Chapter 777: Wanting to save more people than killing them
Albert was shocked: "Did Hong Xiang finally rebel?"
Strangely enough, he was not surprised by this...
Instead, there is a feeling of "it's true" and "he finally did it".
After all, Albert's sponsor was the Count of Leipzig, and he had more or less indirect contact with the red phase - of course, he would not dare to have direct contact.
He himself is not good at talking, and Hong Xiang is famous for his irritable and eccentric personality. If he accidentally offends Hong Xiang, he might become a blood slave in the Red Castle.
Others will care about his talent - after all, Albert is not only the second youngest fourth-level transcendent in Star Antimony, but also a talented inventor and an excellent disaster splicer. He is very likely to become
The vice-principal of the Ziggurat will take over as the next Black Prime Minister.
...But only Hong Xiang will not be afraid of him.
Albert even heard that a member of the royal family once angered him and was sucked dry by him on the spot.
This matter was considered a secret, and later the royal family held a funeral on the grounds that he "died of illness." But even so, no one dared to question him... This was a story told to him personally by the Count of Leipzig.
The "Red Phase" in the words of the Count of Leipzig is a willful, arrogant and self-centered person.
He doesn't care about anything but his own enjoyment, and he doesn't even look down on his own children.
He is like an overbearing old man with great status in his family. He always criticizes anything he doesn't like - but the problem is that he doesn't seem to like everything, and he often says "back when Xing Antimony founded the country"
This kind of talk of relying on the old and betraying the old.
Because of this, Albert did not dare to meet Hong at all.
But now...the old man finally dissatisfied with the king and decided to replace him?
"The former King Alfonso Valentin, also known as 'Valentin VII', was convicted of seven crimes including murder, leaking secrets, treason, and selling cultural relics.
He was tried by Qi and ordered to withdraw from the throne, not enter the king's tomb, and remove the surname 'Valentine'. All relevant persons involved in the case have been arrested..."
Aurora recited news reports.
Traitor? Cultural relics? What are these?
Albert frowned and rolled his head curiously in his schoolgirl's arms: "What about the new king?"
Why is it still called "Hong Xiang" in the news?
"It's His Highness Lucien."
"he?"
Albert's head was full of distrust: "He can't even memorize the Type 13 compound equation. I'm afraid he can only refine a petrochemical potion... At this level, can he inherit the position of Valentine?"
If he can, then so can I! Everyone can!
Albert whispered in his heart.
"Red support."
Aurora commented simply.
"...Tsk."
Albert smacked his lips, feeling very unhappy.
If only someone could bring bad luck to Hong Xiang, he thought.
Although he is considered a faction of the Earl of Leipzig, he can barely be considered a direct descendant of the Red Sect. In fact, he is not in any danger this time, and is even a little happy...
But Albert was still a little unhappy - mainly because he felt that the new king was not smart enough or powerful enough.
At least Seventh Life is a fifth-level equalizer!
Albert is not yet at the fifth energy level, so he is convinced.
He shook his head and rolled his neck, and was hugged tightly by Aurora who was worried about him jumping down.
"What do the people say?"
Albert was a little worried: "Will there be a civil war?"
"The common people don't seem to care much about who the new king is. They care more about prices and bread."
Aurora replied.
...and indeed.
Albert shook his head up and down.
The common people may at most be surprised that the first-generation Hong Xiang suddenly appeared again after not appearing again for so many years.
"Did it go well?"
"It went pretty smoothly..."
The two chatted and soon returned to Albert's laboratory.
In the messy laboratory, white printing paper was scattered everywhere. Jar after jar of organs were pressed on it, and the sound of a vacuum machine humming in the room.
——In a large ceremony stage in the middle of the laboratory, a real monster is restrained.
Two rings of light bound it up and down, making it float in mid-air.
It was a huge ball of flesh - its densely packed arms stretched out, fluttering in the wind like seaweed in the water.
Some of those arms were thick, some were slender; some were men's, some were women's... It looked like they had chopped off dozens of people's arms and inserted them all into this meat ball.
It seemed to sense Albert's presence, and immediately became excited from a still state, and the arms that were naturally curled up suddenly opened up - like a flower blooming in an instant.
Aurora blinked: "It?"
"Well, my latest masterpiece!"
Albert walked over and shook hands with it happily: "I named it Thousand-Hand God. This is No. 117, so it is Thousand-Hand God-117."
"What does it do?"
"It can be used to grow hands. It doesn't have any twilight power, so it's not powerful enough, but it can be used for transplantation."
As Albert spoke, his right hand that was shaking hands suddenly exerted force and ripped off one of his arms.
He raised his white and warm arm and handed it to Aurora like a treasure.
But Aurora still held his head. She just freed up a hand, lightly touched the skin of the arm, felt its elasticity and warmth, and then withdrew her hand.
"I have thought before that necromancy can be used to help disabled people obtain their missing limbs. Or it can also help people who want to have extra limbs fulfill their wishes."
Albert said enthusiastically: "But if you customize limbs for people individually through precision carving... the cost would be too high. So I invented it, which can grow hands of various thicknesses and lengths. By then people will
You can find a limb that you like, then remove it and reattach it."
"...How does it grow? What do we need to feed it?"
Aurora became slightly interested in it. Although there were many strange little junks invented by Albert, she felt that this one was valuable.
"This is also very simple."
Albert said as he picked up a box of white mice sealed with preservation techniques from the side.
