The boy walked slowly into the dark training ground. The rough linen cloth that clung to his skinny chest rubbed repeatedly with his footsteps, making his skin tingle. What made him feel even more uncomfortable was the cold wind in the training ground.
The wind blowing through his newly shaved hair actually made him shiver, and the smooth and cold marble floor under his feet mercilessly took away his remaining body temperature, making his toes numb from the cold. In the training ground
There was only one sound of his footsteps, crisp and lonely, just like his heartbeat.
He was selected from his tribe to participate in a ceremony that only he could participate in.
For this ceremony, he had to go through extremely heavy studies and be exposed to knowledge about politics, military, geography, mathematics, physics and chemistry that he had never learned before. The short period of study gradually revealed itself. Unlike other boys in the tribe who like to jump up and down,
Rather than snowballs, bows and arrows and daggers, he was more interested in listening to stories around the prophet, and the prophet often told him about the tragic death of the tenth-century Byzantine emperor, John I Tzimisces, and the man known as the Butcher of Bulgaria.
The story of Basil II. Tonight, Patriarch Sophia, the daughter of the prophet, dragged him up from the bed that was neither too warm nor too soft, brought him here, and let him walk in alone.
Immediately afterwards, Sophia left alone, ignoring the confused boy.
Even though he didn't know what was going on, he still did it.
He repeatedly experienced the fear mixed with the cold, chewing it on the tip of his tongue and swallowing it. During the short journey, he thought a lot, but seemed to think of nothing. He just walked forward mechanically, as if there was something ahead of him.
Something was attracting him.
A ray of light lit up in the dark training ground, and all the coldness receded in an instant. After a brief surprise, the boy perked up. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the light, and saw a blurry figure standing in the training ground.
Center. "Good evening, descendant of Theodora." The figure said to him in a very gentle tone, "From now on, you will start real training."
"What training?" the boy asked.
This is an indescribable feeling. He believes that the knowledge he has learned cannot describe this sense of fate for the time being.
"The most rigorous training in the world, kid." The light gradually weakened, and the boy gradually saw the person in the light clearly. He was a tall man with long black curly hair, and his facial features were like an ancient Greek statue that was cut with a knife or axe.
Perfect. With a gentle smile, he said to the boy, "But I believe you can bear such training. Look, that is your armor and weapons, and you will become a person worthy of that armor in the future."
The boy quickly glanced in the direction the man was pointing.
"That's too high." The boy said nervously, "I can't grow as tall as a room!"
"We will find a way." The man walked forward with a smile and put his big hand on the boy's head. Like a warm exhale, the boy felt that all the fatigue in his body was dissipated with the arrival of the warm night. "This will
It will be a long service, and you will face pressure that is unbearable for the human mind, but you can bear it. I promise you, you will be able to put on this armor and stand next to me to face the unimaginable pressure for humans.
The enemy, or commanding the largest fleet in the world, orders artillery to destroy those disgusting monsters."
"Why me?" The boy raised his head and looked at him with clear blue eyes.
The man's expression seemed to become a little embarrassed, and the sense of sanctity that should have existed was destroyed by the raised corners of his mouth. He looked like he was going to laugh at any time, and at the same time he was a little embarrassed. It was only then that the boy discovered this man.
Not old enough to grow a beard, he was still very young and very strong. But the boy still couldn't look directly into the man's shining eyes, which seemed to dig out all the little secrets of his past. For example, he would secretly eat in the middle of the night.
In Siberia, when he couldn't sleep at night, he would run to the edge of the village and throw stones into the well.
He was worried that these embarrassing things would be known to this man.
He is trembling.
"Because you are the most suitable." The man raised his eyebrows cheerfully, "This is not nonsense, but a coincidence. I was looking for the right person, and then you appeared, that's all."
No one knows why the boy with surgical marks on his body has been following Salomon, and no one knows why the boy is carrying a short knife and a pistol. If an uninformed person sees this scene, they will definitely feel sorry for the boy.
The surgery marks on the body were surprising and angry. But for the client, although there were dozens of surgeries waiting for him in the future, just the changes in the first several-day surgery made him very satisfied.
It seemed like a long dream.
He has grown taller, his brain works faster, and his reactions are quicker. His appetite has increased, and his thin limbs have begun to grow muscle, allowing him to use a short bow to shoot things that he could not hit before. He is no longer a skinny guy.
I'm a nerd now, and everything is going in a good direction.
The surgery for this boy was specially customized. Maya Hansen worked sleeplessly for a month to prepare for it. After taking a short rest, she devoted herself to the next stage of work. With a ready-made template
Next, this work is going very quickly. This boy carries with him all the current results of the biological laboratory, including genetic tailoring of the Extremis virus, alien genetic engineering and biochemical implants. His technology involves many medical fields and powerful alchemy.
As he continues to grow, surgeries will continue, and the boy will undergo daily physical exams to ensure there are no side effects from the implants and genetic engineering.
This process will continue until the final goal is achieved, which is the final form of the Golden Guards. But that is just a template. Maya Hansen will modify the transformation plan for each different recipient. So the boy's final form
The form is slightly different from that of the golden armored guard.
After the first stage is over, the boy will have to undergo mental and chemical adjustments made by Salomon's mental illusion spell and brain-computer interface to make him a superman on a psychological level. This is a very difficult and long process.
, Modern scientific research on the brain is still in its infancy. Even if the Eternal City invests in many laboratories and receives technology from the future, the boy still has to stay in the training cabin while undergoing adjustments to avoid physiological changes during mental adjustments.
There were huge fluctuations in physical signs.
"What did you do to this child?" Natasha Romanoff looked at the boy questioningly.
Although she rejected Salomon's invitation, she still came to the Eternal City to see the Eternal City out of emotional impetus to prevent Salomon from actually carrying out that inhumane plan. Although she did not see what she expected.
Hell, but the traces of surgery on this boy's body cannot be erased. If she knew that this boy's height had grown twenty centimeters in a week, she might be scared to death.
The boy ate the chocolate cake obediently, turning a deaf ear to the conversation between the female spy and Salomon. The headphones he wore did not allow him to hear other sounds. After psychological adjustment and implant surgery, his senses became
He is too sharp and is currently in the adaptation stage. According to normal procedures, this boy should be put into the forest for wilderness survival training at this moment, instead of sitting here eating cake.
But the arrival of Natasha Romanov interrupted this process.
Salomon spread his hands nonchalantly, "Something has to be done, Natasha."