Chapter 546: Help... Help Me

Outer City of the Seventh Defense Zone.

In the area where Two-legged Sheep are imprisoned, the former buildings have long since collapsed into ruins, and dried bloodstains are everywhere among the concrete fragments covered in claw marks.

The air is thick with the stench of rotting meat and excrement, and swarms of carrion flies buzz and circle, having just left the remains of a Two-legged Sheep gnawed down to nothing but white leg bones.

A group of Beast Race warriors wearing Rune Bulletproof Armor patrol back and forth nearby; one Beast Race warrior glances at the Two-legged Sheep breeding ground below and clicks his tongue.

"Tsk, what a base race, truly born to be livestock."

Hundreds of cages welded from steel bars are arranged like pig pens in a slaughterhouse.

Chains as thick as three fingers pierce the shoulder blades of the Two-legged Sheep, twisting their bodies into a kneeling posture.

When a Beast Race butcher drags a barbed steel whip past, the sound of metal clashing rings out one after another from the cages.

The withered limbs of these Two-legged Sheep twitch unconsciously, and the chains strike the iron bars, making noise.

"Fresh feed!"

Following a roar in the Beast language, two Beast Race Breeders, their bodies slick and green, drag over half a corpse.

The rotting abdominal cavity splits open during the dragging, and maggots rain down into the feeding trough in front of the cages.

Seeing the maggots, the Two-legged Sheep in the cages swarm into the feeding trough and begin to fight madly for them.

In the "exhibition area" on the west side of the Breeding Ground, skeletons of Two-legged Sheep are meticulously spliced into spiral totems.

Sheng Wolun curls up in the corner of the 13th Cage, dull pain radiating from his shoulder blades where the chains pierce through.

He can no longer remember how many days and nights he has lived in a cage like this.

As a former soldier of the Seventh Defense Zone, he had fought against the Beast Race until the very last moment, but the number of those Beast Race was too great, and they had already begun to infiltrate the Seventh Defense Zone Inner City.

Defeat had become a foregone conclusion, just as Sheng Wolun was preparing to perish together with these Green Skin beasts like his other comrades.

A Gray Rune flew before him; the Gray Rune made contact with Sheng Wolun's forehead, and Sheng Wolun felt his vision go dark; when he woke up again, he was already in this place.

A sound of metal clashing suddenly rings out in the corner of the cage.

Sheng Wolun holds his breath and pricks up his ears to listen carefully.

"Help... help... me..."

Hearing this voice, Sheng Wolun feels a surge of joy in his heart.

It is rare to see a human who can speak in the Breeding Ground; after long periods of devastation, the spirits of the humans here have already been...

Hearing this faint voice, Sheng Wolun braces his body and leans toward the position where the sound came from.

A raspy breath comes from the darkness; Sheng Wolun looks closely and sees it is the pregnant woman who always secretly slipped him maggots during feeding time.

Her protruding abdomen is tinged with an unnatural blue-purple, but the light in her eyes has already begun to fade under the moonlight.

Sheng Wolun gropes his way to the pregnant woman's side and reaches out to touch her neck, finding her pulse very weak; combined with her physical condition, she cannot last much longer.

Sheng Wolun did not expect that this pregnant woman's spirit had not yet collapsed, and he hurriedly asks her in a low voice.

"How are you?"

The pregnant woman, whose eyes were gradually losing their light, sees that light refocus after hearing Sheng Wolun's words.

She looks at Sheng Wolun's face, seemingly recognizing the young man she had helped, and she speaks slowly.

"Please... please... save my... child, I... I can no longer..."

Before she can finish, the pregnant woman suddenly coughs violently, spitting out thick black blood, which splatters onto Sheng Wolun's instep.

Her trembling fingers slowly reach out and touch her stomach, her pupils beginning to dilate, "Help... help me..."

Sheng Wolun looks at the pregnant woman's stomach and nods slowly.

"Alright, I will do my best to protect your child's safety."

After receiving Sheng Wolun's reply, the pregnant woman seems to have all her strength drained away; the light in her eyes begins to fade, and the fingers resting on her stomach slowly drop.

Sheng Wolun watches as this compatriot, whom he only just learned could speak, becomes a corpse, and a sense of despair rises in his heart.

What exactly is he holding on for? During the days he has been imprisoned, he has suffered all kinds of torture; if it weren't for his ability, he might have already died.

But it is precisely because of his ability that he is endlessly tortured by the Beast Race.

Sheng Wolun licks his cracked lips with his tongue and stretches out his hands, preparing to remove the child from the pregnant woman's stomach to prevent the Beast Race from discovering the corpse tomorrow morning and taking the child in her womb away as well.

Just then, the sound of Beast Race patrolmen's footsteps comes from afar.

Sheng Wolun quickly wipes away the traces on the ground with excrement and arranges the pregnant woman's still-warm corpse into a curled-up sleeping posture.

Her abdomen is still trembling slightly; the little life inside is currently tapping rhythmically against the pregnant woman's stomach with its tiny hands.

Sheng Wolun's fingernails dig deep into his palms, and the foul-smelling night wind lifts the blood-stained hem of the pregnant woman's clothes.

He touches a sharp piece of iron on the edge of the feeding trough, which glints with a cold, ghostly blue light in the moonlight.

When the first line of blood blooms on the pregnant woman's blue-purple belly, the shoulder blades pierced by the chains suddenly burn with intense pain.

Sheng Wolun bites down on his previously dislocated jaw and continues his work.

"Wuu—"

The faint crying is muffled by Sheng Wolun's palm, which is covered in excrement.

The infant, covered in fetal membranes, slides out from the opened abdominal cavity.

"Quiet... quiet..." Sheng Wolun tears off the pregnant woman's collar to wrap the infant, looking around anxiously, wanting to hide this crying baby.

Although Sheng Wolun stops the infant's crying quickly, the Beast Race warrior on night duty still hears the faint wail.

"There's movement in the 13th Cage! Go take a look!"

Hearing the footsteps gradually approaching, Sheng Wolun's heartbeat quickens, his eyes fixed intently outside the cage.

"Two-legged Sheep! What kind of tricks are you up to!"

A Beast Race butcher holding a barbed steel whip strikes every cage; Sheng Wolun prays incessantly that the other party will just stop there, for if the butcher's whip strikes the cage, the baby in his arms will inevitably wake up.

Cold sweat seeps from Sheng Wolun's back, and the infant wriggles in his blood-stained arms.

The Beast Race butcher's footsteps outside the cage draw closer, and the moonlight reflects a Scarlet Rune on the butcher's steel whip.

As the Beast Race butcher's steel whip struck the cage heavily, the piercing sound woke the infant in Sheng Wolun's arms.

"Roar! A Two-legged Sheep lamb!"

The Beast Race butcher's Liaya puffed out hot air, and the barbed steel whip suddenly pierced through the gap in the iron bars, thrusting toward Sheng Wolun.

Sheng Wolun instinctively rolled to the side, the chains on his shoulder blades scraping sparks against the concrete, and blood flowed from the wound on Sheng Wolun's shoulder blade.

"Damn it, what do I do!"

"Boom!"

The sound of a heavy object landing echoed not far away, and Sheng Wolun could even feel the ground shaking.

"Bang!"

Sheng Wolun saw the Beast Race butcher's head blown apart, brains splattering everywhere.