Chapter 506 The Transformation Ceremony of the Crusaders
"No. 133, the ceremony is over."
Listening to the loud report of the shaman apprentice, Wayne Dunlop, who was standing on the observation platform of the ceremony hall, tapped the record book with the pen in his hand and said: "Open the ceremony cabin."
A dozen believers were divided into two groups, one on the left and one on the right, and came to a "coffin" made of granite.
They first put on special air filter masks, then lined up in two lines, grabbed the iron rope on the coffin stone lid, shouted slogans, and pulled the chain back hard.
Seeing the sarcophagus being pulled open little by little, the shaman apprentice responsible for commanding the scene swallowed nervously and shouted loudly: "Guards prepare!"
Dozens of heavily armed warriors, holding large shields and spears, formed an airtight shield wall and aimed their arrows at the slowly opening sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus was first opened with a three-centimeter gap, and light gray smoke floated out from inside and quickly dissipated.
Along with the harsh friction sound of stone slabs, the gap quickly expanded to half a meter in size. Looking from above, one could clearly see that the coffin was filled with thick black liquid.
These liquids seem to be alive, rolling, flowing and swirling in the closed space.
As the gap becomes larger and larger, the liquid in the coffin flows faster and faster, and more and more smoke escapes.
A slender brown palm slowly rose out of the black liquid, followed by a forearm as solid as wood wax. Finally, a male elf face with a long scar on his right eye slowly emerged from the black liquid.
Emerge slowly.
Under everyone's surprised gaze, an elf with gray-brown skin and no hair on his body slowly sat up from the sarcophagus.
Wayne Dunlop looked at the experimental results under the high platform, raised his eyebrows and whispered: "This is really rare, this time it is actually a dark elf..."
This dark elf male was shaking his groggy head and coughing loudly, with light black liquid still flowing from the corners of his mouth.
The shaman apprentice walked behind the shield wall and shouted to the other party: "Say your name and identity!"
Looking at the group of people in front of him, the dark elf lowered his head and looked at his body in a daze for a moment, then whispered: "My name is Ackerman, and I volunteer to become a member of the Holy Army, for the glory of the sons of the gods.
And fight.”
The shaman apprentice opened the record book and saw this paragraph clearly written on it.
"Ackerman Xiaokuola, twenty-seven years old, leader of the Red Branch Chapter, voluntarily gave up his family name and private wealth. Crusader transformation ceremony number 133. Physical condition before the ceremony: no hidden diseases, no obvious talents, has been vaccinated
"Fire Breath" power. Strength evaluation: normal level; agility evaluation: slightly stronger than ordinary people; intelligence evaluation..."
After asking Ackerman some more questions to make sure that the other person's mind was normal, the shaman apprentice raised his head, looked at Wayne Dunlop on the high platform, and asked: "Mr. Dunlop, can you conduct the following test?"
"Okay, go ahead."
Ackerman, who was completely naked, first walked to the middle of a pile of dumbbells under the guidance of the shaman apprentice and began a series of strength tests.
Later, the shaman apprentice wrote on the record board: "The maximum snatch weight is 77 kilograms, which is rated as slightly stronger than ordinary people."
Next, is the weapons test.
Ackerman walked through a row of weapon racks and finally selected a simple hunting bow.
He nocked an arrow and drew the bow, and heard a sound of breaking through the air. The arrow Ackerman shot penetrated the heavy arrow stack and penetrated deeply into the stone wall.
The shaman apprentice in charge of recording looked at the dark elf in front of him in surprise. But the scene that happened next left him completely stunned.
I saw the second arrow Ackerman shot, accurately piercing the tail of the first arrow, dividing it into two; the third arrow, piercing the tail of the second arrow, dividing it equally again
the two halves; the fourth root, the fifth root, the sixth root...
As if by magic, Ackerman shot all but one of the arrows in his quiver in the blink of an eye, and on the wall a hundred meters away, a tree made of split arrows appeared.
flower".
The pen and paper in the hands of the apprentice shaman fell to the ground, and he said to himself: "I am not dreaming about this kind of archery..."
