“Help...”
Accompanied by weak cries for help, five upper-class gentlemen hung upside down from light poles, swaying slightly. Blood dripped from their limbs into the pool, and with every drop that joined the pool, a thick, bloody mist rose into the air.
The slaves kneeling on the ground had long since dispersed, dragging their stumbling feet back to their respective factory workshops under the lash of whips.
Their movements were rigid and mechanical. Crucially, most of the slaves had no faces at all; their features were blurred, and some even had blurred bodies, appearing extremely eerie. Only a few dozen had relatively clear faces, though they were just as dull and numb as the rest, indistinguishable from the other slaves.
As for the monsters acting as supervisors, they were over three meters tall, their bodies covered in uneven, taut muscle. Their faces were equally indistinct. Dragging hideous, barbed whips, they moved with heavy footsteps, entering and exiting various workshops, accompanied by the dull sound of lashes from time to time.
Fortunately, the factory floor was high enough that Lynch and Officer Natalie were able to hide above without being discovered.
They had been inside for over half an hour. Officer Natalie remained tightly by Lynch's side, never relaxing for a second, watching every monster supervisor that passed by. Lynch remained in a prone position, his palm pressed against the roof without moving.
His consciousness had long since submerged into the mystery relic's ancient memory, and an intense sense of panic enveloped his spirit.
Twisted shadows hidden in the fog and ceaseless, rustling whispers, accompanied by seemingly endless fragments of light and shadow, continuously assaulted Lynch's will.
Every fragment felt like thousands of images superimposed on one another, cramming all the information into Lynch's mind at once.
The pressure was immense and terrifying, but when the crimson moonlight rose within his soul, the divinity's authority warmed his entire spiritual world. Comfort and peace returned to Lynch's mind, making him feel as if he were once again immersed in the embrace of moonlight that had accompanied him for millions of years. Everything became fearless.
The fragments of light and shadow gradually became clear: greedy nobles, brutal supervisors, helpless slaves, bloody deaths, day and night of endless labor, and a tomorrow that would never exist.
The next moment, Lady Luna's gentle voice rang in his ears.
【The Devourer's Flesh Workshop. Eliminate the workshop's power source in the memory and destroy the mystery relic core within the blood pool to interrupt the relic's ancient memory.】
Phew. Lynch exhaled softly and opened his eyes, only to see a massive cleaver descending from the sky, hacking directly toward his forehead.
What is going on?
It was too sudden. Lynch's consciousness hadn't even had time to react before the wind kicked up by the cleaver blew his top hat askew.
I'm dead.
However, the next moment, the cleaver moved away rapidly. A leg shot out from beside him, kicking the two-meter-tall brute off the roof with a single blow.
Only then did Lynch realize he was in the midst of chaos.
Dozens of supervisor monsters were surrounding them. These monsters were not only immensely strong but possessed astonishing leaping ability; they could jump up the five or six-meter-high factory walls in a single bound to besiege the pair. Officer Natalie stood guard tightly by Lynch's side, and Lynch bore no signs of being attacked.
“Thanks, partner.”
Rolling to his feet instantly, Lynch took two steps back. He flickered into the shadows of some debris, and his figure vanished from the roof. The group of supervisors paused noticeably before focusing their targets entirely on Officer Natalie.
The policewoman's face immediately brightened. A ring of light flashed around her, repelling the group of monsters, and she shouted loudly: “Follow me into the building.”
With that, she didn't care about the invisible Lynch. She broke away from the monsters on the roof in a few steps and dived into the stairs leading inside the factory. The massive monsters clearly couldn't fit, so they could only pace on the roof, emitting heaven-shaking roars.
As soon as they entered, they found that the situation inside the factory was also wrong.
The slave workers inside had swarmed up, packing the factory floor densely. For a moment, Lynch even had the feeling of revisiting a resident evil scenario. Furthermore, although these slaves had mechanical movements and blurred faces, they could wield the tools in their hands with ferocious force.
The policewoman didn't even think about it. She jumped in directly from the roof, and before her body landed, the ring of light representing her expulsion ability appeared again, repelling all the slaves around her landing spot.
“Rule established: those with hostility may not approach within five meters.”
Authority, law, ability, legislation.
The dense crowd of slaves retreated frantically, quickly clearing a five-meter circle. The slaves behind were still pushing forward, causing them to trample each other in a tragic sight.
“How were we discovered?”
The policewoman didn't look back, but she had already heard the sound of Lynch jumping down behind her: “Ask yourself. You raised the moon and alerted them. Now, speak: what are the suppression conditions?”
“First step: the power equipment. Destroy it.”
“Steam boiler. Follow me.”
The natives of this era understood this world far better than Lynch. Officer Natalie guessed the target immediately and took a sharp step forward, drawing her sword.
Authority, judgment, ability, sword of punishment.
A brilliant light flared the moment the sword was drawn, the edge as bright as the morning sun. Everything in front of her seemed to lose its substance; wherever the sword pointed, the light appeared, and no obstacle could stop the blade in the slightest.
With a horizontal slash, the air in front of them seemed to stagnate for an instant. Then, the dozen or so slaves blocking their path were each severed into several pieces, falling to the ground without a sound, leaving a clear path ahead.
At the same time, Officer Natalie, who had swung the sword, once again wore a look of pain, letting out an involuntary, suppressed moan.
Just like when she faced those terror claws a few days ago.
The weakness was fleeting. The policewoman paused only for a moment before stepping forward, charging along the path cut by her sword. Lynch followed closely behind, holding his pistol and cane, swinging the heavy cane to smash back several slaves who lunged at them.
The view suddenly opened up. The two had rushed out of the factory and returned to the sunlight.
As soon as they appeared, several supervisor monsters descended from the sky, smashing down toward them. One of them had a precise position, landing right in front of them. However, before it could even touch the ground, the sword light had flashed again. A massive head flew high into the air, and the headless body collapsed with a crash, a large amount of black mist gushing from its neck.
“Go! They can't be killed.”
After hacking off several monster heads, the policewoman saw Lynch pull out his gun to fire again. She immediately grabbed his hand, pointed her sword, and in the blink of an eye, appeared dozens of meters away. Right behind them, the black mist spraying from the neck of the fallen supervisor monster condensed and turned into a new head.
“The big ones can't be killed, but I haven't seen the small ones revive.” Once they stood still, Officer Natalie immediately explained while looking around: “Do you remember where the steam engine room is outside?”
“I don't know.”
Lynch frowned, but at first glance, he saw several chimneys that looked like fangs, spewing thick black smoke into the sky:
“The boiler. Follow the smoke.”
“Well done.”
The policewoman tapped Lynch lightly, then turned to look at the supervisors chasing them. These monsters relied on their height, long legs, and speed to pursue them relentlessly. Even the policewoman's expulsion ability found it hard to shake them off.
“A bunch of damn resin.” Natalie bit her lip and snorted: “Partner, coordinate.”
“Hm?”
“I'll attract them. You handle it. Quickly.”
“Leave it to me.”
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