"Praise the diesel, praise the supreme mechanical spirit, visualize the steam god, and let these corpses move like a group of cats!"
Gwen woke up on the operating chair and calmed down his body with experience. This was not difficult because he was just a corpse now. He was like a refugee chewing a dead mouse to maintain his life.
In the gap between death and survival, I quietly opened my eyes.
This is an operating room... but it is not a modern sterile room, but more like a drunken medieval doctor who anesthetized the patient with a sledgehammer and then used a torture-like bone saw to amputate the patient's limbs in the basement operating room. In the stone fireplace
There were brass machines burning diesel, and the bookshelves were so packed with books that more books were piled on the floor.
The alchemical utensils were placed on the long table.
Everything was just like the scene simulated in Gwen's mind.
The wonderful thing is that he now has two minds. One mind is like 'predicting the future', constantly deducing stories and simulating scenes through existing clues. But normal thinking does not affect his thinking, and he can even think about his own.
'think'.
The price is just pain.
It was like a kind of frostbite pain, with throbbing pain in the head.
Gwen endured the pain, and he had already seen the picture of how he would die if he could not bear the pain.
"Oh shit!"
An old voice cursed angrily. It was an old man who looked like a university professor who was rudely insulting the book in a dockworker's tone: "The material is correct... four materials that look similar to the resurrected, regardless of gender... Diesel?
Top-grade black oil...source power? Of course! I used 90% of my source power and went in, and there was no fucking movement at all!"
He has gone crazy.
People who are not crazy would not say this to themselves, but it is possible that it is just a desperate act of a university graduate who mechanically repeats the sentences in the operation manual when the experimental results are completely wrong.
Gwen hoped it was the latter, because the despair of others was more interesting than the madness of others, especially this kind of scum who had lost the bottom line of humanity.
At this time, the old man's back was facing him, which was a good opportunity for a sneak attack. If Shang hadn't simulated it in his mind, he would have been turned into a devil muscleman for a second by the old man shouting, "See the power of Yuan Li".
If he did the scene, he might actually fall in love with it.
It's hard to say whether this old thing is a human being.
Through her own intracranial training, Gwen analyzed the data she didn't know how to obtain. "I stepped forward to strangle the opponent's neck, and at the same time hit the opponent's spine with a knee, imagining Bain breaking the white-headed man's back vertebrae.
Normally, if you try to break the opponent's spine, you will be caught backhand by the opponent with the abnormal strength of the mid laner Crocodile Man, thrown to the ground, and given a Hulk stomp.
Although his current physical strength should be slightly inferior to that of an adult male, if he uses such perfect fighting skills from behind, but is still grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground like a chicken, it means that the opponent is likely to
Not a human being anymore.
He is a person with super powers.
Possessing a special power called source power.
Source power...
He chewed on these two words. As a time traveler, the desire for supernatural power is natural. But he must survive first.
While waiting for the opportunity, he carefully examined his status.
Looking down with squinted eyes, what he saw was a large hole filled with blood and flesh.
There is nothing in his chest, no heart.
Although it was something he had foreseen, but seeing this unrealistic and supernatural scene, Gwen still felt his heart tightening - although he had no heart at the moment.
To his left and right were three identical operating chairs, all of which contained corpses whose chests had been roughly opened and their hearts taken out.
The corpses have almost identical faces, a handsome and charming face. Fairness does not mean pale, and exquisiteness does not mean coquettish. It is a very clean and handsome face. If you look at the past life, it must be a face that can make people feel bright.
, is a face that even the jealous can’t help but caress about.
In front of four operating chairs, the old man dressed like a professor stood vertically in front of a coffin composed of brass gears, levers and a huge transparent crystal. Sleeping in the coffin was an extremely beautiful girl.
It can be said that it is the finished product of the faces of the corpses.
There was also a hole in her chest, but the degree of detail of the wound was different from that of corpses that were treated like garbage. In the chest cavity of this exquisite corpse, where the heart should have been, there was a mechanical device embedded in it.
The mechanism shines with strange orange and red light.
There was 'fuel' at the old man's feet, some kind of red water. After the hearts of their four corpses were drained of their essence through a ritual, and then injected into the diesel, the diesel could be converted into this kind of red water. That is,
The fuel for that mechanical heart.
Things have become clear.
