Chapter 423
Chapter 423 Disguising
For a moment, Xia Xinyan almost thought she had found the wrong Demon.
It wasn’t until she sensed the distinct demonic aura of canned meat from this guy that she confirmed his identity.
After seeing the two standing at the door, the canned meat merely nodded calmly at them: “It’s not polite to disturb others while they are doing something important.”
Ling Mo had a strange expression, staring at that guy for a while before quietly saying to Xia Xinyan, “What’s wrong with him?”
Xia Xinyan didn’t know either.
But she remembered what Monica had said before—she mentioned verifying her guess on the canned meat.
Monica didn’t specify what kind of verification she had done, but she did say that it was quite damaging to the subject in some aspect, making it a method that was generally prohibited under normal circumstances.
Xia Xinyan roughly understood the kind of damage Monica was referring to.
This Demon was probably traumatized enough to find Christ, which must have left quite a psychological scar.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward: “Come with us, we need your help with something.”
The canned meat still had a serene expression: “When the world is in trouble, as a believer, it is naturally my duty to help others; you lead the way…”
If you overlook this guy’s non-human aura and demonic presence, just listening to his words and tone indeed gives off the vibe of a devout believer.
Xia Xinyan couldn’t help but wonder, if there really is a Jesus in this world, would he bless the races that aren’t human?
It seemed like there were too many aspects involved in this question.
She felt like she was getting sidetracked.
Shaking her head to throw those random thoughts aside, Xia Xinyan and Ling Mo led the canned meat out of Monica’s house and into the deepest part of the Chicks Base.
This was the Chicks’ training ground… but not a research facility; it was a training area mainly for combat simulations, and the subjects used were real demons.
While personal training spaces could also provide simulated combat training, that kind of training was ultimately virtual, with pain levels not being realistic; even if one set up specific rules, it was impossible to monitor whether the subordinates truly followed them during training, so such a place came to be.
In addition to training the Chicks members, another goal was to collect data on demons; if common traits among those demons could be analyzed, it would increase the odds of dealing with the demons outside.
After all, personal training spaces couldn’t produce demons that exceeded one’s own understanding, and this flaw could be compensated for by the training ground.
Of course, the demons captured here were all low-level ones from the outskirts, and hadn’t undergone any evolution, so they couldn’t compare to canned meat; however, as long as they shared a common origin, that was enough.
Xia Xinyan and Ling Mo brought the canned meat to an empty room and stopped: “Wait here for a bit.”
Hearing this, the canned meat nodded and closed his eyes again: “Lord, your devout believer is helping the world…”
Ling Mo’s expression became even stranger.
God knows how awkward this scene was; he couldn’t imagine what this guy had gone through to become like this, almost like a soul had switched places.
That Monica…
Tsk.
They didn’t wait long before the door was suddenly burst open from outside with a heavy impact, and a creature about the same size as the canned meat staggered in, covered in rotting flesh, slowly shambling towards the canned meat with a moan, like a zombie.
The canned meat paused for a moment, then sighed sadly: “Though of the same kin… they are no different from beasts. Rude individuals should also accept the Lord’s grace; perhaps then they might gain wisdom like me…”
Xia Xinyan squinted slightly: “It’s of your kin?”
“Isn’t it?” the canned meat retorted.
It didn’t seem like it was lying—perhaps this guy simply couldn’t lie.
Seeing this, Ling Mo made a gesture to the staggering creature.
Then that creature stopped pretending and directly reached for its own face, yanked it hard, and pulled off all the rotting flesh to reveal its transparent inner shell, after which the Fatty immediately yelled: “Damn! It smells like death! Why don’t you get a freaking air filter… hisses, why aren’t you helping me pull off this rotten flesh? I’m about to lose my mind.”
Upon hearing this, Ling Mo silently summoned a high-pressure water gun connected to a water tank and pressed the trigger aimed at the Fatty—who was immediately blasted away.
The canned meat: “…”
For the first time, a shocked expression appeared on its face.
But it didn’t last long: “Lord… please forgive their sins…”
Pausing, it continued, “Why are you clad in the bones of my kin?”
Xia Xinyan assessed it for a moment and asked, “Did you really not notice any other presence among them just now?”
“None at all,” the canned meat shook its head, then seemed to think of something, “You… want to disguise yourselves as my kin, don’t you?”
It was a rather obvious move.
Xia Xinyan didn’t hide it: “So is this method feasible?”
“…If you want to do that, it’s actually not that complicated,” the canned meat shook its head, still with a serene expression, “Just bring a piece of meat; you don’t need to cover your entire body.”
Ling Mo: “…Really? Your kin won’t recognize you?”
“My kind will naturally consider you kin when they sense your kin-related aura,” the canned meat nodded.
“They won’t detect the human aura?”
“…We can’t perceive the aura of other races.”
“What about appearance? You’re so different in appearance, can’t they tell?”
“Our race has a variety of appearances; if we relied solely on appearance to recognize kin, no one would ever identify their kind.”
“…That’s true,” Ling Mo nodded.
These Freeborn had never seen two beings that looked alike until now.
At that moment, the Fatty staggered back in, looking quite clean after being blasted by Ling Mo, though he was still a mess: “Damn… Ling Mo, you bastard… Anyway, what’s the situation? Can it work?”
“It said just one piece of meat will do,” Ling Mo glanced at the canned meat.
The Fatty froze: “…One piece?”
The canned meat nodded confidently.
The Fatty was immediately dumbfounded: “So all that disgusting stuff I did was completely wasted? I mean, if it could say that, why didn’t you just ask it beforehand? I had to go through all that trouble, and now I can’t even eat dinner tonight!”
Ling Mo shrugged: “You didn’t give us a chance.”
They had just discussed this idea when the Fatty had heroically charged in, not giving them a chance to stop him.
The Fatty: “…”
Damn it.
