Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 224
And right below the "iron maiden", there is a Japanese warrior wearing a "big armor" sitting kneeling, his hands resting on his knees, his head is bowed, and a knife rest is placed on the front of him. Simple samurai sword.

"I thought that there would be more people who could come here." The samurai said in a deep voice.

"I thought there would be more people who could come here..." Complicated echoes came from all directions... No, no, this is not an echo, but the flesh and blood that made up this huge dome repeating his words Words are the voices of men, women, old people and children, howling and weeping... They are struggling desperately, but they can't break free... They can only repeat what the person said over and over again, as if Like a puppet controlled by him.

"Who are you?" Ke Lan asked, he had already picked up the gun in his hand, and put the opponent's head in the center of the aiming target.

"I'm... from the Arasaka family... No, that's just a ridiculous identity, a worm that relies on the weak body of a human being to survive... And today, I will get rid of all of this."

"And today, I will get rid of all of this..." The voices of the countless victims were still repeating every word he said.

"You can call me Ziyan." The samurai grabbed the knife and stood up.

"He is the... hiss... patriarch of the Arasaka family, the highest... hiss... controller of the consortium... and the leader of the six samurai... hiss... Ziyan..." Victoria said to Ke Lan said.

"In other words, this is the BOSS..." Ke Lan slightly pressed the trigger, "Oh...he may not be the BOSS, the thing in the iron coffin is the real trouble."

"No... hiss... he's just... hiss... the stuff inside... hiss..." Victoria shook her head slowly.

At this time, Zi Yan took a step forward, and Ke Lan saw that his back was also filled with that kind of fleshy hose, which connected him, the "iron maiden" above his head, and the entire Flesh Dome. They are all connected together... They are a whole, and Ziyan is only a small part of this whole.

"Then he should be counted as the 'brain' of this thing, right? I don't know if the situation will get out of control if he is killed." Ke Lan took a deep breath and pressed his right index finger down a little more. He could already feel the sense of blockage from the trigger, which was a real "trigger to fire", as long as he added the slightest force, the bullet in the gun chamber would be fired immediately.

"But keep him alive... things... will only get worse..." The damage to Victoria's sound-generating device seemed to be getting better. Although her speech was still intermittent, the harsh electrical noise disappeared.

It's just that the volume is much lower than before.

Ke Lan noticed that her prosthetic limb was trembling slightly. This was not because of a malfunction, but a sign that the power accumulated inside the machine had reached its limit and was about to explode.

"Unexpectedly, the task of solving the final boss will fall on the investigation team..." Ke Lan smiled self-deprecatingly.

Maybe Victoria herself didn't expect things to develop to this point, but Ke Lan didn't. The purpose was very clear from the beginning - he came to the East Ninth District just for the voice in the back of his mind, this voice There was an irresistible magic in it, guiding him to this place step by step.

Ke Lan felt like a moth to a flame...or a drug addict addicted to drugs, that was an instinct engraved in his bone marrow...

But until now, he hasn't noticed any hostility from the "Iron Maiden". The hostility comes from the guy called "Zi Yan" in front of him, but his will and that thing's will are not unified.

Victoria was wrong, and Zi Yan was also wrong. He and the "Iron Maiden" are two completely unrelated individuals. He is still the human being with a weak body and dying.

This idiot, did he really think that by inserting a few tubes into his back, he would be able to integrate himself with the prehistoric species?

Ke Lan pulled the trigger.

The roaring warhead instantly covered a distance of [-] meters, shattered the magnificently crafted armor that had no actual protective effect, tore apart Ziyan's skin and muscles, and opened a hole on his forehead. A hole about two centimeters in diameter was formed.

Afterwards, Ziyan's entire head exploded under the terrifying internal pressure, gray-white brains and bright red blood spilled on the ground, and there were also finely patterned armor fragments made of precious metals mixed inside.

"Bang."

The katana slipped from his hand, and the headless corpse froze in place, unable to take a second step.

"I am a god...I am a great god...I will not die...I can't possibly die..." Zi Yan's final roar was released through those flesh and blood, but soon, his remaining consciousness completely dissipated Now, the roaring sound gradually weakened, and the consciousness that was controlled by him was completely liberated——

"Save me...help me..."

"It's so painful...I'm so painful..."

"Kill me!...Please kill me...let me go..."

"Ah...ah...!!"

"Woo... help me... please..."

……

All kinds of screams and howls beat Ke Lan's eardrums and nerves like a huge collapsed wave. Those came from the consciousness of the victims who were regarded as "sacrifices". "Virgin"...

"I can not be reconciled!"

An angry growl overwhelmed all the wailing, and under the incredulous eyes of Ke Lan and Victoria, Ziyan, who had lost his head, slowly bent down and picked up the samurai sword that had fallen on the ground.

"He... is still alive...?"

"No, it's not Ziyan who is alive, Ziyan is dead, his brain has been smashed... It is another consciousness that controls his corpse, and that consciousness comes from there." Ke Lan raised his head and looked at The "Iron Maiden" hanging in mid-air.

"I don't know how to explain this phenomenon to you..." Ke Lan continued, "In the Chinese supernatural novels of the old era, some people who died in vain would turn into ghosts that killed people because of their deep obsession... ...The thing in front of me is probably similar to a ghost..."

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" Victoria didn't ask any more, replaced by the roar of the large-caliber hunting pistol in her hand, those bullets opened bowl-sized blood holes on Zi Yan's body, but Each blood hole lasted no more than half a second—the substances transported from the meat tube could repair the wound on Zi Yan's body almost in an instant.

Victoria quickly emptied one of the magazines, and then, like a sharp arrow off the string, she went straight to Zi Yan——to the "Iron Maiden" directly above him.

Only by destroying the things inside can all this be ended!

(End of this chapter)