Whether in the world of gods or mortals, in the world of science and technology, or in the world of fantasy and imagination... playing with human souls is a dangerous thing.
If a person's soul could be transferred without any problems and put into a specific container, it would definitely be a great feat of mechanical ascension.
In fact, the Airanhill Empire doesn't have this ability yet, and maybe it will in the future, but right now... they really don't have this kind of technology that can be described as terrifying.
I barely tried to get it out, but it was the situation in front of me. After less than 10 minutes of stabilization, the newly created "mortal version" of the god puppet began to collapse due to the instability of magic.
This is like injecting a large amount of magical energy into a mortal's body, which will make the other person's body extremely unstable.
The unstable state has been expanding, but no one noticed it at first. The man felt that his body was losing control, and the pain in his body began to become more intense.
He wanted to sit up from his wheelchair, but the pain prevented him from doing this simple action.
This is definitely an uncomfortable moment. The daughter he misses so much is right in front of him, but he can't even stretch out his palm and touch his daughter's cheek.
"You... what did you do to me?" He asked nervously again. He had asked this before, but the meaning of the question was different.
What he wanted to ask before was, "You poured my soul into such a body, what do you want to do?" What he wanted to ask now is, "Are you going to kill me?"
"Quick! Quick! Find a way to stabilize the magic energy in his body." On the other side of the glass, anxious shouts came one after another, which made people feel a little irritated.
It seemed that something really went wrong, something that was beyond the control of these technicians - several staff members in white coats rushed out.
These staff members surrounded the man who had become a puppet and connected wires to his body one after another.
Those originally very beautiful magic runes have now become more shiny and manic. The originally soft lines have begun to deform due to the restlessness of magic energy.
"Over there! Over there! Push that device out! Quick, connect it to him... I want to determine the state of the magic energy in his body." Seeing that the puppet that had fallen to the ground and began to struggle in pain was no longer alive,
Some technicians are already trying to fix this puppet.
"Damn! The core is a little unstable!" When they opened the cover on the puppet's chest, the surrounding staff saw a terrifying scene that was almost the same as the inside of the furnace.
The container that was filled with magical energy and sealed the man's soul was boiling at this moment.
Such an unstable state has almost pronounced this puppet's death sentence. If a miracle does not occur, this puppet will be completely scrapped soon.
"Core? The core is unstable? Damn it! Quick! Stabilize the core! This is the most important thing!" A staff member anxiously gathered around the dying puppet and handed a special wrench to the person in the front row who needed it.
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A female technician suddenly thought of something and asked, "Did you get too excited after seeing your daughter?"
"It's possible! Put down the separation wall quickly! Separate the two of them!" The leading technician used a special wrench in his hand to loosen the two parts in the puppet's body, raised his head and ordered loudly.
"Buzz..." With the sound of the motor turning, a thick black iron door like a rolling shutter door slowly fell from one side of the glass wall, isolating the thick glass wall.
At this time, the girl did not realize that the struggling puppet on the other side of the wall was her father.
She looked helplessly at the officer beside her, and asked doubtfully: "Who is the puppet in there?"
"He is your father! Your reformed father!" The officer knew that it was inhumane to do so, but he still had no intention of keeping silent.
He directly told the little girl the truth about the execution, leaving her unable to react for a while.
Then, she seemed to realize something, rushed towards the half-closed black gate, and knocked on the glass in front of her.
In an instant, her tears fell down, dripping on the glass and sliding down the glass.
She kept tapping the glass in front with her hands, hoping to stop the falling steel partition.
Finally, with extreme despair, she cried and shouted the heart-breaking "Dad! No! Daddy!"
Things were obviously out of everyone's control, and the puppet lying on the ground was gradually losing consciousness.
His body was trembling, and the magical energy in his chest was like a small storm, raging everywhere.
Those originally precision parts, as well as things like computer chips, were all turned into pieces in this storm. There were short-circuit sparks and flying arcs everywhere.
"We failed..." Looking at the puppet's body that was almost completely scrapped in front of him, the leading technician finally threw away the wrench in his hand in despair, sat down beside the puppet in despair, and sighed sadly.
Fortunately, he has not yet reported the success of the experiment. Fortunately, he has not reported such important news to His Majesty the Emperor, who has been waiting for the news.
How disappointed would His Majesty the Emperor be if he knew that there was another problem with this experiment? What should Lord Gurlo do, who is waiting for this experiment to extend his life?
This series of questions made the technical director sitting here a little confused. He didn't even pay attention to the puppet next to him that had started to smoke.
Soon, more cracks appeared in the magic crystal on the head of the puppet. These cracks gathered together and spread like a spider web.
The next second, the girl who was guarding outside the glass window had her entire field of vision blocked by the falling isolation device. She could no longer see the puppet and could no longer hear the sounds inside.
Inside the isolation device, the head of the puppet that fell to the ground shook slightly, and pieces of debris fell from his head to the ground.
The blue magical energy turned into puffs of light smoke, shrouding the magic core that also had cracks.
"I'm in pain..." A vague and hoarse voice came from the gap in the machine, as eerie as a ghost seeking life.
Because the mechanical parts themselves have been damaged, there is no tone or sentences left in the voice. It is just pure bytes, filled with endless pain and resentment.
"I...want...to die..." Although the technicians around him were desperately using some equipment to try to save this poor puppet, or in other words, this poor man.
But these efforts were destined to be in vain, because soon the head of the puppet completely shattered and turned into a pale crystal that had exhausted its energy. It fell to the ground and shattered instantly.
But under the shattered head, the generator was still emitting byte after byte in a weird and terrifying way, as if it was complaining to everyone present: "I... hurt... it hurts!"
After a few more seconds, the strange sound began to become indistinct. The melting and collapsing chest finally cooled down from the boiling state.
Everyone knows what this cooling means - it means that the resonance between the magic energy and the soul has completely disappeared. After the cooling is completed, the soul of the experimental subject participating in the experiment will be completely destroyed.
Yes, he can be confirmed dead in any sense: his original body has long been a bloody mess, spread out on the experimental table like a steak.
The new container that housed his soul has now been completely destroyed. Only the twisted and deformed parts and the warm outer shell are left on the ground.
Outside the glass window, the girl was already sobbing. She beat the glass with all her strength, which was so thick that even bullets might not be able to penetrate it. She cried out for her father like a cuckoo weeping blood.
Unfortunately, no one was destined to answer her call, so she could only vent her despair here.
"The experiment failed...as you wished." The male officer behind her had no intention of comforting her and said, "However, according to the conditions we promised your father, you can get a new life..."
"I can find you a place to settle, and you will get a new identity. As long as you don't break the law, no one will make trouble for you anymore." Seeing that the girl was still shouting the word "father" over and over again, the male officer continued.
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"I don't want those things! I just want my dad! As long as he can come back!" The girl finally sat slumped on the ground, her crying look no longer aristocratic.
"Actually, if your father does not participate in this experiment, he will be hanged on the execution ground today...so..." The officer did not comfort the woman, so he could only persuade him with a straight man. What he said was the truth, but
To other people's ears, it actually sounds like a slap in the face.
"..." Sure enough, the girl was finally overwhelmed and fainted. The officer sighed, shook his head, walked over, picked up the girl, and returned to the room where the girl was held.
For him, the mission is over.
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A door was pushed open from the outside. William held a stack of data files with an ugly expression and walked to Frunzberg's bedside.
He put down the books and papers and muttered the results of the experiment in the deepest voice: "Teacher, unfortunately, the latest experiment... we failed again."
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