At this time, Harvey suddenly took off his prison uniform, because the whipped blood on his body was stuck with the clothes. When he took it off, he could hear a clear "hissing" sound. The countless wounds that had just stopped bleeding were torn open again, and the blood flowed from the prison uniform. The wounds as wide as knuckles flowed out along his dark back, and suddenly it seemed like countless eyes were crying.
"Actually, I'm quite surprised that you guys know about the processor." Harvey said while wiping his body with a towel: "This is not a knowledge point that will appear in the education in the nursing home. Most people in the prison don't know their own. The chip is controlled by something, just like an ant cannot see the person above it."
"What imprisons us is not a prison, but a chip. Broken Lake is just a room in the Blood Moon Kingdom."
Igula hugged his hands and leaned against the wall: "I consider myself to be a well-informed person. I often go in and out of high society. I even made a plan to be imprisoned in Broken Lake, so I deliberately inquired about the operating mechanism of Broken Lake Prison. I was lucky enough to learn about the existence of the processor... How could you, a scavenger, know such secret information?"
With three parts of arrogance and seven parts of doubt, Igurah chose his tone just right, and quietly used the 'resonance' magic spirit as he spoke, trying to ignite Harvey's emotions. If Harvey really knew something secret, he would definitely be eager to tell the news. And the source said it to show off.
However, Harvey just glanced at Iguola in the mirror and asked calmly: "Have you all been to the hospital? Have you noticed that there are no private hospitals in the Blood Moon Kingdom, only the institute-affiliated hospital and the maternity hospital. "
"Isn't this normal?" Yigula felt confused: "Even if there is a private hospital, I will not go there. Affiliated hospitals have low fees, good reputation, guarantees, and a large number of medical doctors. There is no room for private hospitals to survive."
"Generally speaking, medical doctors come from all races, including humans, lizards, elves, orcs, and even ogres..." Harvey said: "But there is one department in the hospital, and there is only one department in it. Race, non-race members are not allowed to join this department."
Lang Na glanced at the blood marks on Harvey's back: "Since it is related to the research institute, the race you are talking about must be the Blood Saints... But which department are you talking about?"
"Remains Disposal Department."
Harvey wiped his scars hard with a towel. His face was obviously distorted in pain, but he still said calmly: "If we say, the institute opened the body processing department just to firmly control it in its own hands. Do you believe that affiliated hospitals are prohibited from issuing private medical licenses?"
Ash naturally looked confused when he heard this. Why did you open a hospital just for a department? Just to get some vinegar so you bought crabs?
However, Igurla seemed to have passed an inspiration check and asked: "I remember that your most serious crime was 'privately disposing of corpses', and the Blood Saint Clan Research Institute wants to firmly grasp the source of the corpse... Could it be that the corpse is harmful to the Blood Saint Clan?" Is it a very valuable resource?"
"The corpse is not only a resource, but also a taboo for them." Harvey smiled slightly: "You were surprised just now that the chip processor is a corpse, but what if I tell you that all the Blood Saints are corpses? "
Ash recalled the arrogant white-haired hunter Gerald, but couldn't connect him with the corpse. Although he was very good at playing cards, he was obviously a smart man with a quick mind, only one worse than Ash. Little by little.
"The corpse...yes, it's the corpse, that makes sense!"
Yigu La suddenly realized: "I have also thought about why the blood saints have a long lifespan and are immortal. Obviously immortal species like elves will also age. I used to think it was some miraculous effect, but if it is a corpse, of course the appearance
It will be frozen at the moment of their death!"
"Speaking of which, I have met the Blood Saint Clan before, and I really didn't hear their heartbeat." Ronald held his chin and said, "Lon Na, you are from the Moon Shadow Clan, you should know more, right?"
He turned his head, only to find that Lang Na's expression at this time was very strange, or he had no expression at all. He didn't speak, didn't turn his eyes, and looked straight ahead, like a stagnant wax figure.
"If he is from the Moon Shadow Clan, he cannot make any response to this topic." Harvey said: "The Blood Moon Clan and the Blood Moon Clan signed an oath when they changed their species, and they must maintain the secrets of both parties."
Ash asked: "This means that the processor that controls the chips of all death row prisoners is a blood saint!?"
"Don't worry, we haven't gotten there yet." Harvey said: "The Blood Saints have been hiding the secret that they are corpses, and at the same time they have controlled the sources of all corpses, in order to prevent anyone from learning the Necron Faction by studying corpses.
It is currently the only magic faction that can control corpses!"
"In other words, the Necromancer is the natural enemy of the Blood Saints. Although I can't control the Blood Saints as easily as I can control corpses, if I fight against a Blood Saint Warlock of the same level, unless the opponent is also proficient in the Necromancer faction,
Otherwise, I am sure that he will not be able to activate his magical spirit, and his soul will be wiped out in dizziness and confusion, turning him into a real corpse!"
Igulla raised his eyebrows and had reservations about Harvey's statement.
