Soul of Burning Steel

When entering the garden area for the first time, what greeted Joshua’s eyes was a bright light and green grass.

Artificial lights spilled from the translucent glass dome. He perceives the fresh air and ethereal music, and the joyful singing of children is coming from the front.

Taking a step forward, he smelled the scent of milk and honey. The sweetness of fruit was wafting in the breeze. Looking up, there were flowers blooming on the grass, colors blooming, and fruit trees scattered sporadically, ripe scents. Uploaded from various fruits.

Everything is so beautiful, like heaven.

But these are not what Joshua pays attention to... the warrior’s gaze is concentrated, he sees a lot, but very little. He saw a group of children singing softly under the leadership of a few soul puppets in the center of the garden. I also saw some things that made him dumb.

What Joshua saw was bone and skin.

It's bones. Joshua controlled the puppet's body and took a step forward. He stepped into the green grass from the white tiled avenue, making the soil sunken. He looked around the entire surrounding half of the garden area: the snow-white building surface, paved The ceramic tiles made of bone meal, the artificial lamps hanging on the dome, were completely transformed from human skulls. The benches placed in the corners of the garden area were made of shin bones and thigh bones glued together. Not far from the fountain The artificial hills in China are even more piled up with countless bones.

At this time, the children singing in the center of this beautiful garden are holding simple musical instruments. They are singing under the guidance of three soul puppets, chanting simple and beautiful ballads, but it is strange Yes, these children and puppets have not been affected by Joshua’s previous battle. The huge explosion sound can’t even make them energize. The warrior can see at a glance what the instruments in those children’s hands are. production.

That is bone and skin.

A girl who was only about seven or eight years old was smiling. She held a small double-sided drum in her hand. Under the guidance of the soul puppet, she slapped it and made a rhythmic sound. The girl sang innocent ballads. The body of the small double-sided drum is made by cutting and grinding the skulls of two children about the same age as her, and then covering them with a layer of human skin. A boy who was about twelve years old was sitting next to the girl playing a simple six-hole piccolo. No one knew which victim the material came from, but the melodious sound of the flute obscured everything.

"La la la la la...Let us continue this dream, tomorrow will finally come, continue to sing the melody..."

The sweet children’s voice and the crisp music linger beside the sonic receiver. Joshua didn’t look any more, listen more, because he found something even more bizarre: on the side of the garden, to the left of the maintenance area and the medical area. On the side, a building made of human bones and rocks alternately is under construction. Its structure has been roughly erected, half of the outer layer has been coated with cement, and a small part of bone meal tiles have been laid. When the soldiers really look carefully, He found that the material of the huge dome covering the entire garden area is also very familiar.

Joshua lowered his head in silence, and he looked again at the group of Siberian children who were singing and playing. They were still playing cheerful games under the guidance of soul puppets, holding bone and leather instruments and toys in their hands. And there is no doubt that these things are derived from their kind.

Children don't care about this, they don't know whether these things are made by the bodies of their parents, sisters and brothers...because they don't know anything, they know nothing.

Until now, neither the three soul puppets nor Siboa’s cubs had the slightest intention of paying attention to the explosion and Joshua next to them, even if the warriors were striding close to them-until Joshua was already standing in front of them, The three puppets who were constantly guiding the children through sound and sibling movements turned their heads and made some unusually gentle sounds.

"No. Snova-21 harvesting type. This is not a duty area."

"No. Snova-21 harvest type, go to the sixth maintenance zone for repair."

"No. Snova-21 harvest type, go to the defense line of the breeding area to fight.

Emotional, extremely beautiful and magnetic voices radiated from these three obviously special soul puppet speakers, and they said to Joshua almost at the same time, repeating his task. But the soldier was silent. He first glanced at the Sibeyan child who was still playing and singing a few meters away, and did not respond to the arrival of this behemoth, and then straightened out his hand.

Click, click, click.

With three consecutive crisp noises, Joshua, who contributed at least ten times the power of these puppets, crushed the heads of these three incompetent soul puppets, and along the line, he directly destroyed their soul cores, and they were enslaved. How long is the soul to be free.

At the same time, the music stopped.

