Looking at the blurry pool of flesh and blood, the faint red mist rose again, and the broken bones were spliced together inch by inch, everyone felt a little suffocated.
"What should I do?!" Yueguang shouted, "No matter how hard I beat him, I can't kill him!
"I have no spiritual power!"
Everyone looked at Sean and Alicia.
Both of them looked solemn.
Although there were some unexpected circumstances in the original assassination plan, it was almost carried out to the siege stage.
However, I really didn't expect Franken's body to be so weird.
A truly immortal body.
At this point, Alicia was already considering whether to use the Philosopher's Stone.
Although Rabbi Lins is not in Ocean City at the moment, he will still have a weak feeling after using the Philosopher's Stone.
Once used, the previous disguise will become invalid...
The "wing-cutting plan" before slaughtering the lion came to an abrupt end.
"The Philosopher's Stone cannot be used," Alicia bit her teeth, "and there is no other external power that can be invoked..."
The extremely thoughtful female chess player had no choice at this time.
At this moment, Sean is completely immersed in his own thinking world and archive space.
The picture of thinking is fixed in the underground tunnel.
That giant flesh centipede made up of countless upper bodies.
Weird things called "ignorant beings".
Sean, who was standing in the Shengen space, pinched his chin and frowned: "If Franken's research and experiments are to create this body that is like a miracle..."
In the tunnel, centipedes clinging to the earth walls and rotten crocodile skulls looked at me and drooled...
"So, what's the research significance of creating something like this?"
A highly concentrated moment, one second in the outside world, is equivalent to one minute in the archive.
Pacing gently: "It's like taking various dolls apart and then putting them back together again..."
It takes a lot of effort to create weird custom-made items...
If it's just out of personal vulgarity, this is not consistent with the behavior pattern of an efficient scholar.
"For what exactly?"
The word custom-made items gave Sean an idea.
"Customized items?"
"To please a certain being?"
Sean felt as if electricity was flowing through his body: "Yes! He did those things to please some kind of existence!"
"What kind of existence would like something that is sick, twisted, and gives people nightmares?"
As if it had passed through a dangerous shoal, the boat of reasoning began to swim down the river: "The evil god with a twisted mind!"
The bronze pillar symbolizing the faith of the "Mother of the Black Sheep" and the totem on the experimental table flashed before my eyes.
“Those things were made to please the corrupt God of Fertility, the Black Sheep Mother who governs life forms, reproduction and fusion!
"So..." Sean on the outside looked at his teammates using sizable firepower to prevent Franken's unstoppable recovery with a hint of fatigue.
"Did the Black Sheep Mother give him such power?"
Sean frowned.
The reasoning is in the right direction, but the conclusion is not deep enough.
Something was wrong, very wrong.
Where is it?
Outside, Sean's eyes began to glance around, looking at the broken marble statues, furniture, and glass.
Something is wrong...
Sean raised his head suddenly: "I know!"
His thoughts were instantly connected, and part of his mind was still flipping through old newspapers in order to piece together the truth. He walked up to Alicia and pulled aside the female chess player who had been deep in thought but slightly anxious: "I probably know it is What's going on?"
The sound of concentrated firepower drowned out their conversation, and Alicia looked at Sean in confusion.
"I have made a mistake before..." Sean remembered the "Emerald Necklace Incident" that happened on the Bronze Giant. "In that mistake, I once regarded a controlled undead as a 'mysterious legacy' Let’s look at it, so all the strategies and treatments are deviated and not right!
Alicia's eyes returned to calmness and she nodded: "If there is a problem with the 'hypothesis', then the 'conclusion' will be terribly wrong."
Sean nodded sharply and said quickly: "I think I made the same mistake again this time, but this time I completely changed it -"
"What do you mean?" The female chess player narrowed her eyes, her cat pupils shining brightly.
"This time, we treat a 'mysterious legacy' as a human being!"
Alicia was stunned for half a second, thinking of all the things that happened to Franken, and suddenly understood what Sean meant. It was like looking at an optical illusion painting from a different angle and seeing a completely different picture.
The Franken in front of him is not a human being, but a mysterious legacy!
Like those broken marble statues and furniture, it is an artifact.
Because only utensils can be broken and reinstalled.
They have no function of carrying the soul and are not responsible for the fate of the soul.
The human body, as the container of the soul, cannot achieve such an effect.
The difference is that the furniture was just ordinary objects, while Franken was a "mysterious legacy."
"This is still wrong..." Although she understood what Sean meant, Alicia still frowned, "If this thing in front of you is a mysterious legacy, then who is Dr. Franken?"
Sean's eyes were focused: "You got the point right...
"Dr. Franken is in the mansion, but he exists in the mansion in a very strange way."
At this time, despite the less powerful firepower of the team, the "Franken" in front of him had almost recovered.
"Sean, I believe in your insight and reasoning..." Facing Franken, Alicia maintained a hand gesture as if she was about to pick up a chess piece, "But now, we have an unsolvable problem..."
Franken has recovered again and shows no sign of decline.
Alicia gritted her teeth: "To kill him, we need an army..."
Sean's eyes were cold: "I have one."
While Sean was thinking about it, Mr. Wuyou quietly withdrew from the battle.
He entered the laboratory as quickly as possible, jumped from the waste window, and found the "non-humans" who were worshiping.
"As I said..." The two divine feathers were activated, as if the gods were coming, "The day of redemption is today."
People gathered in front of him devoutly, and Mr. Wuyou said in a steady and solemn voice: "My people, do you know who is the culprit for what you are like today?
"That's the devil named Franken who is far behind the 'Window of the Past Life'." He pointed to the abandoned window leading to the mansion.
"He is the source of all evil,
"Franken is the source of evil?" Non-people began to discuss, "Is it Franken?"
After being brainwashed by underground religion, they only remember to atone for their sins and get a chance to enter the "River of Salvation"...
But they forgot who really made them become like this.
“God is punishing you because he is angry with you because of your sin.
“Today is the day of redemption.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the blame must be settled.”
"As long as you tear it up and eat Franken...
"Sin Yan will be eliminated."
Sin Yan will be eliminated...
In a sense, this underground god was not lying.
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Thoughts on writing:
Re-reading the last few chapters, I feel that some parts seem complicated, both in terms of writing and arrangement, and long-term reading may cause fatigue.
Complicated language is not good language. Good language should be concise and profound.
In the same way, a complicated plot is not a good plot. Therefore, I will try my best to simplify my writing in the future.
During the adjustment process, you will inevitably be affected by your habits, so change slowly.
