Chapter 670: The Tool
This, of course, wasn't some bleeding-heart rule; it was simply to maximize benefits.
Because dead people, aside from providing a corpse, couldn't create any other value.
Of course, mercy was a privilege reserved for the powerful; such regulations only came into effect when one wielded overwhelming strength.
In a bitter struggle where a moment's lapse could lead to decapitation, talking about sparing lives was simply foolish.
Moreover, the ever-expanding Holy Progenitor network required a continuous supply of intelligent, emotional life to counteract the power of Daoization.
"Open fire!"
"Unleash the hounds!"
Seeing that the visitors meant trouble, the security guards decided to take the offensive.
The surrounding area belonged entirely to Wei Er Si Te La Si Bo Jue, and according to Imperial law, trespassing on a noble's estate without permission or just cause granted the owner the right to kill on sight.
"......"
Yet, in the very next second after drawing their guns, they felt themselves go limp.
Their muscles inexplicably lost all power; even the strength to grip their weapons was utterly gone.
The handguns they had tightly gripped slipped from their fingers, and they could only watch helplessly as it happened.
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
One after another, they collapsed to the ground.
......
The two Holy Progenitors didn't do anything else; they merely activated a special electromagnetic pulse weapon facetiously dubbed a "human EMP."
This experimental weapon, developed by the Holy Progenitor Research Center, could interfere with the ionic balance of biological muscles, disrupting their normal contraction and relaxation processes, letting victims experience what true "listlessness" felt like.
"Go back and give them more feedback. The side effects are too disgusting. This time, two more people lost control of their bowels."
The female Holy Progenitor grumbled, looking with disdain at the "salted fish" sprawled haphazardly across the ground.
The human EMP indiscriminately relaxed all kinds of muscles, and those controlling excretion were inevitably affected as well.
Waves of peculiar odor wafted from the scene.
"They're yours," the middle-aged man beside her said, pulling a bundle of ropes from his backpack and tossing them to the high-level ghosts behind him, letting them handle it.
"......"
Ghosts couldn't speak and had no sense of smell, making them excellent assistants for such tasks.
Twenty minutes later.
"Are they all here?"
"The whole family is neatly accounted for," the male Holy Progenitor replied.
Behind him were over a hundred prisoners, each bound by the ghosts.
......
"What do you want?" Facing these two fierce bandits, who had silently breached all the Count's mansion's defenses, Wei Er Si Te La Si Bo Jue, bound like a zongzi, still maintained his composure.
He firmly believed that since the other party hadn't killed him immediately, it meant he still held some exploitable value.
As long as he had value, his life was temporarily safe.
"We... what do we want?"
"Your mansion. We'll take it."
"......"
The Count's mansion, sprawling over a hundred mu, left Wei Er Si Te La Si Bo Jue utterly baffled as to what these two individuals would possibly do with it. He could only stare at them with perplexed eyes.
......
"Keep a close eye on them. Don't let anyone disturb me for the time being," the female Holy Progenitor instructed the others (ghosts) through their internal network.
"Understood."
She rose off the ground, drifting in an almost ethereal manner towards the lawn in the Count's back garden.
Thanks to the diligent work of two gardeners, the lawn was meticulously maintained and quite beautiful.
Unfortunately, the very next moment, years of their labor were scorched into a large pit by the female Holy Progenitor.
"Light Wings — Unfold!!!"
Hovering above the lawn, six pairs of colossal light wings unfurled from her back. Like the radiant plumage of an angel, they instantly scoured away a layer of the grass, allowing the soil beneath to see the sun for the very first time.
A halo, emanating a sense of sanctity, formed around her, perfectly framing her like the border of a maiden angel's portrait.
A maiden angel portrait, framed by an oval.
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The maiden in the very center began to metallize on her surface.
Her originally fair and rosy skin rapidly transformed into a silvery-white, making her appear like a sculpture—the horrifying kind molded directly from a living person.
"Has my home been invaded by aliens?" Wei Er Si Te La Si Bo Jue racked his limited imagination, but this was the only answer he could conceive.
Everything before his eyes was too bizarre; if he weren't actually bound, he might have even thought he was watching a movie being filmed.
......
The silvery-white power rapidly encroached upon her entire body, then extended outwards along the twelve light wings on her back.
In just a few minutes, the entire maiden angel portrait transformed into a silvery-white bas-relief.
More precisely, it resembled a gigantic coin, its surface engraved with the maiden's likeness.
"Gate of Heaven."
She uttered those final four words.
Then, a black dot emerged from her heart, followed by four cracks that together formed a cross.
The cracks continuously expanded, slowly transforming the melancholically beautiful "coin" into a door.
His body's primal instinct screamed at Wei Er Si Te La Si Bo Jue that something incomparably terrifying lay beyond that door. Don't think, just run!
Stripped of external trappings like power and money, he was merely an ordinary man.
Unfortunately, the ropes restricted his freedom.
......
A gigantic skeletal claw, clearly not belonging to a human body, laboriously extended from behind the door, widening its opening further.
"You may pass."
"Understood, Lord of the Boneyard Realm."
"This really is an alien invasion!" The Count's entire family, old and young, watched the army surge out of the opening, their hearts turning bone-chillingly cold.
Based on his understanding of the Imperial army, the technological level these aliens had revealed alone was simply not something the Imperial army could contend with.
Military spatial teleportation technology, and special weapons that could paralyze humans over a wide area...
"Miss Louise, you have excellently completed your mission," the leading officer, clad in heavy power armor, delivered a standard military salute to the maiden's figure on the door, which had already been torn into several pieces.
The other soldiers also saluted one after another, gesturing to the hero and assuming an appearance of solemn mourning.
......
"I'm not dead yet! Why are you all acting like I'm deceased?!"
A few minutes later, the maiden's voice suddenly reappeared, echoing throughout the entire company's communication network.
Louise was a tool.
Decades ago, when the Land of White had just taken control of Earth, she was merely a quadriplegic patient, bedridden year-round, whose very survival depended on machines and caregivers.
Her parents, who had cared for her for many years, had long grown weary of this endless torment; familial affection had almost completely eroded by the bedside of their long-ailing child.
Only out of their last shred of conscience had they continued to persevere.
On that day, when the Land of White offered everyone the choice to either join or leave, they finally found a reason to convince themselves, and they departed the land with a sigh of relief.
There were actually quite a few people like her, and a half-dead person clearly couldn't leave the Land of White either.
To provide a way out for those whose bodies had lost all mobility, the System eventually transformed them into tools, turning them into humanoid, mobile world-traversing gates.
When a cross-world conquest was required, they would be the first batch deployed to the other realm, searching for suitable spatial weak points, then transforming themselves into a one-time use world-traversing gate to usher in the vanguard.
Afterwards, their souls would return to the Holy Progenitor network, obtaining new tool-bodies on Earth.
Strictly speaking, "tool" was their profession.
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