After destroying these three puppets, Joshua looked at the group of children...let's call it children for the first time. The warrior stared at these Siberian intelligent life juveniles. His mechanized gaze was just pure red flashes, but The unique frequency means that Joshua's mind is complicated at this time.

After losing the guidance of the soul puppets, the light in all the children's eyes dimmed. Originally, although their movements were stiff, they looked like puppets even when playing, but the light in their eyes at least made them like a life. But now, all the children have stopped playing musical instruments, no longer clapping, or playing. The singing was suddenly interrupted, and the jumping suddenly fell to the ground. Everyone lay down neatly or on the grass, as if there was a power outage. They just stopped in place numbly, without any anger.

Some of the children who were singing before are still spitting out the lyrics intermittently, but everything becomes no longer coherent, as if there was a program error.

"La la la... the future repeats... time advances... tomorrow... yesterday... la, la, la..."

Like an error-reporting machine, these children gradually stopped vocalizing in the end, only the scattered monophonic sounds of ‘咿’, ‘ah’ and ‘la’ came out of the open mouth, just like simple vocal cord vibrations, meaningless.

This kind of life... is not alive at all.

Only at the first moment of observing this scene, Joshua roughly understood the current situation. The mechanical body can’t sigh, but Joshua’s spirit still took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. He originally thought that this place might be just a mechanized soul factory, but he didn’t expect that these puppets, or rather, behind the puppets Do it so thoroughly.

"The absurd world..."

The low voice slowly echoed in the garden area. The soldier shook his head. He could see that most of the decorations in the entire garden area and other areas were made of human skin and human bones. As if after careful selection... Until now, Joshua has only come to realize why the outside of the garden is called the "breeding area", and what is going on with the so-called "sacrifice".

In addition to plant things, what else is good for breeding? Of course it is human... In this world where it seems to have experienced the end and the whole world is deserted, besides raising human beings, what good herd do humans have? Seeing how amazing the number of bones and human skins is, it is like harvesting ears in autumn—perhaps, in the eyes of those behind the manipulators, the nature of human beings in the breeding area is no different from that of plants and trees, and nothing like barley, wheat, or rice. Any difference is a sustainable resource that is harvested and will grow again.

Stepping forward, Joshua came to a dull-eyed child. This was a boy about thirteen years old. He was dressed in a simple gray-white children's suit, his eyes were dull, and he had no consciousness. He just breathed purely to maintain his life, and his body didn't mean to move at all, even if Joshua put up his index finger and clicked on his forehead.

The silver mingled with purple flames flashed past.

Joshua used the power of Shards of Steel to explore the child’s soul, but he only saw an empty piece—nothing, everything was blank. There seemed to be something wrong with the child’s brain structure and soul structure, which he remembered. It seems that there are only seven seconds, as long as it exceeds seven seconds, everything will be forgotten by him, and he will return to nothing.

Know nothing about blank paper.

I don’t know good or evil, good or bad, no wisdom, no will, nature, no courage, no faith. There is no despair in the emptiness, and naturally there is no hope. In this soul deprived of imagination, association, and even all enlightenment knowledge ~www.novelmtl.com~ Qiao Xiuya can't find anything, he is speechless. He stood up and looked down at a group of children lying on his stomach. He wanted to feel a little sympathy and anger, but the warrior’s intellect did not feel that these'things' were life.

A Siberian child who has no self-will, except for the soul and body, is like a broken doll. What is the difference between a real doll and a puppet? They are just fleshy crops, seedlings waiting to be harvested.

In myths and legends, Adam and Eve walked in the Garden of Eden. They did not know good, evil or shame. They lived happily under the guidance of God. They knew nothing and knew nothing, so they enjoyed the happiness called ignorance. But the snake tempted them to eat the fruit of the tree of wisdom, breaking happiness, and wandering from Eden to the world.

Today, everything in the garden area merged together, making Joshua recall the allusions in the myths of the previous life. He watched the wreckage of the puppet that was still trembling in front of him, flowing out of engine oil and fragments of parts, and the batch of flutters. The Sibeyan boy who fell on the ground, the iron heart of the warrior who had gone through thousands of battlefields also trembled slightly.

If we say that the happiness of ignorance is Eden.

Well, this is the worst garden of Eden.