without regrets?" the boy asked.

"Yes," he said.