This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

A colorless gas began to escape from sprinklers in the ceiling. Initially, the prisoners thought it was just steam, but soon the first wave of symptoms set in. They began to feel dizzy, their vision blurred, and then violent vomiting. Some collapsed to the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.

"Close the air valve and start the exhaust system," Himmler ordered, his eyes fixed on the observation window. "Prepare to enter."

A few minutes later, medical staff in full protective suits rushed into the "shower room", dragged out the prisoners who still showed signs of life, and sent them to a temporary medical area.

The medical area quickly became a grotesque experiment. To find the right treatment quickly, doctors resorted to all sorts of methods. Scientific methods coexisted with superstition, and modern medicine and ancient folk remedies mingled.

"Over here! Give this one a saline injection!" a doctor shouted.

"How much?" "I don't know! Let's try injecting one liter first."

“That one uses glucose!”

A man in a priest's robe walked between the beds, chanting prayers. The armed soldiers and police following him saw that it was ineffective and immediately replaced him!

"If Catholic prayers don't work, try Orthodox ones. If Orthodox ones don't work, try Mechanicus! Hurry and bring the big bell and the steam engine!"

Some prisoners were bled, others given enemas, and even worse, their skulls drilled open. All sorts of bizarre medicines were used, from common herbs to unconventional things like ren zhong huang and ren zhong bai, and even radium "borrowed" from the physics laboratory of Marie and Pierre Curie next door.

"I heard that radioactive substances have high energy! Maybe drinking it will give me magical powers to resist toxins!"

"Then inject it into Patient 78 immediately!" "Where should I inject it?" "Inject it everywhere! What we lack most now is time!"

Himmler calmly observed the progress of each case, occasionally taking notes. When he was considering whether to ask Dr. Tesla to try 100,000-volt lightning therapy, an excited shout interrupted his thoughts.

"Belladonna! Belladonna extract works!" a tired-looking doctor shouted excitedly, "Come and see!"

The crowd immediately gathered around the prisoner's bed. The man, who had been struggling in agony just a few minutes ago, was now visibly improving—his pupils were no longer constricted, his muscle twitching had eased, and his breathing had become more stable.

Himmler quickly stepped forward, carefully examined the patient, and nodded in confirmation: "Prepare a sufficient amount of belladonna extract immediately and send it to the Commandant's medical station!"

The medical staff rushed into action, leaving behind the prisoners who had unfortunately become victims of "medical progress" lying in their beds or lying quietly in linen bags, waiting to go to the heavenly trenches.

———————————I Qiyin San Er Chui Er Chui two months different—

Neos slowly opened his eyes and saw a crowd of nervously-looking medical staff and military officers standing around him. The doctor, noticing he was awake, immediately stepped forward to check his vital signs.

"Thank the Om Messiah," the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "the belladonna extract is working."

He tried to sit up, and although his movements were still a little slow, his spirits had improved. Amos, who was watching from outside, was the first to rush to the bed, almost crying with excitement.

"I knew you wouldn't be defeated by this evil heresy! May Om Messiah bless you—"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly realized that the person sitting in front of him seemed to be the Om Messiah he had always claimed to be, and the situation became a little awkward.

Neos saw the familiar faces around him and realized the chaos he had caused. He began to reflect: "I'm truly sorry for causing so much trouble! Alas, I must learn this lesson. Even a psychic like me shouldn't touch unknown substances carelessly. It seems like things have been going too smoothly lately. I'm going to reflect on this for everyone!"

He paused, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. "Still, this poison is certainly intriguing. Since even a psyker like me would experience these symptoms, what if they were used against demons?"

The officers looked at each other in confusion. Finally, Lieutenant General Edgar asked cautiously, "But, Commander, it seems that we don't have any demons in our camp that can be used for experiments?"

Neos suddenly straightened his back, a gleam in his eyes. "It's very simple, Master. Can't we just summon a demon?"

