When you first entered the garden area, what you saw in Joshua's eyes was bright light and the turquoise grass.

Artificial lights sprinkled from the translucent glass dome, and he sensed the fresh air and the ethereal music, and the joyful singing of children was coming from the front.

Taking a step forward, he smelled the fragrance of milk and honey. The sweetness of the fruit drifted in the breeze. When he looked up, there were flowers blooming on the grass and colors blooming. Fruit trees were spreading sporadically, and the ripe fragrance came from various fruits.

Everything is so beautiful, like heaven.

But these were not what Joshua was concerned about... The warrior's eyes were concentrated, and he saw a lot, but very few. He saw a group of children singing softly under the leadership of several soul puppets in the center of the garden, and also saw some things that made him silent.

What Joshua saw was bone and skin.

It was the bone. Joshua controlled the puppet body and took a step forward. He stepped into the green grass from the white tiled avenue, causing the soil to sink. He looked around the entire surrounding half of the garden area: the snow-white building surface was paved with tiles made of bone powder, and artificial lamps hanging on the dome were completely transformed from human skulls. Several benches placed at the corner of the garden area were made of shins and thigh bones. The artificial hills in the fountain not far away were piled up with countless bones.

At this time, the children singing in the center of this beautiful garden were holding simple instruments. They sang under the guidance of three soul puppets and recited simple and beautiful songs. But what is strange is that these children and puppets were not affected by the previous battle of Joshua. The huge explosion could not even give them any energy. The warrior could see at a glance what the instruments in the hands of the children were made of.

That's bone and skin.

A girl, who was only seven or eight years old, smiled, holding a small double-sided drum in her hand. She slapped it under the guidance of the soul puppet, making a rhythmic sound. The girl sang innocent songs, and the drum body of the small double-sided drum was made of skull cutting and grinding of two children of her age, and then covered with a layer of human skin. A boy, who was about twelve years old, was playing a simple six-hole bone piccolo. No one knew which victim it was from, but the melodious flute sound covered it all.

"Lalalalala...Let's continue this dream. Tomorrow will come and continue singing the melody..."

The pleasant sound of children and crisp music lingered beside the sound wave receiver. Joshua didn't look much, listen more, because he found something even more incredible: on the side of the garden, on the left side of the repair area and the medical area, a building filled with human bones and rocks was under construction. Its structure was roughly erected, half of the outer layer had been painted with cement, and a small part of the bone powder tiles were also laid. When the warrior really observed it carefully, he found that the huge dome above the entire garden area was also very familiar.

Joshua lowered his head silently, and he looked at the group of Siberian children who were singing and playing again. They were still playing happily under the guidance of the soul puppet, holding bone and leather instruments and toys in their hands. And there was no doubt that these things all came from their kind.

Children won't care about this, they won't know if these things are made by their parents, siblings... because they know nothing, they don't know anything.

Until now, neither the three soul puppets nor the Siberian children had any attention to the explosion next to them or Joshua. Even the soldiers were stroking close to them, the same was true until Joshua was standing in front of him, and the three puppets that were constantly guiding the child through the sound and sibling movements turned their heads and made some unusually gentle sound.

"No. snova-21 harvest type, this is not a duty area."

"Number snova-21 harvest type, go to the sixth maintenance interval to repair."

"Number snova-21 harvest type, go to the defense line of the breeding area to fight."

The emotional, extremely beautiful and magnetic voice came from these three obviously specially made soul puppet sounds. They said to Joshua almost at the same time, repeating his mission. The warrior remained silent. He first glanced at the Siberian young man who was still playing and singing a few meters away and had no reaction to the arrival of his behemoth, and then reached out his hand straightforwardly.

Crack, Crack, Crack.

Three crisp sounds in succession, Joshua, who had at least ten times more than these puppets, crushed and pulled out the heads of these three soul puppets without combat power. Following the route, he directly destroyed their soul cores, and helped these souls who had been enslaved for a long time to be free.

And at the same time, the music stopped.

After destroying these three puppets, Joshua looked at the group of children... Let's call them children for now. The warrior stared at the intelligent life of these Siberians. His mechanized eyes were just a pure red light flash, but the unique frequency represented that Joshua's thoughts were complicated at this time.

