The prison of Navy Branch 153 has officially been put into operation. The guards inside the prison have been replaced once. Except for Lieutenant Colonel Lippa, the other jailers were successfully transformed into recruits.
This new recruit was not a new recruit. The new recruit was a reincarnation that was one level higher than the inferior slave.
Squeak!
The prison door was pushed open, and a row of detained pirates were escorted in. Lippa stood inside the door and stared at the prison's first real guests with complicated eyes and sighed slightly in his heart.
"Take them in!"
Lippa stood in a white line inside the prison, and the jailers behind him carried out his orders without saying a word. The Marines escorting the prisoners at the door looked at the tall and strong jailers. They didn't know when the branch recruited such a strong group of fishmen.
However, the Marines who were arranged to escort the prisoners didn't talk much. They just left quickly after performing the task. The entire prison branch was full of a cold and strange atmosphere, and they didn't want to stay.
The corridor was dark and dim, and the jailers' shadows were long on the ground. The captured pirates should now be called prisoners, and they were separated into cells with iron doors.
It has been many days since he saw the true face of this prison. Lippa's heart was still horrified, but he already knew what he had to do.
"Anyway, pirates are damn scum, not worthy of pity!" Li Pa turned around and slowly walked into the darkness. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the prison, like a piece of music that was being played to hasten one's death.
Very quickly, the blood-curdling screams rose and fell one after another, as if echoing with the chaotic music, reaching a climax. Li Pa stopped in his tracks, and turned his head to look at the deathly pale and frightened prisoner in one of the cells. He still did not know what was happening outside, but the desperate and horrifying screams made his hair stand on end.
"You know, I don't pity you, because this should be the trial you deserve." Lippa's fingers gently slid over the railing above the iron door. It felt like he was waving a conductor's baton. He seemed to be talking to the trembling prisoners, but it was more like he was talking to himself: "Death without knowing is also a relief."
Hey!
The prisoner was horrified to see a black tentacle stretched out from under the bed and turned into a sharp black line piercing his body. It was just a moment of screaming, and his whole body disintegrated, leaving only some dirty and smelly clothes on the ground.
The last step was to let Lippa understand the true face of the prison, so that he could be prepared, but the actual operation was more simple and efficient. Every cell was reserved for the nest's breathing channel.
Every cell was actually a breeding room.
Lippa's heart was cold. He was not only the warden of this prison, but also the only real prisoner in this prison. He was the breeder who cleaned up these broken things.
He opened the door of the cell and picked up the clothes that fell on the ground........ and the prison quickly returned to a cold silence.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that when the prisoners were escorted here, there were also dozens of dark red gunny sacks that were randomly stuffed with stinky, rotten corpses.
The outer walls of the prison were open-air. Along the walls and the iron bars, there were brightly colored flowers and plants that connected to a flowerbed in the center. This was the only bright color in the prison. Lippa didn't understand the purpose of the flower garden at first, but now he understood.
Perhaps it was because of the blood and corpses that the flowers in the flowerbed were exceptionally bright all year round. From now on, Lieutenant Colonel Lipa's favorite pastime was to stand by the ventilated iron window at the side of the prison walkway and stare blankly at the flowerbed outside.
While the wardens were diligently digging and fertilizing the soil, another piece of abandoned land in the branch was being cleaned up. It was planned to be built into a small mausoleum. All the officers and soldiers of Navy Branch 153 who died in battle would be collectively buried here. A large tombstone would be erected to commemorate them.
"After the corpses are burned, place them in urns and bury them. Every month, select a day for the entire navy to mourn." Ya Erlin hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he chose to burn the corpse instead of burying it in the ground. Burying it in the ground would be like sucking the marrow out of the bones. The broodmother would swallow the corpse whole, leaving nothing behind.
In the end, the navy was the sacrificial lamb of his ambition. They were the white bone ladder that paved the way for him to ascend to the throne of power. Although he didn't think the dead would mind how their corpses were disposed of, he ultimately gave up on the tempting idea of quietly burying and swallowing the corpses of the navy.
The most important thing was that some things would be exposed one day. When the time comes and things go wrong, he would be digging his own grave. Yarlin licked his lips and sighed. "In the end, I'm still not ruthless enough."
"… …" Zangao didn't know what was going on, but he felt his teeth itching.
After assigning some questions, Yarlin left with his hands clasped behind his back. His vision projected his attributes.
Spirit Strength 8.3
Nerve Conduction Rate 1
Bone Hardness 1
Muscle Activity 4.4
Blood Density 1
Complete Body – Seed Breaking Period (Progress Bar 8110000)
Absorption Distribution Points (4.2)
The efficiency of the broodmother was very fast, and the corpses and captives soon turned into numbers. Arlen licked his lips, and a series of information feedback appeared in his mind. In addition to the joy of eating a big meal just now, the growth of the broodmother's fungus had gradually enveloped the entire marine branch.
In other words, the entire underground space of Naval Branch 153 was now covered by the black 'Creep' carpet. The 'Creep' carpet was still growing, and although it wasn't as fast as before, it still maintained a high growth rate. If it maintained this rate, Yarlin estimated that the entire island would be covered by the 'Creep' carpet in at most half a year.
As the creep spread underground, it meant that the broodmother's tentacles were gradually reaching out to the entire island. The obvious benefit was that it had a greater range of resources to harvest. After all, the corpses of various species that had been buried on the island over the years were like treasures to the broodmother, waiting to be plucked.
"It's not just that!" Yarlin recalled the description of the broodmother in his mind. [Broodmother: A projection of Asturias into reality. Using countless black tentacles to transform reality into its lair, it constantly absorbs nutrients from the earth to grow. In the process of growth, it gradually evolves into a terrifying base and stronghold.]
"A stronghold!" Yarlin licked his lips. Stepping on the ground, he could almost feel the pulsation of the expansion coming from the depths of the earth. He slowly suppressed the fire in his heart and shifted his attention away from the vague feedback in his mind to his status panel.
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