What is plasma No. 8? This is a name that is prohibited by the official media and is also a noun that will not appear in all educational textbooks. Plasma No. 8 is only a word of mouth between professors and students, and only exists in the secret laboratory of the military. People who have heard of this name in the universe may not have one of a thousand people.
Plasma 8 is very evil. It is no longer verified who invented this crimson stimulant. But people know that as long as you inject plasma 8, it will be the beginning of a hell that is worse than death.
This stimulant can make people's strength soar in a short period of time and can numb the human pain-sensing nerves. That is to say, you will become a super warrior who does not know how tired or how painful it is.
But this kind of plasma has a very terrible side effect, that is, the injector will become zombie after the effect of the medicine is over. That's right, it is the zombie in film and television works. For zombies, scientists have their own definitions. In fact, zombies are not purely dead people, but more like a form of life that has been in a state of dying for a long time.
You can imagine that a person cannot survive or die. He is in a state of dying for a long time and is completely controlled by bloodthirsty impulse. How terrible it is to attack any living creature.
Xue Shan personally experienced the terrifying taste. "Luckily, I didn't become a zombie, but I was blessed in disguise. I suddenly realized that at that moment, I broke through..." Yes, the breakthrough that Xue Shan mentioned is to become a mortal who can realize the existence of source energy and start trying to use this magical energy.
"But surprise was only a moment. I then discovered that my talent was to understand the soul of the deceased. I could even manipulate the dead body for a short time..." The more Xue Shan recalled, the more his body trembled. The scene at that time still made him shudder.
At this time, Wuchang was stunned. This was the first time someone explained the mysterious undead spell to him. This extremely rare talent was difficult to find traces in even the three holy empires. Today, Wuchang was caught by him. This was really an eye-opener.
"When the No. 8 plasma came on, the hunter's crazy attack was suppressed. Just now you also saw how the living dead attacked. This terrible combat mode, let alone the strength of combat power, can already shock the morale of the strongest enemy with such disgusting tactics..."
"Actually, the hunters were scared away. They had the courage to fight against humans, but they did not have the courage to fight against zombies. They did not launch an attack for four hours..." At this time, Xue Shan was already shaking like a sieve, and his pupils were a little dissipated, which proved that what he saw in his eyes now was just the scene in his memory.
"When four hours later... wuwu... four hours later, when the hunter attacked again, I... I have successfully pieced together eight living dead people with corpses, which are what you call biochemical warriors..."
"Wuwuwu...I'm sorry to those dead people. Even if they were the corpse of the enemy, they were also humans. How could I do such a thing..." Xue Shan cried heartbroken at that moment.
The story later became much simpler. Eight biochemical warriors with a strength of seven stages were almost fatal to the morale of the hunters. Xue Shan, the acting battalion commander, actually guarded the snowy mountain. Three hundred barrels of mitril silver were transported away by fast spy spacecraft one after another.
When Xue Shan took a military landing craft to leave the snow mountain, there were only 18 brothers around him. He heard that he was right, there were only 18 "people". Even if those brothers who had injected plasma were abandoned on the position even if they did not die.
"At that moment, looking down from the high sky, the entire mountain position was already bright red. From one day I had a nickname of "Blood Mountain", which was nicknamed "Blood Mountain" and healed my whole life..."
Wuchang listened quietly to Xue Shan’s story and said the most disgusting part. Even Wuchang could no longer bear it. He opened a bottle of strong wine from Xue Shan’s wine cabinet and ate several sips.
"What happened later?" Wuchang asked.
"You can figure out what happened in the future with your butt. That was the most critical moment for Emperor Guangwu to counterattack. Can he not use my talent with such a terrifying intent? Since then, my career has been smooth, and I even became the commander-in-chief of the counterattack army..."
"But that's just my superficial identity. In fact, my other identity is to help the Horsehead Empire form a biochemical army. So far, more than a thousand biochemical people have been successfully manufactured by my hands. These are all mature products... Let me tell you clearly, the biochemical people you see on the left bank paradise star is my own hands, and that is already a very perfect masterpiece..."
Wuchang was stunned for a moment. He never expected that the blood shadow with a gray face was created by Xue Shan. It seemed that the blood shadow appeared on the left bank heaven star for sure.
"You just said that there are 1,000 successful products, so what kind of products are considered successful?" Wuchang asked nervously.
"Hahaha..." Xue Shan smiled like Ye Xiao. "There are too many unsuccessful products behind you. At most, they can survive for three months, and then they will be crazy and completely out of control by humans... To create a thousand successful biochemical warriors, at least 20,000 failures will occur. This is the base, the totally inevitable cardinality..."
Wuchang has nothing to say. Wuchang has been completely disappointed with this shit-like horse-headed empire. If there is one thing he will never regret in his life, it is to leave this shit-like country.