After losing the guidance of the soul puppet, the light in all the children's eyes dimmed. Originally, although their movements were stiff, even when they played, they looked like puppets, but the light in their eyes at least made them look like a life. But now, all the children stopped playing musical instruments, no longer clapping or playing. The singing suddenly stopped, jumping and suddenly fell to the ground, and everyone lay down in a uniform manner, or lay on the grass, as if the power was off. They stopped numbly, without any anger,

Some of the children who were singing before were still spitting out the lyrics intermittently, but everything became no longer coherent, as if there was a program error.

"Lalala...The future is repeated... Time pushes...Tomorrow...Yesterday...Lala,lala..."

As if the machine was reported by the error, these children gradually stopped making a sound. Only scattered "Yi" and "La" sounds came from the open mouth, just like simple vocal cord vibrations, with no meaning.

This kind of life...is not considered alive at all.

Just the first moment he observed this scene, Joshua roughly understood the current situation. He couldn't sigh in the mechanical body, but Joshua's spirit still took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He originally thought that this might be just a mechanized soul factory, but he didn't expect that these puppets, or the existence behind the puppets, were done so thoroughly.

"Absurd world..."

The low voice slowly echoed in the garden area. The soldier shook his head. He could see that most of the decorations in the entire garden area and other sections were made of human skin and bones. They were white in texture, perfect in shape and without deformity, as if they had been carefully selected... It was only now that Joshua had been awakened to why it was called a "breeding area" outside the garden, and what was the so-called "entrusting"?

Besides plants, what else is there to breed? Of course it is humans... In this world where it seems to have experienced the end of the world and the whole world is deserted, what other things can humans have to breed humans besides breeding humans? Look at the number of these bones and human skins, it is amazing, just like the accumulated ears of grain harvested in autumn. Perhaps, in the eyes of the operators behind it, the nature of humans in the breeding area is the same as that of plants and trees, and there is no difference between them and barley, wheat and rice. They are sustainable resources that will grow again after being harvested.

Walking forward, Joshua came to a child with a dull eyes. This was a boy about thirteen years old. He was wearing a gray-white simple children's clothing, his eyes were dull and light, and he had no consciousness. He was just breathing and maintaining his life. His body had no intention of moving at all. Even if Joshua raised his index finger and pointed it on his forehead.

Silver mixed with purple-green flames flashed by.

Joshua used the power of the fragments of steel to explore the child's soul, but he only saw the empty space and nothing, everything was blank. There seemed to be something wrong with the child's brain structure and soul structure. For him, memory seemed to be only seven seconds. As long as it lasted for seven seconds, everything would be forgotten by him and he would return to the flawless white paper.

A blank paper with no idea.

Don’t know good or evil, don’t know good or bad, don’t have wisdom, don’t have will, nature, don’t have courage, and don’t have faith. There is no despair in nothingness, and there is no hope. In this soul deprived of imagination, association, and even all enlightenment knowledge, Joshua couldn’t find anything. He stood up speechlessly and looked down at a group of children lying on their lying down below. He wanted to feel a little sympathy and anger, but the reason of the warrior did not feel that these "things" were life.

What is the difference between a Siberian child who has no self-will, except for a soul and a ***k, and everything else is like a broken doll, and what is the difference between a real doll and a puppet? They are just fleshy crops, seedlings waiting to be harvested.

According to myths and legends, Adam and Eve walked in the Garden of Eden. They did not know good or evil and were ashamed of shame. They lived happily under the guidance of God. They knew nothing and understood nothing, so they enjoyed happiness called ignorance. But the snake tempted them to eat the fruits of the tree of wisdom, shattered happiness and wandered to the world from Eden.

Now, everything in the garden area is integrated, making Joshua recall allusions from the mythology of his previous life. He stared at the wreckage of the puppets that were still trembling, with the flow of engine oil and parts fragments, and the group of Siberian children who fell to the ground. The soldiers' hearts that had experienced thousands of battlefields were also slightly trembling.

If ignorant happiness is Eden.
Chapter completed!