My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 301: The Redemption of Jesus

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“Amen...” Jesus was stunned, and when he opened the door, the bloody smell of his face made him have to live on his chest to draw a cross: "My God...”

“Come on, come on! Jesus, let me show you my invention.” Michelangelo graciously pulled Jesus' bound hands forward.

Through a forest of guts, Michelangelo finally stopped on a skeleton, and by the time he got here, Jesus' face was already iron blue and wanted to throw up.

“Look at this, brilliant work!” Michelangelo lifted a black cloth, and a naked woman with only skeletons, blood vessels and viscera but no muscles and skin appeared before Jesus.

If Jesus knew this was a woman, it was because of the final connection of the blood vessels, the head —— clearly a fresh, living head, the girl's fine, tiny, beautiful sensation, the brown red hair so beautiful in Western aesthetics, but it was just a head, a beautiful head.

Quiet as the most fleshy skull on the whole skeleton, I don't know why I let Jesus get cold all over the body.

“Look at her, how beautiful ~” Michelangelo stretched out his hand to show Jesus looking at the bone skeleton.

Jesus did not find a single desire in his joyful eyes, or just endless innocence - the innocence of the quest for knowledge.

But it's terrible! This man is horrible! Jesus easily discovered the horrors hidden in Michelangelona's smiling and gentle appearance by virtue of his childhood as an intelligent person living a hard life.

This man has no desire, in other words, no moral bottom line, for his purpose or for the [truth] he pursues, he ignores the sanction of the law, the secular eyes and the exclusion of others.

The purpose of this human being is pure and horrific: to accomplish ambition and purpose by whatever means he can, as he has seen, cruel and tragic, as non-human.

“Amen.” Once again, a cross has been drawn in the chest, and Jesus has a tacit vision of his future.

“Why are you closing your eyes? Look at her. She's beautiful!” Enthusiastically caressing Serti's new body, Michelangelo's voice carries a hint of creepy joy: “I finally succeeded in making a human circulation by using her head as a source for two or three months. ”

“Although her skull is just a source, and all the blood in her veins and arteries has been turned into black fluids, this does not interfere with the circulation and movement of this body. Although there are no muscles, muscles and skin yet, it is a perfect piece of art when I complete her! I can take the place of the Supreme God and enter the realm that humans will never be able to enter: the creation of humans outside the womb of the mother!” Michelangelo shouted excitedly.

“In the name of God, you will never succeed!” Jesus' words interrupted Michelangelo's distortion, and his righteous words were bold: “God is absolutely impossible to forgive a man like you who violated God's forbidden zone. ”

The so-called God's Forbidden Zone in the Bible-Old Testament refers to the creation of man.

Only two humans, Adam and Eve, were created by God at first, and then humans slowly reproduced from Adam and Eve.

This is the Bible, the greatest dependence of Christian Catholicism and Orthodox Church, and now there is a man who is unquestionably trying to violate God's restricted area...

How could he?

“You blasphemer! You will go to hell when you die!” The voice of Jesus is still low, and his face, though iron and blue, still speaks out with a convincing voice, that the impetuous momentum is indeed capable of frightening away a number of offenders, but it is useless when he is facing Michelangelo.

First of all, Michelangelo doesn't think he's wrong.

Instead, Michelangelo thought he was right to pursue, and the teacher had been blindfolded by secular objects, and the only thing he needed to do now was find a way to the gateway to eternal life.

And this path brings with it Kaylar's immortality and quest for truth, and even after 200 years of preparation, there are only seventy-two teachers and their brothers, united in their quest for truth by the wealth of the world to seek their own truth.

He knew that there was only one truth in him: to create mankind without passing through the womb of the mother, as God did.

Now the so-called pursuit of eternal life is just a tool of his truth. Keiral once said something in a psychology class, and doing something more than ninety days of repetitive work is boring, and if a person has lived a hundred years without dying, it is probably waiting for the day of death to come.

Tired of living.

Kerall called it exhaustion psychology.

Perhaps Michelangelo is the only scientist among the 3,000 Kaylar disciples.

But what Michelangelo did was so treacherous that he thought the truth was crazy for ordinary people.

But Michelangelo, one who still remembers what Keiral said: "Genius is the first step, madman is the first step of the first era, and don't show it even if you're the first step."

So he didn't have a massive trap of the experiment, and his early experiments were done with C.C. 's immortality and Serti's skull, and Kerall forbade his research before he came here and used the power of Gagheris to complete his research.

But even so, he was still low-key and frightening, and apart from a few, the Knights of Gahlis had no idea that there was such a person, not to mention the high volume of this person, and hundreds of people who disappeared during the war remained unquestioned.

- Romans and Camelos don't speak the language. Even if they took them away, they don't know where their relatives went. When they learn to speak Camelot, where do they remember so much about the old days?

Second, there were many lonely people in the war, more people died in their families, most of the confusion was unknown after being captured, and the Camelot knights were not so kind as to identify and reconcile their relationships. The most familiarity they had with each other was those days in the prisoner of war camp.

You don't know each other. Why are you helping each other?

So even Camelot's Red Leaf spy doesn't know what Michelangelo is doing, let alone Rome's intelligence agency? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)