Abyssal Kingdom

Wei An looked at this scene with a calm expression.

But he felt his heart stop for a moment, and then it beat violently again, bringing a tearing pain, his hands were sweaty and trembling a little.

He didn't know what was going on, he thought it was because of what the high priest said, even though Wei An had adjusted the emotional data, he felt a chill down his back when he heard this.

This is disgusting, it is about to happen in front of him - they are refining Guiling into a "magic weapon".

This is what Shenhuang did, to remove part of the "god" in the deep space in this way.

When detached from the ontology, many contracts, control and rejection procedures of ancient civilizations are no longer useful, and you can do things that are never allowed in contracts under normal conditions.

During the first God-binding ceremony, the system said that Guiling's system had 30.00% abnormal freezing, and that's what it said.

The Ministry of Science has obviously developed and mastered this technology, and it has been "refined" on Gui Ling for a round.

The god-binding ceremony began, and it was still very pompous.

The ceremony officer shouted: "The second god-binding ceremony begins, heart!"

He also called out an astonishing length figure, which should be a value for an ink-like nail, and he exclaimed: "The first inch—"

The light was very bright, like a surgical lamp, and the high priest scratched Gui Ling's forehead with the tip of his pen dipped in golden ink.

It's just a very soft pen tip passing by, but in the deeper space, Wei An can almost hear the cracking sound of rolling and buckling.

Every thread has been calculated, and at the same time, a group of priests are calculating the pattern of the Guiling system in the deep space, and then lock it.

The golden ink is like a powerful hook, which can fix the power source of his deep space, and then take it away through the body.

Wei An stared at him.

He thought of the ancient legends of Taoyuan that often have this kind of decorative pattern. The face and body of the super user are painted with extremely beautiful golden patterns. The shape is indescribable, but it feels mysterious and sacred.

Now some small countries or fanatics imitate it, but they only take some superficial things. This is not a religious act, but has its scientific basis.

Now, what Wei An sees is "authentic", a ritual that truly bound "gods" in ancient times.

In his field of vision, the entire hall is resplendent and resplendent. In the depths of the space, lines move. The Guiling system is too huge, and the chains that lock it can light up the entire city.

As a structural embedded technology, it is almost a kind of light pollution, everywhere.

The body of the person on the throne was tense and his breathing was rapid. In a deeper space, Wei An felt the smell of blood again.

If it was said that those golden nails prevented him from moving, it was countless smaller nails that locked every inch of him in this city.

Wei An looked at the face of the person on the throne, and for some reason, it reminded him of Xue.

Cold, empty, clean.It didn't make sense, but it just occurred to him.

The soft strokes were drawn on the man's face, and the luxurious and strange pattern slowly traced upwards along his forehead on the right side, drawing across the pupils of his eyes.The golden color even soaked into his pupils, then melted away, and continued to form little lines in the deeper layers.

He can't dodge, he is already the prey of the temple, and there are similar patterns here and there, which are the signs of lock.

No one could save him, Wei An heard Guiling's breathing, confusion, helplessness, the convulsive struggle of the system in the deep space, and the color that became dead, he was in extreme pain.

It's hard to imagine how he survived the next surgery, feeling completely shattered.

Wei An can't save him, and there's no need to do such a thing.

After understanding the principles of the ancient civilization system better, everything that happened before Wei An's eyes lost its brilliance, appearing bleak and miserable, just like how this society has always behaved.

The technology of ancient civilization is now said to be like a god reborn, but in fact Guiling is just an ordinary person - of course he is more handsome - no different from other people Wei An met in his life.

He didn't know why he thought of snow again, and imagined that there was a piece in his palm, but he didn't have the ability to hold it, this is a broken place, and he couldn't protect himself.And why, it doesn't matter, there is nothing special in this world.

Snow is very common, and it is also very fragile. Like that person who fell into this dirty place, it will soon melt away, and it will never be found again...

Wei An was very anxious for some reason, as if he wanted to catch something, but he couldn't remember it.

These people painted really gorgeous lines on Gui Ling's body, from his forehead to his lips, neck, extending to his chest and heart.

So pretty, it's almost erotic.

That is dissecting the prey alive, every line is a knife edge.

Wei An forced himself to focus all his attention on the progress of the flames in the space below, silently counting down and feeling the heat.

I don't know why, but there seems to be a dark and frantic flame burning in his bones, and he must destroy something on a large scale.

Several priests were chatting.

"The activity data this time is very stable. I feel like I can get the power source before dawn." One of them said.

"I haven't seen a live nine-level system yet. It's really hard to imagine what the temple can do with this level of energy." Another priest said.

"And his power type, this is the real war machine!"

"Be careful, it's dangerous to take the power source—"

Their tone was casual, and from time to time they made admiring clicks.

After a stroke on the heart, Wei An heard a slight groan from the person on the throne.His voice was very hoarse, it must be because he couldn't take it anymore, it was a small whimper.

Wei An shivered for some reason, but he was still very quiet. Guiling's breathing was so clear and intermittent, like a dying animal on a laboratory table, but it couldn't get relief.

One of the priests said, "Hey, he really can't cry."

Wei An felt as if he was sinking into an abyss, this is not good, he thought to himself, there must be something wrong with them doing this kind of thing.

He knows that the body is deeply bound to the system in deep space, so it will also correspond to the corresponding organs. Guiling's heart is the biggest "power source" that Shenhuang wants.

