Chapter 971

Chapter 971

My Empire Chapter 971

2020-11-03

Chapter 971 973 The process of despair

Along with despair, those voices still reverberate in the darkness.

And these voices are getting denser and clearer, seeming to tell the collapsed experimental body that he is still alive, and that he still has the hope of persevering.

Just when the man's soul was about to lose consciousness due to the struggle, these voices began to become coherent: "It is possible that after entering the container, many of the senses will also be lost. For example, the sense of taste... ...will be completely lost..."

"At the same time, there is also the related desire to eat. This is all mentioned in the report of Frenzberg's experiment..." At this moment, he has You can tell if the words were spoken by a man or a woman, and even hear some accents.

"Then what's the difference between him and a vegetative person?" So he also stopped struggling, and just stopped in place, listening to the voices of the gods who Sovereign his destiny.

He swore that if a voice said at this time, "Let's kill him, he's useless", he would thank that voice from the bottom of his heart.

As for his daughter? Go to his mother's daughter! Not to mention that he was sent to Demon Realm to condolence to those soldiers, even if he was sent to Demon Race to visit Demon Race soldiers, he would never make such a stupid choice again.

Yes, if you give him another chance to choose, he will definitely choose to die immediately, whether it is hanged or shot, no matter what, it doesn't matter, he is already not in. .

What he cares about now is that he can die immediately-death is really a luxury for him now...

"I can hear you Talk! What are you talking about?" He made the craziest cry, but no one seemed to be able to hear his hoarse cry.

"He's shaking slightly...which means he should be able to hear us...he can hear! Really can hear!" The voices that were far away and didn't know in what direction, It is still continuing according to the content of its own dialogue.

In the darkness, he heard someone shouting excitedly again, as if he could hear the sound, it was a great thing.

This really made him a little bit didn't know whether to cry or laugh, these people are not torturing him, but really giving him a chance to live again?

In desperation, he regained hope, and he was even a little moved. Just when he wanted to say something, he heard those voices, and someone said: "My God... so, at least half of our experiment has been successful!"

"Heavenly God bless!" A woman's voice even brought a cry, which made him unable to bear it. Want to shed tears.

It's a pity that he has no tears to shed, and even at this time he realizes that he has no way to find where his eyes are...

Without any reference, he I don't know if my arm exists or not, and I don't know if my hand can touch the position of my eyes. He couldn't even confirm whether he was really able to control his hand.

"I still..." Just as he was talking, he suddenly found a light in front of his eyes. For him who was used to the darkness, it was like seeing endless hope.

He struggled to get closer to the beam, and then he saw a circle of technicians and engineers around his bed.

In the beginning, it was a picture, and then countless pictures were superimposed together, and finally it became a three-dimensional real scene with some subtle changes.

At this time, he saw these people around him, with a happy expression on his face.

He tried to open his mouth, like a baby learns to speak, and the next second, he heard an unfamiliar voice: "I..."

"Okay! He's learning to control his pronunciation... that's great!" a technician said with satisfaction, overlooking his own masterpiece: "We've finally made it!"

"Ah..." Because the voice was too unfamiliar, the man lying on the experimental table wasn't even sure if he was talking just now. So he snorted again, and found that his voice became full of hoarseness and mechanical edges.

"You... what have you done to me?" The man felt the pain in his body, the pain in the depth of one's soul. It seems that every time he moves, he will be tortured millions of times, bitten by countless ants, whipped by countless leather whips...

He tried to stand up, but found that an arm suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't know whose arm it was, because he saw strange metal materials and various ornate magical inscriptions on this arm.

The inscriptions are really pretty, and even shimmer, representing the magical light blue.

However, he didn't have the time to observe these now. He wanted to sit up, so he waved his hands hard, hoping to find a decent support point.

Suddenly, he realized something. With the consciousness that had already begun to disorder, he controlled his hands and stopped in front of his eyes.

Then he saw his hands, which were full of metal parts and carved with various inscriptions...

"This is not my hand..." He began to speak fluently, obviously his spirit strength, or his soul, had begun to adapt to this new body.

"It's not my hand! Where's my hand? Where's my hand?" he shouted, sitting up from the "operating table" where he was sitting.

Because of the force, he even ripped off a belt attached to his waist. Next, he saw his legs, which were also a pair of rune-carved, mechanical legs.

"You took my legs too... took them away?" He looked at his legs dully, muttered these words, and then suddenly realized something, and lowered his head Deeper, he observed his own body.

Once upon a time he was a fair, slightly fat fatty. After all, he used to be a rich nobleman, so his figure was not very bright.

However, after being arrested for collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, he lost a lot of weight and had some scars on his body. But he still didn't expect that he would like that imperfect body so much.

The body in front of him is full of mechanical and magical inscriptions. He can even see some parts moving little by little, replacing his previous organs, driving the magic energy in the body to run.

However, even if this is a perfect body, it is not made of flesh and blood! How could he accept that such a terrifying body replaced his own?

"I'm going to change back... I'm going to change back..." The man struggled to stand up, but his legs were unsteady, and they clung to each other all of a sudden.

He fell heavily to the ground, and his delicate, expensive body hit the concrete floor with a dull peng sound.

"Calm down! Your daughter is already on her way!" A technician stepped forward and helped the man who fell to the ground.

On the other side, there are still many wires attached to the man. At the end of the wires, a technician tapped twice on the keyboard in front of him, very self-consciously using the power of this very successful experimental body. value, reduced to half of normal.

He didn't want this broken-looking experimental subject to make a scene in the laboratory, eventually causing a series of hurtful incidents.

"What have you done to me? What have you... done to me?" The man roared over and over again, banging on the ground, not knowing whether he was venting or destroying this one of his own. terrifying body.

"Actually, we have changed you a body! A body that can make you almost immortal!" An experimenter excitedly explained the man: "There is no disease, no aging! You can always be like this! Live..."

In fact, standing in this laboratory, more than half of the experimenters were thinking about the simple task of extending Gurlo's life.

What makes them excited, what makes them tremble, what makes them tremble, what makes them so crazy is actually a bigger and more distant goal. Whether it is magician or mortal, they are tirelessly pursuing the great goal-"eternal life".

This is an infinite temptation for human beings. To live forever is the lifelong pursuit of countless people!

Because of this, the people in this laboratory feel that they are completing one of the greatest experiments in human history. As long as this experiment is completed, mankind can embark on an unprecedented path.

A great "road" called Mechanical Ascension that they didn't know yet, but Chris had known about for a long time.

"Hope, when you see your daughter, you can have a better image!" A technician helped the "mortal version of the god puppet" lying on the ground and spoke persuaded.

Hearing the word "daughter", the man finally calmed down somewhat. He has gone through suffer untold hardships, although he has given up in the middle, but now the most painful time has passed... So, his daughter, come to him That said, back to a more important position.

"My whole body hurts... Is there any way..." The man who was helped to a wheelchair and had become a puppet finally asked in his unique, hoarse voice. .

"This pain will last for a period of time, maybe ten days, maybe thirty days... In short, you will not be too comfortable recently." The lead technician answered, and then started Arrange the subordinates to check whether the status of the puppet is stable now. ►

I don’t want to delay any longer, so I have to stay up late to make up the update, everyone will come back tomorrow morning, at least one update will be made.

(end of this chapter)