PFC Chapter 507 Defective Products
Chapter 507 Defective Products
Before he could finish his words, Lucien had already bent down and kissed him.
This kiss smelled of blood, like a punishment, but also like some kind of belated catharsis.
Aaron's fingertips dug deep into Lucien's back, and the judge clasped his neck with his palm, deepening the kiss without allowing anyone to refuse.
In the reflection under the ice, the eighteen-year-old Lucien finally dropped the branding iron, while Aaron on the rack raised his head and smiled silently.
(East Wing Library·Puzzle of Truth)
The medicine bottle in Lin Ci'an's hand suddenly exploded. The glass fragments pierced into his palm, but he was completely unaware - all the clues were finally connected into the cruelest closed loop:
The names "A.S" and "L.C" were obliterated on the parchment;
The first generation experimental subject Aaron has a similar mark to the third generation experimental subject Chu Ziyu;
Those blood sacrifice arrays completed alone late at night...
“I see.” He chuckled, his emerald pupils turning blood red, “The so-called Holy Son… is nothing more than a defective product that needs a puppet to die in its place.”
"The blackening value is reduced by 30%, and the current blackening value is 25%."
Thunder roared outside the window and heavy rain poured down.
There were knocks on the door, "dong, dong, dong" three times.
Lin Ci'an regained consciousness.
When Chu Ziyu outside the door heard the voice of 6872 in his mind, he knew the time was ripe and knocked on the door.
There were knocks on the door, three times, and three more times, slowly.
The blood from Lin Ci'an's palm dripped onto the floor, winding into a small stream.
He didn't move, just stared at the door, the blood color in his emerald pupils had not yet faded.
"Your Highness," a young man's voice came from outside the door, "Your hand needs to be bandaged."
It’s Chu Ziyu.
Lin Ci'an chuckled, raised his hand and waved it, and the door lock popped open with a click.
Chu Ziyu stood outside the door, his black hair wet by the rain, sticking to his pale cheeks.
His eyes were very calm, like a pool of stagnant water, but Lin Ci'an knew that underneath there was the same madness as his own.
"You know?" Lin Ci'an asked.
"Earlier than you." He walked in and closed the door behind him. Raindrops dripped down the corners of his clothes. "The Church needs a 'Son of God' to bear the curse, but the real Son of God... never lives past the age of eighteen."
Lin Ci'an narrowed his eyes: "So they need a scapegoat."
"Like me," Chu Ziyu chuckled, "Like you."
Lightning struck outside the window, illuminating the two of them.
"I don't like being sacrificed."
Lin Ci'an suddenly smiled: "What a coincidence, I don't like being a sacrifice either."
Chu Ziyu pulled out a silver dagger from his sleeve. The handle of the dagger was engraved with the cross emblem of the Holy See - the symbol of the Son of God.
"Then destroy it," he said.
Chu Ziyu's sword was pressed against Aaron's throat, and both of them had dozens of wounds on their bodies. The rain washed away the blood and formed a winding stream on the bluestone slabs.
When the two arrived at the Vatican, Aaron stopped them at the door. "You go in first, I'll stop him."
Chu Ziyu spoke, and this scene happened.
"You already knew that." Chu Ziyu's voice was colder than the edge of a sword. "Our mark is a trinity."
Aaron's mask cracked, revealing the skin underneath. "What does it matter if you know? The church needs a sun that never goes out... and someone must serve as firewood."
"Fuck the firewood!" Chu Ziyu's sword suddenly burst into holy light, and chopped Aaron heavily and flew away. "I want him to live - in his own way!"
Aaron broke three stone pillars before stopping, and his mask was completely shattered.