Each faction's magician will say that their faction is the most powerful. Just like Igura firmly believes that the psychic faction is the strongest faction, and Harvey is so arrogant about the necromancy faction, there must be a lot of water in it.
This saying, "Our faction is banned because it is so powerful" is spread by almost every unpopular faction.
Lang Na also had a similar attitude. As an exiled member of the Moon Shadow Clan, he must know more, but because of the oath, he could not reveal anything.
Both Ronald and Ash looked like "You're so awesome, I'll mess with you." Ash clenched his fists and said excitedly: "Okay, then if the hunter captain Gerald catches up during the escape, leave it to Harvey."
You take care of it!"
Harvey's expression froze, "Although we are natural enemies, we can't fight with one wing against three wings..."
Well done...Igurah glanced at Ash, thinking that he was indeed the man who deceived the fraudster, and suppressed Harvey's status with just one sentence. Underneath the seemingly admiring face, there were all bad words.
Trap, is this the talent of the cult leader?
Harvey changed the topic: "However, although I can't compete with the real three-winged holy blood saints, if the other party falls into a special state of sleep, that is another matter. For example... being used as a chip processor
The remains of the Blood Saint!"
What Harvey said next reminded Ash of a term: biotechnology!
Because of the magician system, magician technology in this world is very developed. For example, the chip on the back of the neck is a derivative of magician technology. However, the chip is at best a mobile terminal for people, which can send and receive information, watch videos, and listen to music.
There is no problem in using the locator, but if you want to control people's behavior through the chip, it must exceed the functional limit of the chip.
Those needs that cannot be met by "functional limits" are naturally filled by "miracles". But those who can cast miracles can only be magicians, and they only need to be magicians.
Even if the magician is dead, he can still perform miracles as long as certain conditions are met.
The so-called chip processors are actually the corpses of blood saint magicians who have returned to the virtual state. The blood saint magicians use the miracles of the necromantic faction, the alchemical faction, and the electromagnetic faction to recycle these corpses, and finally the corpses
Become a terminal processor that can automatically receive and send chip signals!
This is not only environmentally friendly and energy-saving, but also imaginative, breaking through the theoretical limits, and using technology that may only be invented hundreds of years later, allowing death row inmates in prison to experience it in advance.
But Ash has a question: "If you only need the corpse of a magician, it doesn't have to be a blood saint, right?"
"The following are my guesses." Harvey said: "Although the existing Blood Saints are corpses, they do not have soul-returning realms, and their bodies last forever. It is easy to draw the conclusion that their souls remain in their bodies.
, if we speculate further, it is probably left in the blood.”
"Even if most of the soul in the corpse has dissipated, there may still be a few soul fragments left in the blood and body."
Igulla understood immediately: "Resurrection?"
Harvey nodded: "For the Blood Saints, the corpse does not represent complete apoptosis. "Becoming a processor" may be an important step in the resurrection ceremony, and not all Blood Saint magicians become "
Processor", this may even be a benefit that only high-level magicians deserve."
"By the way, I have specifically tested that when I turn on the chip light curtain and perform complex operations such as browsing videos or playing curtain games, the soul energy will be obviously depleted, but it will recover quickly, and even the magician can hardly
Perception. As for why this bit of soul energy is consumed, it can be explained as the energy to run the chip, but it can also be explained as... the nutrition needed by the corpse."
Ash felt uncomfortable all over after hearing this, and scratched the back of his neck subconsciously. It was as if everyone had a tube on the back of their neck, and at the other end was a decaying and old corpse. The corpse was absorbing nutrients from the living person every minute.
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"Ouch! So... vomit!" Ronald shuddered, suddenly rushed to the stall and vomited in front of the toilet. He was actually so disgusted that he vomited!
Harvey put down the towel, turned around and looked at them at the sink: "So, are you willing to accept me?"
Now even Igulla couldn't find fault: "Archibald, you are welcome to join."
"Don't worry, I'm still asking for certification." Harvey asked: "You should have a way to unlock the chip, right? If you can't unlock the chip, the so-called jailbreak is just an unfunny joke."
Igulla nodded: "Yes."
"Well, at least the plan has a chance of success. But before I join, you must first sign a contract and agree to my request."
"Necromancer." Igula's voice was cold: "I admit that you brought very interesting information, but it is only interesting. Until now, I have not seen what contribution you can make to the prison escape operation."
Rona patted Ronald on the back to make him feel more comfortable while saying: "You said you can control the corpse as the chip processor, does that mean you can directly change our chip permissions?"
Harvey shook his head: "No, you must use the "Catalogue of Sinners" to modify prisoner permissions. Unless we can cross out our mark from the "Catalogue of Sinners", there is no way we can reduce the chip ban."
"Then what's the use of you?" Igula's expression became more and more unkind.
"Although I cannot reduce our restrictions, I can increase others' restrictions. It is difficult to open shackles, but it is easy to add shackles to others."
Harvey gently stroked his neck with his hand: "The prison guards' chips are also under the jurisdiction of the processor."
