My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

Twenty minutes later.

Qin Meng stood on a barren piece of land in the southern suburbs of the city.

In front of me was a small mound covered with weeds and shrubs.

A heavily rusted steel door was visible on the side of the mound.

The soil around the door frame had been recently turned over.

Tire tracks and footprints were mixed on the muddy ground.

The pungent, fishy smell characteristic of mutants was so strong here that it was almost choking.

It also has another flavor mixed in.

blood.

Large amounts of fresh human blood.

Qin Meng walked to the steel gate.

Press your right hand on the front of the store.

This steel door is over 30 centimeters thick, cast from solid alloy, and was originally a heavy protective door used during the Cold War to withstand artillery fire.

Qin Meng's five fingers were embedded in the steel plate.

The arm muscles slowly swelled.

With extremely restrained force, he silently pulled the entire 30-centimeter-thick alloy steel door out of the door frame.

One hundred and ninety-four points of physical strength.

It's not just the pinnacle of brute force.

It is also about absolute control over the precision of force.

Qin Meng gently placed the several-ton steel door on the ground.

A downward-sloping concrete passageway is visible behind the door.

Dark. Damp.

A fishy, ​​foul odor surged up from deep within.

On the walls of the passageway, a dim, old-fashioned incandescent light bulb hangs every ten meters or so.

The light bulb was covered with a wire mesh, and the light was so dim that it could only illuminate an area of ​​two meters underfoot.

Qin Meng stepped into the passage.

The ground beneath my feet is rough concrete.

There are many dried, dark red marks on it.

Drag marks.

Very small drag marks.

It's a child's.

The passage leads deeper and deeper.

Scattered strips of cloth and tattered children's shoes began to appear on the ground.

Qin Meng's pace neither quickened nor slowed.

At the end of the passage, a second door appeared.

This door is thicker than the one on the outside.

The facade is covered with a dense layer of alloy reinforcing ribs.

A dark red light seeped through the crack in the door.

A sound came from behind the door.

The sound of a child crying.

Extremely faint, intermittent, she had cried herself to exhaustion.

There was also the sound of two adult men talking.

"...This is the third batch, and the blood pool concentration is still 15 percent short."

"Why rush? Slow and steady wins the race. The Third Apostle said the first round of blood sacrifice must be completed before dawn, or the formation will backfire."

"The blood and energy of these kids are much purer than that of adults, and the three apostles are recovering twice as fast as expected."

"Push those who can still move down first."

Qin Meng stood outside the door.

Both hands hung down at his sides.

The ten fingers slowly come together and then slowly open.

The dark red light seeping through the crack in the door reflected on his expressionless face.

The crying behind the door turned into screams.

A child screams.

Then there was a thud.

Then the screams were drowned out by a viscous liquid sound.

Then it became completely quiet.

Qin Meng raised his right hand.

Spread your five fingers flat.

Press it on that heavy alloy door, which is welded with reinforcing ribs.

push.

An unparalleled force poured in silently.

The alloy reinforcing ribs broke one by one under the palm of my hand.

The entire door was pushed inward, the hinges tore, and large areas of cracks appeared in the concrete wall around the door frame.

boom.

The heavy gate collapsed inwards.

It hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

A dark red light instantly filled Qin Meng's vision.

This is an underground space with an area of ​​over 500 square meters.

The original air-raid shelter was transformed into a huge altar.

Right in the center.

A circular blood pool with a diameter of ten meters and a depth of more than three meters.

The pool was filled with a thick, dark red liquid. The surface of the liquid was slowly churning, bubbling with a foul odor.

Visible blood vapor rose from the surface of the pool, condensing into a pale red mist in mid-air.

The edge of the blood pool was covered with dense, eerie patterns.

Under the dark red light, the patterns shimmered with a faint, pulse-like frequency.

Left side of the blood pool.

Three rusty small iron cages were placed side by side.

There were more than twenty children crammed into the cage.

The oldest is no more than ten years old.

The youngest looks to be only four or five years old.

His clothes were already tattered and worn. He was so thin that his ribs were clearly visible.

Several of them have stopped moving.

Curled up in the corner of the cage, it was unclear whether it had fainted or was already dead.

The children who are still alive have no tears in their eyes.

The tears have long since dried up.

There was only one thing left that Qin Meng was extremely familiar with.

despair.

Utter, unreserved, and utterly hopeless, leaving no strength left to struggle.

That look in his eyes.

It was exactly the same as when he was in prison, his ribs were broken, and he was forced to sign a confession.

It was exactly the same as when he learned that his parents had been murdered and their bodies were almost fed to dogs.

Right side of the blood pool.

Two tall men were standing by the pool.

It was a creature whose entire body was encased in a grayish-white bony shell, with exposed skin that was deathly gray, and whose arms, from the elbows down, had been completely transformed into two curved bone blades.

Dawn of Flesh and Blood, the Sixth Apostle.

Fifth-order variant.

The other was short and stocky, covered in dense, dark purple tumors. Each tumor was writhing rhythmically, and dark red fluid could be vaguely seen flowing inside.

Dawn of Flesh and Blood, the Fifth Apostle.

Fifth-order peak mutant.

The short, stocky man was holding a seven- or eight-year-old boy by the ankle with one hand, suspending the child head down above the pool of blood.

The boy had stopped struggling.

Her two little hands hung limply at her sides.

The short, stocky man let go.

The boy's body fell into the pool of blood.

The thick, dark red liquid instantly engulfed the small body.

A string of dense bubbles rose to the surface of the blood pool, lasting for several seconds.

Then things calmed down.

The brightness of the patterns deep within the blood pool suddenly increased by a level.

"Not bad, this kid's blood and energy are very pure." The short, stocky man shook his blood-stained hands.

"Two more, and that'll meet tonight's quota."

The sixth apostle, in his gray-white bone armor, had already reached the iron cage.

The bone blade was inserted into the lock of the cage door, breaking the iron lock.

He reached in and casually grabbed the hair of a little girl huddled in a corner.

The little girl let out a very faint whimper.

Her right leg is disabled.

Unable to walk.

The sixth apostle dragged the little girl out of the cage.

The little girl's body left a shallow trail of blood on the rough ground.

The sixth apostle picked up the little girl and turned to walk towards the pool of blood.

"etc."

The short, stocky man suddenly raised his head, his nostrils flaring violently.

"Someone's coming."