These words exploded like a bomb in the room. The officers took a few steps back in shock, some even instinctively making the sign of the cross. Several ordinary believers turned pale, nearly fainting.

"My lord!" Amos' voice trembled. "Summoning demons to the world is the greatest betrayal of humanity!"

Just as everyone was terrified and wondering if Neos had been possessed by a heretic, he added calmly:

"According to the knowledge I've gained about Hell, summoning demons under Mammon, the Lord of Greed, does not require sacrificing the lives of ordinary people.

Those demons understand humans very well. The barrier to entry for contacting them is very low: just pay a little money! And they'll even let you take advantage of them in the early stages. It's not until you gradually fall into their trap that they reveal their greedy demonic nature.

Propaganda Minister Xier raised her eyebrows thoughtfully. "Like those Jewish guys who run casinos?"

Neos nodded: "Indeed."

"Yes, it seems that all the Jewish businessmen I remember have had dealings with Mammon," intelligence officer Rosen added.

"These three ethnic groups, like Mammon, have always had an obsession with wealth."

"No problem." "Eleven out of ten of this group of people will be burned at the stake!" The officers talked one after another, and a few short sentences made Neos understand that for the people in this world, trading between Jewish merchants and Mammon demons is as common as eating and drinking.

Himmler suddenly thought of something: "There is still a Jewish guy in the concentration camp who should not have been poisoned. I think it is the one called Sherlock?"

"Now that you mention it, I remember it!" Intelligence Officer Rosen slapped his thigh. "He's the bastard who claimed, when he confessed his crimes, that he was reselling weapons and equipment destined for the New Antioch front to the demons!"

Neos' eyes lit up, "Great! Then let him lure his contracted demon over here! I'm going to make another deal!"

Upon hearing this, the officers' faces showed horror. Lieutenant General Edgar said cautiously, "You—you should be more cautious!"

Neos explained, "Last time in the Warp, I screwed both God and Lucifer. I guess no one wants to do business with me anymore. But it doesn't matter. I'm too acquainted with greed. As long as there's enough profit, these greedy people will commit any crime, even sell me the rope to hang them with!"

Amos has been acting as the city council's chief administrative officer for a while now, and he's a little worried: "Sir, our financial situation—"

"Trust me," Neos patted his chest and interrupted Amos. "I'm Neos. I've always been very principled in doing business. I promise to get things done for you!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a large sword burning with blue and white flames appeared out of thin air in his hand, with psychic light flowing on the blade.

"Go!" Neos raised his sword. "I'll show you how to make a deal with the devil!"

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Cold, shaking...

The moment he woke up, Charlie Sherlock suddenly jumped up from the ground. He looked around in panic, and the environment of the "bathroom" in his mind was instantly confused with the environment in front of him. But after a few seconds, he woke up from the confusion.

"Very good, it seems that you are the one with the best physical fitness among these traitors."

As soon as Sherlock opened his eyes, he saw Himmler, who was known as the "living devil" in the concentration camp, grinning at him. He was so scared that he rolled up and looked at the large group of people in front of him tremblingly.

The legendary Saint Neos was surrounded by soldiers armed with guns and ammunition. He sat opposite him with his horse and swords in his hand, holding a burning sword.

"Charlie Sherlock, you have committed the ultimate heresy and crime against humanity. You sold strategically valuable weapons destined for the New Antioch front to the devil of greed."

Neos slowly read his charges.

"Master Si07 seems to be... yes..."

Sweat dripped from Sherlock's fat forehead as he answered Neos in a flattering manner.

"Now I want to make a deal. I want a lot of things. A lot. It would be best if the demons could come to see me in person. The more the better. I also want some information about them. As long as it can be bought or sold, I'm open to negotiation."

As soon as the discussion of the deal came up, the businessman, bewitched by the devil of greed, immediately cast aside his fear of Neos. His eyes lit up and he asked eagerly, "What's your offer?"

