In the holy city of Frankfurt, an unimaginable disaster is spreading.
At first, it was just a hazy silvery mist slowly spreading out from the chimney of the dome cathedral. People didn't understand what this meant.
However, after just over half an hour, some people began to feel that their bodies began to feel strange.
Just like when the potion is too cold during infusion, something cold begins to flow in the blood vessels. When you press it gently with your finger, you can feel as if there are some frosted particles rolling in the blood vessels.
Just after people began to realize that something was wrong, the grainy feeling suddenly became extremely obvious. The cold, grainy thing that looked like fine snow began to suck blood and expand, causing severe pain like tearing blood vessels.
Just with the naked eye, you can see the veins bulging from your skin, as if there are snakes and insects rolling under the skin.
Some people were in so much pain that they could not speak, and there were also some people rolling on the ground.
Some people thought that this was Saint Laurent's punishment for his impiety, and they knelt down and groaned and begged Saint Laurent for forgiveness, but this did nothing to relieve his pain.
At this moment, the door of the Dome Cathedral suddenly opened.
In people's expectant eyes, some humanoid monsters wearing bloody robes staggered out of the domed cathedral.
——It is not an exaggeration to say that they are monsters.
True, their bodies are human.
However, the smell and taste are definitely not something humans can possess.
A strange thing visible to the naked eye lingered around them - it was a dirty silvery gray, more like water that had been put into silver paint than a color like mercury.
What is more intuitive is the huge wounds on their bodies.
The translucent wound that penetrated directly from the chest, the wound that separated the trachea from the throat, the wound that tore the clothes on the chest like the claws of a wild beast, and the wound that cut more than half of the abdomen open horizontally like a waist cut. They
The only thing they have in common is that the parts above their necks are intact without any injuries.
If it were a human being, it would be a wound that would completely kill them - an incredible wound. If it appeared on the body of a saint, it could probably be called a stigmata.
Their movements are slightly stiff, as if they have just learned to walk. But the scary thing is that as time goes by, their proficiency in movement is rapidly improving at an unimaginable speed.
They can learn to walk by just taking a few steps; they can stand naturally by just shaking their heads stiffly from side to side. Their expressions become natural at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the clots in their blood vessels have been melted by blood.
However, even if they have limited mobility, the thick and cold ominous feeling projected on them is enough to make people frightened.
That's not the look of a predator, nor the look of a madman. It's just an ordinary, godless look like a mechanical creation. But just by being looked at by that look, one's soul will be subdued and the body will be frozen.
The illusion——
...Or, that is not an illusion.
Those who had felt chills in their bodies and dilated blood vessels quickly calmed down. Their blood vessels gradually calmed down, and dark purple lines like frostbite emerged along the blood vessels, crawling out ferocious lines on the skin.
But as the lines emerged, the expressions of those people suddenly calmed down.
No, it's not so much calm as dead silence.
Their eyes were as calm as dead people, watching helplessly as the monsters gradually mastered their bodies and walked towards them, but they seemed to be frozen and showed no reaction.
Accompanied by slight and dull sounds, dirty silver-gray blood flowers flew in the air.
Their hearts were dug out, or their chests were penetrated, and they fell straight down.
If death is not immediate, it will always take a few seconds after receiving fatal injuries before death occurs.
Although they seemed so indifferent to their own life and death, their hearts were full of doubts.
Why?
Why did I suddenly not want to resist?
No...it's not so much that he doesn't want to resist, but rather that his mind is subdued by some higher cold thinking. The flesh-and-blood brain turns into a computing machine, providing power for its calculations. In order to ensure efficiency, other than that
Thoughts are blocked.
As their rationality gradually faded, a mechanically rigorous and steel-cold will simply stated in their brains: "My name is Victor. From now on, your brains are mine."
."
"If one day you can be liberated from this system, you can take revenge on me. You can cut my throat with a knife, slice me into countless pieces of meat, smash me into mincemeat with a sledgehammer, or smash me into minced meat with a sledgehammer.
The pliers crush my bones bit by bit - whatever you want to do is fine. But now, I want to deprive you of your right to think, deprive you of your right to die, and deprive you of your right to live."
"From now on, you will turn into a gray plague. Infect more people with your blood, spread eastward, march north - turn all the people you see into the same kind, multiply, spread, and turn into many
."
"If I want to give you walking zombies a name...just think of yourselves as disasters. Of course, I will still retain the level of consciousness for you to realize who you are, what you are doing, and how you want to do it.
.What I have taken away is just the energy for your random thoughts...or, in other words, the energy for resting and questioning."
"Finally, you must remember that you are immortal. You must remember that you are immortal now - even if your head is cut off and your heart is cut open, your body can still move at will. But the premise is that protection
Protect your heads. Protect the heads you use to think—"
"——Otherwise, I will kill you myself."
As the plain man's voice gradually faded away, a vast amount of knowledge poured into their brains.
However, this knowledge is extremely rigid and does not have any ability to understand and apply. It is just the knowledge itself. In other words, even the experience of understanding and application has been converted into words and entered into their brains. And they are responsible for
It just determines the scope of retrieval of a complex project, accurately locates relevant knowledge from a given scope, associates multiple keywords and puts forward hypotheses, verifies whether a certain possibility is correct, and verifies other processes.
Whether it is running normally and so on is just one step in the complex process.
Each person is responsible for only one step. Just like an assembly line, each person is responsible for a very simple link that can be completed with only one search. In this way, only one thought is enough to complete the incomparable task.
Complex design.
At the same time, undead, bloodstain syndrome, negative energy, Kakarit, funeral chants...the process of how they became what they are now, really emerged in their minds without reservation.
As the black lines gradually dissipated, these people stood up expressionlessly and marched slowly and neatly toward the east and north.
Their faces were emotionless, and their eyes were only lifeless gray like plaster.