Gwen, who remained in the state of a corpse, squinted her eyes and sorted out the information at hand:
"This old guy is doing some kind of cruel resurrection experiment. By murdering four people who match the appearance of this female corpse, and using occult rituals, he performs resurrection techniques. But for some reason something unexpected happened. Maybe it's because of me, a stranger.
Because of the soul, the resurrection technique did not appear on the female corpse, but appeared on me."
The pain started to bother me again.
This time it came from the chest.
"I'm afraid time is running out."
He felt a mysterious power protecting his chest, allowing him to think and live without a heart, just like the heat emanating from a warm stove. But this power eventually
There is a limit, and it is clearly and reluctantly dissipating.
"...Is it because of me that you don't want to dissipate?"
He had this speculation in his mind and the source of this power.
It does not come from the power of resurrection. If the power of resurrection can wake people up and continuously inject the power called source power, the old man will not have to make the mechanical heart. Not to mention resurrecting himself.
Finally, the opponent showed no intention of even looking back. It seemed that he was determined that even if the resurrection spell was performed incorrectly, the heartless body of the Heartless Man would not be able to stand up, let alone attack him.
Then the source of power is obvious.
Gwen tilted her head slightly and looked at her 'companions'. Although the three corpses had almost the same face, their identities and clothes were completely different. Maybe some of them had bad conduct, maybe they had disgusting habits.
Hobby, but it is not the reason why they were cut open and used as experimental subjects.
One of the corpses still had a pair of blue eyes open, and his gaze seemed to fall on Gwen, and it seemed that the focus was extremely far away.
He seemed to be saying: Kill him for us, stranger.
Gwen felt the warm power protecting her empty chest, and closed her eyes naturally: I will kill him, not because of revenge, but because I want to live.
Don't want to die.
I don't even want to die with this kind of thing on my back - although revenge is not the main idea, if I can stand on the moral high ground and beat this kind of scum hard, I will naturally feel as happy as drinking a cold drink on a hot day or shrinking in a cold day.
When you get into bed, you will feel a certain amount of spiritual satisfaction.
Gwen's mind quickly turned around what she should do:
Sneak attack and kill this old guy.
Wrestle the mechanical heart from the female corpse and install it on yourself. Although I feel sorry for the female corpse, who said it was me who was resurrected instead of you? Equipment is made for the living, and soldiers are for the living.
Complemented by players.
Finally get out of this place, do what all strangers do for the first time, open your eyes and see the world.
…
Although it is a bit crude, it is something that must be done now.
To kill this old man with supernatural powers, precise design is required and a fatal blow is required.
The thinking thread in his mind has begun to operate, and pictures of simulated sneak attacks are transmitted into his mind.
The self in the picture tried to attract the opponent by making noises, and then quickly struck the opponent's throat cartilage with one strike, then struck the opponent with his knee on the opponent's biggest weakness as a man, and finally struck hard with both palms.
Its temples.
Normally, if a person is treated like this, he may owe Gwen one or two lives.
But this old scumbag is extraordinary. After being attacked like this, his personality and dignity were only insulted, and he was a little hurt. With a backhand while screaming, he turned himself into a headless corpse.
People who don't care can still live.
At present, there is no good way for the headless man to survive.
The physical endurance of the Origin Envoy has far exceeded the imagination of normal people. He must be more vicious before he can die suddenly.
How about poking your eyes?
...In the simulation, the old man opened his mouth, and an eye actually appeared in his mouth.
Gwen could barely control his corpse state. Although he didn't know where his simulation construction ability came from, he just wanted to say, 'This old thing is really not a human being.'
Although the eyes in this mouth are roughly the opponent's weakness, but judging from the fact that the opponent shows it to me without any care, I am afraid it is not a weakness that I, who is not a superpower, can hit with my bare hands.
It seems that I have to find another way, and the damage caused to it through the physical body is not enough, even if I have used these moves in my previous life to successfully knock down some beasts that ordinary people think are unlikely to be defeated by humans.
As he began to feel anxious about the death countdown on his chest, the simulation in his mind also became distracted and disorganized.
He looked at the corpses next to him and suddenly saw a gun holster hanging on the waist of one of the corpses.
An extremely vicious plan of kicking the crotch, poking the eyes, and then blowing out the eyes in the opponent's mouth slowly emerged.
