The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 1 The Mind Flayer
"Praise the diesel oil, praise the supreme mechanical spirit and contemplate the god of steam, let this corpse move like a group of cats!"

Gwen woke up on the operating chair, and with experience let his body calm down as if he was 'dead'. This is not difficult, because he is just a corpse now.Like a refugee chewing dead rats to keep his life alive, he quietly opened his eyes a crack in the gap between death and survival.

This is an operating room... but it's not a modern sterile room, but more like a basement operating room where a drunk medieval doctor anesthetized a patient with a sledgehammer and amputated a limb with a bone saw like a torture tool.A brass machine that burns diesel fuel sits in the stone fireplace, and bookshelves are so overcrowded that more books are stacked on the floor.

The utensils of alchemy were placed on the long table.

Everything is like the scene simulated in Gwen's mind.

Strangely, he now has two minds.A line of thinking is just like 'predicting the future', constantly deriving the story and simulating the scene through the existing clues.But normal thinking does not affect thinking, and one can even think about one's own 'thinking'.

The price is just pain.

It was like a kind of frostbite pain, and my head throbbed with pain.

Gwen endured the pain, and he had already seen the picture of 'If I can't help the pain, how will I die'.

"Oh shit!"

An old voice cursed angrily. It was an old man who looked like a university professor, who was cursing the book roughly in the tone of a dock worker: "The materials are correct... four materials that look similar to the resurrected, regardless of gender... Diesel oil? High-grade black oil... Yuanli? Of course! I used [-]% of my own Yuanli to go in, and there is still no fucking movement!"

He's gone crazy.

People who are not lunatics will not say this to themselves, but it is also possible that it is just a desperate act of college graduates mechanically repeating the sentences in the operation manual when the experimental results are completely wrong.

Gwen hopes it is the latter, because the despair of others is a little more interesting than the madness of others, especially this kind of scum who has lost the bottom line of humanity.

At this time, the old man was facing away from him, which was a good opportunity for a sneak attack.If it wasn't for the scene in Gwen's mind that he was killed by the old man who turned into a devil muscular man yelling, "See the power of the source force" within a second of going up, he might have really gone up.

It's hard to say whether this old thing is human.

Gwen analyzed it from the data I don't know how to get through his own intracranial training. I stepped forward and strangled the opponent's neck, and at the same time, I slammed my knee on the opponent's spine, imagining that Bane broke White Man's back vertebra Ordinarily to break the opponent's spine, but the opponent will be caught by the backhand with the perverted strength of a mid-lane crocodile, thrown on the ground, and Hulk stomps'.

Although my current physical strength should be slightly inferior to that of adult men, if I use this perfect fighting technique from behind, but I am still caught from behind like a chicken and thrown to the ground, it means that the opponent is likely to Not human anymore.

It's superpowers.

Possesses a special power called Yuanli.

Source power...

He chewed these two words, as a time traveler, the desire for supernatural power is natural.But you have to live first.

While waiting for the opportunity, he carefully examined his state.

Looking down with squinted eyes, what I saw was a big hole with bloody flesh.

There was nothing in my chest, no heart.

Although it was something he had foreseen, Gwen still felt his heart tighten after seeing this unreal and supernatural scene—even though he has no heart now.

Just to his left and right were three identical operating chairs, all of which were corpses whose chest cavity had been roughly opened and the heart removed.

The corpses had almost the same face, a handsome and charming face.Fairness does not mean pale, exquisite rather than coquettish, but a very clean and handsome face.If it is from the previous life, it must be a face that can brighten people's mood, a face that even the jealous can't help but caress for a while.

In front of the four operating chairs, in front of the old man dressed like a professor stood a coffin composed of brass gears, levers and a huge transparent crystal, in which a very delicate young girl was sleeping.

It can be said that it is the finished product of the faces of the corpses.

There was also a hole in her chest, but the level of incision was different from the corpses that were treated like garbage.In the chest cavity of this exquisite corpse, in the place where the heart should be, there is a mechanical mechanism inlaid, which glows strangely in orange and red.

At the old man's feet was 'fuel', some kind of red water. After the hearts of the four corpses were drained of their essence through rituals, they were injected into diesel oil, and the diesel oil could be converted into this red water.That is the fuel of that mechanical heart.