"Offer? I didn't ask me to pay, it's you, understand? You've done so many bad things over the years by cheating and deceiving people, there must be something hidden!"

"No—no! Really not! If I still had wealth, how could I have been caught by you?!" Sherlock's face showed a trace of sorrow, as if he was sad about his wealth. This scene made Xi'er and others grit their teeth.

"This group of traitors to the European nation... scum... traitors... maggots... they must be eliminated..." Xier clenched her fists as she watched.

"Don't you still have a soul? Use your soul as the price!"

"But...but my soul is worthless!"

"It is worthless?"

"I—I sold my life-saving benefactor and my faith to the devil for thirty silver coins. How could you think my soul is worth more than that?"

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Is there something wrong with the ship girl who became a dual-body in the anime?

Xia Lin, an ordinary player of Azur Lane, suddenly became a ship girl of the Sakura Empire in Azur Lane one day.

What's even more outrageous is that Xia Lin turned into two ship girls: Shinano and Unzen!

Looking at the huge balls on his two bodies, Xia Lin was a little bit unbelievable for a moment!

Seeing the other shipgirls, Xia Lin had no idea how to face them. She had no memories of Shinano and Unzen, nor any combat experience with them.

But there is also good news. Xia Lin can get rewards by signing in every morning. So, when the Siren saw that the ship girls had advanced fighter planes, they were all numb.

"Who is the villain after all?" said Purification Parent.

Red Tide: 1921: Chapter 51: This is even better than the Soulless, jpg

"Then you deserve to die."

Neos had originally felt a little doubtful and puzzled about Shylock's decisive betrayal of humanity, but now he felt relieved when he thought of his identity as a Jewish businessman.

Seeing this, Sherlock immediately lowered his posture, with a flattering smile on his face, but cunning hidden in his eyes, and his voice became sweet:

"Great Master Neos! The savior of mankind—you are the light of mankind, the hope in the darkness! I humbly beg you—"

As he spoke these cheesy flatteries, he bent down, and finally knelt on the ground, crawling forward and kissing Neos's boots. Seeing the Jew's smooth and skillful movements, Xier, who was standing next to Neos, couldn't help but snort coldly, her face full of disgust.

"Enough." Neos said lightly, without any ripples in his tone, but the temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees because of his two words.

Amos tightly grasped the cross with the eagle emblem, his sword pointed at the kneeling Sherlock. "Commander, please be extremely cautious. The souls of all those who worship Mammon and make deals with the devil have long been twisted. Even if they look very similar to us, their essence is no longer human."

The tip of Amos's sword was only a few centimeters away from Sherlock's throat, ready to pierce the throat of this human traitor at any time. Sherlock felt the threat of death, but the greed and cunning in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"I understand." Neos nodded slightly. He decided to try to get more information before contacting the demon. This would make it easier to rob—no, trade—then.

"Sherlock, tell me everything you know about the demon Mammon."

Upon hearing this, Sherlock's flattering smile froze, his brow furrowed slightly, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. He said cautiously, "Great Master Neos, this... this may be a little difficult." His voice trembled, but his eyes moved alertly.

"I'm bound by a pact with the demons and cannot reveal their secrets to anyone. Especially since you caused such a scene in the Seventh Ring of Hell and burned down most of Beelzebub's Plague City, your name has spread throughout Hell!"

His voice gradually lowered, a hint of fear lingering in it. "Many relatively weaker demons fear that you will know their names in the Warp, and have demanded that the humans they have signed contracts with refrain from revealing their information to anyone."

"You really can't say it? I don't believe it. Judging from your lowly moral standards, you can definitely say it."

"This, this, this..." Sherlock's eyes rolled and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, obviously wanting to negotiate terms.

Himmler, standing nearby, keenly sensed Sherlock's subtle thoughts. He waved his hand, "You don't want to say it, right? Even the heretic commander wouldn't dare to negotiate like this with the Lord of Mankind. Who the hell do you think you are? Beat me up!"