Ackerman took out the last arrow and gently wiped the arrow with the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The front end of the arrow was suddenly wrapped in a ball of purple flame.
With the sound of the bow string exploding, the arrow with a green-purple flame drew a brilliant tail flame in the air. The moment it hit the wall, a ball of fire exploded that was so bright that it made people ignore it.
Accompanied by violent explosions and burning sounds, the place where the arrow stack existed turned into a blazing purgatory, with nothing left anymore.
Everyone in the ceremony hall looked at the scene in shock, and the huge space suddenly became silent.
Ackerman slowly put down the bow and arrow in his hand, looked at his hands, and said to himself sadly: "If... if at that time, I could have such an ability, Casper would not die like that in front of my eyes.
.”
While recording every detail of the experiment, Wayne Dunlop said to the group of dazed people around him: "Take No. 133 to the military camp and pay attention to the dark elves' food taboos and environmental allergens. Also, clean the place as soon as possible.
, prepare for the conversion ceremony of the 134th Crusader.”
Seeing everyone busy with what they were doing, Wayne turned around and returned to his room, translating the experimental records and writing notes.
"The Tyrant's reanimation experiment (people here like to call it the Crusader Transformation Ceremony) has reached No. 133. The experimental statistics are as follows."
"Among the 133 experimenters, 4 had already died physiologically before the ceremony ended; although 11 people completed the transformation ceremony, their nerve centers were damaged to varying degrees, showing dementia, forgetfulness, rage, and even...
Self-mutilation requires special means to deal with it.』
"The remaining 118 experimental subjects showed great success in diversity! Among them, 32 experimental subjects were transformed into orcs, 25 experimental subjects were transformed into werewolves, and 19 experimental subjects were transformed into elves (including light elves and dark elves)
Two types), 13 experimental subjects were transformed into minotaurs, 15 experimental subjects were transformed into lizardmen, 7 experimental subjects were transformed into harpies, and 3 experimental subjects were transformed into gorgon...』
"These titles all come from the mouth of the Holy King, but I have to say that they sound simple, easy to understand, and very vivid."
"Let's talk about the classification of the results of the transformation ritual."
"118 survivors gave birth to transformed bodies of more than ten races. This seems to be random and traceless, but I can still summarize some patterns from it."
"According to my inference, in the gene pool inside our body, human genes occupy an absolutely dominant position, perhaps as high as more than 90%. The remaining 10% or even less of the genes belong to non-human genes.
Human genes.』
"The Tyrant Virus, a substance that attacks and devours human genes, selects the alien gene body with the largest number of remaining non-human genes for assembly and replication."
"Let me give you an example. If a person's body contains 90% human genes, 5% orc genes, 2% werewolf genes, and 1% elf genes... then the tyrant will choose the orc genes as the target of replication and conduct experiments.
The body transforms into an orc form.』
"Psychic bacteria play a very important auxiliary role in the transformation process. If an experimental subject with dominant orc genes is injected with strength-enhancing bacteria before transformation, then after he is transformed into an orc, he will be better than others of the same kind.
Stronger and bigger. If an elf is injected with the fire breath ability before transformation, he will be able to use a series of fire-related abilities more conveniently and have extremely high fire resistance."
"The problem now is that we don't know what the transformation result of the experimental subject will be before the transformation ceremony. This results in great restrictions on selecting abilities for the experimental subject before the transformation ceremony."
"For example, metal skin is an extremely powerful ability. If used on orcs or werewolves, it can turn their bones into hard metal, making them indestructible. But if this ability is given to elves,
A severe allergic reaction will occur. Due to the presence of metal skeletons in the body of the experimental subject, elemental powers such as fire, lightning, and frost will cause severe disorders, eventually leading to the death of the elf."
"About the results of injecting Sutherland archaea into experimental subjects..."
As he wrote this, Wayne Dunlop frowned deeply. He hesitated for a moment, then tore off the page with this line of writing and placed it directly on the candlelight and burned it to ashes.