If this was an ordinary box, they would probably have starved to death or suffocated to death. But the preservation spell has this miraculous effect. Even if a creature is packed in a box, it can survive for a long time.
Albert's headless body casually opened the seal on the box, then lifted them up and dumped the mice towards the "Thousand-Handed God" like dumping garbage.
The "Thousand-Handed God" instinctively stretched out his hand and caught each falling mouse as easily as a ball. Then they retracted their arms - and only then did Aurora notice that the strength of each of their arms
There were ferocious rotating sharp teeth underneath, and the white mice were stuffed into their mouths and chewed.
Aurora laughed inexplicably.
Albert asked with some confusion, and then Aurora explained her strange smile:
"Like a pineapple with many hands."
The girl pointed at it and said.
And when she pointed to the Thousand-Hand God, the Thousand-Hand God stretched out his hand to her from afar.
"I have set it up so that it only eats living creatures that are small enough. The limit is within ten centimeters in diameter to prevent attacks on humans. If it is larger than this, it will stretch out its hand to show friendship, and it will also make it easier to check its arms.
their various indicators.”
Albert said proudly: "With this thing, I no longer have to worry about someone needing amputation! Later I can make some more 'centipede gods' so that people in wheelchairs can walk! Even if
If someone wanted a second or even third pair of arms, at least they wouldn't have to use them from a living person!
"I didn't make the Centipede God at first because I was worried that it would slip away on its own. The Thousand-Hand God can be controlled a lot...I got some dumbbells for them, and they would keep trying to catch heavy objects and try to lift them. I'm not in the laboratory.
You can also play with yourself when you are young.”
"Senior, that's amazing."
Aurora hugged Albert's head tightly and said sincerely.
Albert's always sad face finally showed a smile.
His body came over, helped his head hold his glasses, and then boasted to his elementary school girl: "I plan to make a dead soul that can automatically generate a liver - in principle, it should be possible. I know there is a place
The undead can slowly generate a large number of 'eyes' on their own, and some can also generate a large number of 'mouths'.
"So, I think there might be an undead soul whose belly is full of liver... In that case, maybe demonologists won't kill innocent people indiscriminately."
Among human body materials, the most frequently used parts are the eyeball, penis, bones and liver. Among them, the penis needs to be dried and preserved, the bones need to be shaved and dried, and the eyeballs can be preserved for a long time if directly soaked in the preservation solution. But only
The liver must be whole and fresh...
Because the amount used each time is "one serving", the price of liver is the most expensive of all human materials on the black market. If it is slightly damaged, the ritual effect will be lost.
For the sake of huge profits, some urban hunters who do not have the skills to preserve organs will kill them on the spot. They will directly capture the people and let professional surgeons remove the livers.
——If we had this thing, maybe there wouldn’t be so many people dying. Albert thought.
Compared with the simple "Thousand-Handed God" and "Hundred-legged God", undead beings that can replicate their own livers and eyeballs are more difficult to make. The cost will be increased by an unknown number of times, and there may not necessarily be a market for them.
But if you can make something like this... it must be enough to defect to Avalon.
I heard that doctors in Avalon have completed a liver transplant.
Coupled with this technology, he can save many people again.
——Only more people than he killed in another world line.
Albert thought to himself.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door in his laboratory.
"Excuse me...is this here, senior?"
A hesitant voice came from outside the door.
"Um."
Aurora said, and whispered to Albert: "My junior high school student. The new transfer...get to know Aleister."
She is said to be a junior, but in fact she is essentially a disciple whom she is asked to help guide.
The ziggurat is a popular place for arrogance, emphasizing the idea of "whoever wants to go, I won't go anyway". Most instructors are reluctant to lead students.
In meetings, the silence is like a classroom where the teacher asks, "Who understands, please come up to the stage and speak." It often has to be delayed until the end by the vice-principal to name and assign tasks.
The newly transferred transfer students naturally settled here in Aurora.
After all, Aurora is also at the fourth level...talent cannot be left idle.
Some teachers themselves do not have the fourth level.
After all, she has not graduated, so in name she can only be regarded as taking care of her younger classmates - naturally, there is no salary.
But it seemed that because of Aleister, Aurora seemed to be quite interested in her, so much so that she wanted to bring her over to show Albert. So she guided the school girl over in some way.
Aurora ran all the way, held Albert's head and opened the door.
"morning."
Aurora simply said hello: "Have you slept well?"
Looking at the finger held in the hand of the little girl at the door, Albert suddenly realized.
Oh, it turned out to be Aurora's finger guiding the way.
As for what the girl looked like, he didn't bother to look. Generally speaking, she seemed to have long, light blond curly hair - in short, just remember the hairstyle.
And the somewhat timid Christina saw the expressionless senior sister open the door, holding a dead head in her arms.
Behind her stood a headless man quietly, and behind the man was an extremely terrifying monster with various blood-stained arms. There were various arms and severed limbs scattered in the corner, half of them
Half of the body was placed all over the floor, with arms inserted all over it. Jars after jars of organs were placed eerily in every corner of the table...
The whole room was full of arms, arms, arms, arms...
Complete arm, half arm, clean arm, bloody arm...
"Yo."
Albert felt that he should say hello, so he suddenly said coldly.
Christina rolled her eyes and fainted.
"She didn't sleep well."
Aurora watched with regret as she lay down on the ground with a thud, lowered her head and whispered to the head in her arms.