"Guangwu asked you to create a biochemical warrior, and at least you would give you an official position as the commander of the counterattack army. At least you can still live in the sun. How could you get under Ye Mei's men and you were pressed under the water? You were too failed, right?" Wuchang's inadvertent question made Xue Shan furious at that time.
"It's not you... it's not because of you! I'm slandering you as a hunter's spy in the media, but that was Guangwu forced me, so what can I do? It's just to vent my anger for you, it's because of you, I was suppressed in this tamsui cabin. Ye Mei said that I must make ten successful products before I can let me come out..."
"Grandma, are you a successful biochemical warrior a clay man? You can have as many as you want?" Xue Shan suddenly became extremely excited. He had lost his mind and rushed towards Wuchang.
"Calm down..." Wuchang's iron fist hit his stomach again, and Xue Shan bent down deeply like cooked shrimps. But then Wuchang felt a little apologized. Xue Shan is over fifty years old, and it is really pitiful to mix like this.
"Please... take me away, I beg you..." Xue Shan covered his appetite and actually knelt in front of Wuchang. "I can't stand it anymore, I really can't stand it anymore. Do you know, Ye Mei hasn't sent anyone to replenish me for a long time. The pork chop was my last food just now. I'm afraid I can only eat the corpse for the next meal..."
Wuchang looked at the white hair that emerged from Xue Shan's hair, and suddenly felt a little sad. If what Xue Shan said was true, this person's life would be really bitter enough. For a moment, Wuchang's compassion broke out again incurred in irreparable attacks.
"You get up first, let's think of a solution together..."
Facts have proved that human wisdom is infinite. Although there is no diving equipment here, Xue Shan does not have the awesome ability to hold back his breath as much as Wuchang. But living people will not let urine die. All the spirits in Xue Shan’s wine cabinet are emptied. The cork seals the bottle mouth to protect the air inside, and hollow metal tubes are connected one by one. This is a simple life jacket and oxygen cylinder.
There are equipment in the underwater laboratory, so there is no problem in making such simple tools. Moreover, the air in a row of ten wine bottles can indeed make Xue Shan persist for a while. But another problem arises. Because Xue Shan has been immersed in the research of undead spells for many years, the strength of the warrior has declined a lot. Now it is estimated that it is already the limit to be able to maintain the second level.
But outside is a deep water area with an average depth of nearly 60 meters. How could Xue Shan hold on with such a strong water pressure? In the end, Xue Shan solved this problem himself.
"Impermanence, don't worry, I have this..." After saying that, he took out a long needle tube from the cabinet, with half of the dark red liquid inside.
"This is the No. 8 plasma. As long as I inject it, I can at least improve the strength of a fourth-stage warrior. I think there is no problem to resist water pressure in a short period of time..."
Wuchang felt disgusted when he looked at the dark red liquid, but the evil demon in Wuchang's spiritual consciousness became excited, "Oh! What a pure dark power, there must be a lot of dark attribute drugs in it. Wuchang, please help me, I need this kind of dark power to supplement the most..."
"Fuck, did you let me inject such a disgusting thing? I will never touch it in my life, so you will stop that delusion... But don't worry, when you have the chance, I will help you search for some dark-attribute medicinal materials. We won't touch such a disgusting thing..." Wuchang persuaded him for a long time before he shut up.
The watertight compartment started to be filled with water again. Behind the glass compartment was the horror laboratory where Xue Shan was imprisoned for a whole year. At this time, Xue Shan didn't dare to look back at all, because there was hell.
Behind Xue Shan, the surviving dead people seemed to realize something, and their emotions began to become a little impatient. Their originally had no emotions actually showed a hint of reluctance, and they stared at Xue Shan and Wuchang's backs.
"I'm sorry, children, please don't blame me, I can only abandon you... I'm sorry, I disturbed your death process, I'm sorry I pulled you back from the gates of hell. This shit-like cruel world is a hell that is more terrible than death. Perhaps only death is the best reward for you..."
Xue Shan cried with tears on his face. He suddenly pressed the remote control in his hand. The automatic weapons in the laboratory suddenly opened fire. All the remaining dead were knocked down by the dense rain of bullets and finally returned to the embrace of death.
"Wuwuwu...Wuchang, do you know? They are not evil, they are just a group of children, their minds are always in childhood, and their dependence on the maker and controller is like children's attachment to their parents...ahwuwuwu..."
"The evil one is us, we makers, and the evil one is this cruel society... What kind of universe is this? This is hell..."
Xue Shan cried so hard that he was heartbroken. Finally, when cold water flooded his chest, he suddenly stabbed the needle into his chest, and the dark red plasma was injected into the heart.