Shenhuang’s eagerness to perform surgery must have an important purpose. This kind of technology is not so mature, and Guiling may still die. He looks like he is dying. Why did these people hit him so hard as soon as they came up?

The power of Guiling's heart is too strong, he can't let the temple get it——

Yes, absolutely not.

Wei An raised his head calmly and turned his attention to these golden substances.

He has been paying attention to it since just now. This is not nanotechnology. It seems that there is a program engine. He is trying to find the earliest point of origin.

This thing is very active, and it is the substance that these people say can make Guiling live longer, but their data is stable, and they obviously have precise control.

Wei An stared at it tightly, and the attention of the deep domain system entered it like a probe, mutating the stable elements with the crisis of devouring.

The next moment, these things became active because of his attention——

Things happened very quickly, and a person in the hall suddenly fell down, screaming inhumanly.

Wei An turned his head slightly and looked down.

Whether it is the Great Dark Age or the current Federation, supernatants are the most common disasters in the power system of ancient civilizations. People say that it is because the power of "gods and demons" is too strong for human bodies to bear.

What's happening now is similar, the face of the howler is no longer what it used to be, like a weird tumor, with countless dirty metal-colored fat growing out.

There are randomly protruding eyes, nostrils, and some blood vessel-like things.

There are also faint and weird lines, like the ones drawn by the high priest on Gui Ling's body.

Wei An watched calmly, the screams lasted only a few seconds, as if suffocated, there were only two dull and desperate nasal sounds, and then the last sound disappeared.

The people next to him prostrated as usual, and the priests on the stage stopped their movements and turned to look in that direction.

"Is this normal?" one of them said, "I thought the energy overflow was fixed."

"The Guiling system is defensive." said the deputy priest next to him.

"This kind of technical fit is not good, the activity cannot be suppressed, and there will be occasional outbreaks. It can only be optimized slowly, anyway, it is some marginal data."

"Crush him and return to the earth." The third man ordered down.

After they finished speaking, they went back to pay attention to the data of the Guiling system.

A group of people in the hall were in a hurry, and someone dragged the car where the corpses were piled up, and was about to carry the corpses out.

Wei An didn't look in Guiling's direction anymore, and walked towards the chaotic place.

The golden ink overflowed due to too much activity, which is not a particularly unusual thing. Wei An pretended to help at this time, and no one noticed his behavior.

In less than 1 minute, the deceased had turned into a large piece of dirty metal mass, like heavily polluted radioactive garbage.

Wei An helped carry the corpse onto the garbage truck. It felt heavy to the touch, as if it had really turned into a very dense metal.

At the same time, Wei An's thumb pressed on the shoulder of the corpse, leaving a black circular mark.

The mark of the red thread system was like a scorched ring, a thin dark red flame burst out, and then disappeared, burrowing into the corpse.

The metallic flesh twitched, as if the inner nerves were in terrible pain, but no one noticed.

Wei An thought that this person might not be dead, but of course he was dead after a second.He is simply doing good.

After the corpse was carried out, Wei An returned to his original position, and no one saw his actions just now.

He could feel that a little far away, the flame was burning inside the dead body, and continued to extend down along a line of flesh and blood.

The tactility of the collar on Wei An's neck is clear. Everyone in this city is glued together by this bone and flesh.No matter what the technology of the ancient civilization is for, it has indeed become a tool of terror in the hands of these people.

This kind of closely connected place, an overflow of power, is a node that can be invaded.

The flame spread to the golden lock, and the temperature in the temple gradually increased. A warning pop-up popped up on the priest's screen, followed by a series of warnings.

"What is this—" a priest exclaimed.

"Is it a firewall?"

Wei An was expressionless, watching the intrusion of the red line system.

It slowly climbed up from the ground, like water, but dark red fire.

It doesn't burn upwards, but just sticks to the ground slowly, Wei An can almost see the footprints of flesh and blood lines like claws.

The crowd screamed and hid around the hall, and some knelt still, and were quickly burned to death.

Wei An watched carefully, the fire started from inside their bodies, crawled out from the eye sockets and mouths, covered the human body like water, and burned them into a ball like twisted metal wire within a few seconds .

This is the thread that destroys the vitality of this city.

Several priests rushed to open the protective field, and the two standing on the edge were glued to each other, screaming and burning, as if being slowly swallowed by some liquid monster.

No one cared about them, a group of priests finally raised their protective shields, and a golden light lit up near the "operating table", protecting a large area of ​​space.

One person yelled "fire extinguishing procedure", pop-up windows flashed randomly, and someone was contacting other priests.

Huo slowly climbed up the wall, and climbed up to the zenith like a huge blood-red ghost, bloody, not like Huo at all, looking at them eeriely.

The clean white hall turned into a blood-stained place, in the middle of which lay a few corpses that looked like metal clusters. They didn't look like people, but remnants of a huge machine.

The zenith melted, and a large night sky appeared. It was really a dark night, without stars, in the depths of hell.

Someone yelled, "Stop the second god-binding ceremony, and clean up the intrusion data first."

The temperature was very high, and under the white walls, the fire continued to spread like internal bleeding, enough for them to work for a while.

Only then did Wei An turn his head to look at the people next to him. In the chaos, Gui Ling was also looking at him.

He looked at Wei An's expression very seriously, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on with him.Wei An is still expressionless, of course he has a reason for doing so.

He couldn't let these people get the power source of the Guiling system for a very good reason.

Wei An found that his hands were trembling.

He thought to himself, absolutely not.