Things have become clear.

Gwen, who was still in the state of the corpse, squinted his eyes and sorted out the information at hand:
"This old thing is doing some kind of evil resurrection experiment. By murdering four people who match the face of this female corpse, and using occult rituals, he performed the resurrection technique. But for some reason, there was an accident, maybe it was me, a foreigner. Because of the soul, the resurrection technique did not appear on the female corpse, but on me."

The pain started again.

This time it was from the chest.

"I'm afraid time is running out."

He felt a mysterious power protecting his chest, allowing him to think and "live" even without a heart, just like the heat from a warm stove.But this power is limited after all, it is clearly dissipating reluctantly.

"...Is it because of me that you don't want to dissipate?"

He had this guess in his heart, and had a guess about the source of this power.

It didn't come from the power of the resurrection technique. If the power of the resurrection technique could wake people up and continuously inject the power called source power, the old man wouldn't have to make that mechanical heart.Not to mention, after he was resurrected, the other party didn't even have the thought of looking back.It seems that even if the resurrection technique is wrongly cast, the Wuxin corpse without a heart will not be able to stand up, let alone attack itself.

Then the source of the power becomes obvious.

Gwen tilted her head slightly, looking at her 'companions'.Although the three corpses have almost the same face, their identities and clothes are completely different.Maybe some of them have misbehavior, maybe they have annoying habits and hobbies, but that's not the reason for them to be dissected as experimental subjects.

One of the corpses still had a pair of blue eyes open, and his eyes seemed to be on Gwen, and seemed to be focused on a very far distance.

He seemed to say: Kill him for us, stranger.

Feeling the warm force protecting her empty chest, Gwen closed her eyes naturally: I will kill him, not because of revenge, but because I want to live.

don't want to die.

I don't even want to die with this kind of thing on my back—although revenge is not the main idea, if I can stand on the moral high ground and beat this kind of scum hard, I will naturally feel as happy as drinking a cold drink on a hot day and shrinking in the cold. Get into bed and get some spiritual satisfaction.

Gwen quickly turned around what she should do in her mind:
Sneak up and kill this old thing.

Take the mechanical heart from that female corpse and put it on for yourself. Although I am sorry for this female corpse, who said that it was me who was resurrected instead of you?Equipment is man-made for the living, and soldiers are made up for the living players.

Finally get out of this place, do what all foreigners do for the first time, open your eyes and see the world.

……

Although a bit rudimentary, it is something that must be done now.

To kill this old thing with supernatural power, it must be carefully designed, and it must be fatal in one blow.

The line of thought in his mind has already started to work, sending pictures of simulated sneak attacks into his mind.

The self in the picture tried to attract the opponent by making a sound, and then quickly attacked the opponent's throat cartilage with a single blow, and then slammed into the opponent's biggest weakness as a man with a violent knee blow, and finally struck with both palms its temples.

Normally, a person treated like this might owe Gwen one or two lives.

But this old scumbag is extraordinary. After being hit by such an attack, his personality and dignity were only insulted, and at the same time, he was a little hurt. He turned himself into a headless corpse with a backhand while screaming.

Unintentional people can still live.

There is no good way for the headless to survive at the moment.

The physical endurance of the source force messenger has far exceeded the imagination of normal people.He had to be a little more vicious before he could let him die suddenly.

How about poking the eyes?
…In the simulation, the old man opened his mouth, and an eye actually appeared in his mouth.

Gwen could barely contain the dead body.Although he doesn't know where his simulation-building abilities come from, he just wants to say 'this old thing is not human'.

Although the eyes in this mouth are roughly the opponent's weakness, but judging from the fact that the opponent shows it to himself indifferently, it may not be the weakness that he, who is not a superpower, can hit the pulp with his bare hands.

It seems to be a different way, the damage caused by the physical body is not enough, even though I used these moves in the previous life to successfully knock down some beasts that ordinary people seem unlikely to be knocked down by humans.

As he began to feel anxious about the death countdown in his chest, the simulation in his brain became distraught and distraught.

He looked at the corpses beside him, and suddenly saw a gun holster hanging on the waist of one of the corpses.

A vicious plan of kicking the crotch, poking the eye, and blasting the opponent's mouth and eyes with a single shot slowly emerged.

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　　New book for collection~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)