"No—in fact, just add money—" Sherlock hadn't finished speaking when several interrogators, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately stepped forward. Their eyes flashed with anger, and their faces were twisted with hatred for the traitor. A burly interrogator punched Sherlock in the nose!

"Ugh!"

Blood gushed out immediately. Before Shylock could even beg for mercy, another interrogator had already kicked him to the ground, while the third interrogator quickly stuffed a piece of linen that had been used to wrap the body into his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

Sherlock struggled on the ground, screaming incoherently: "Don't—Ahhhhhh!"

"I!! Uh! I know - ah! Okay -" He tried hard to say something, but the ball of cloth blocked his words, and only a few broken words came out from the seams of the cloth.

Neos saw that several of his subordinates were eager to try, and he also wanted to give Sherlock a lesson, so he raised his chin slightly towards Sherlock on the ground, tacitly approving the actions of his subordinates.

Upon receiving their approval, Seer, Amos, Himmler, and the others immediately grabbed a trench club from the corner and launched a furious beating at Sherlock, who lay on the ground. The club swung with incredible speed, leaving a trail of blurry afterimages in the air. The speed was at least dozens of strikes per second, each one brimming with unbridled fury against this traitor to humanity.

"Hit me hard! Anything less would be disloyal to the Lord of Mankind! Are you loyal?!"

"loyalty!"

"The blow is too light. I cannot allow even trench batons to be more loyal than us! Beat him to death and teach him a lesson!!" Himmler shouted.

Seeing everyone so enthusiastic, Neos didn't want to dampen their spirits. He turned and walked out of the room, lit a cigarette, and quietly enjoyed this brief moment of peace, while also giving his subordinates a chance to vent their anger.

When he returned to the room, the fat, rotten Jewish merchant had been hung up and beaten for five minutes, leaving not a scrap of skin untouched. Shylock's face had swollen like a pig's head, his eyes barely open, his nose collapsed, his lips ripped and cracked, blood and saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. His clothes had been torn to shreds, revealing skin covered in bruises and scars.

"You, take the gag off his mouth."

An interrogator immediately stepped forward and roughly pulled out the rag stuffed in Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock immediately began to cough, saying intermittently: "Uh... Actually... Ahem!!" As he coughed, several teeth that had been smashed by the trench club sprayed out of his mouth mixed with blood foam.

He barely lifted his swollen eyelids, his eyes still flashing with greed: "Actually... just add money--"

Neos's patience was wearing thin: "A dog will never change his nature."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room immediately became even more gloomy. Himmler's face turned ashen and he roared, "Still thinking of asking for money? I'm going to turn your fat into soap!!! Give me more—"

Seeing this, Sherlock immediately opened his swollen eyes wide in horror, and the words in his mouth suddenly became clear: "I, I, I, I, I summon the devil. I have to pay a price that will satisfy the devil, right? I - cough cough! I am willing to give up everything I have, but the devil doesn't recognize me!!"

Xier frowned at him, her voice filled with disgust: "You don't have money, but you can't lend it? Aren't you Jews the most fond of lending money?"

Sherlock immediately asked back: "Ah, if I could borrow something from the devil again, would I still be caught by you?" There was a hint of bitterness in his voice, and he didn't know whether it was the power of hell that changed him or whether it was his nature.

After hearing the Jew's words, Neos was already laughing in anger. He shook his head and cast many psychic spells in the surrounding room. Blue and white light flowed from his fingertips, forming complex patterns on the walls, floor, and ceiling.

After completing this, he protected the mortals behind him, ensuring that they would not be eroded by the energy of the warp and maintaining their sanity. He slowly raised the greatsword, and the blade immediately ignited with blue-white flames, illuminating the entire room.

When Sherlock saw this scene, fear appeared in his eyes: "Don't - don't kill me - please - please..." His voice trembled, as if he had foreseen his own death.

"boom!"