"Pu bang! Pu bang!"

The dead seal fell straight from the air like rain.

Seeing this strange situation, Artemis and the servants of the gods expressed their confusion.

Immediately afterwards, some divine servants were responsible for taking care of the injured and unconscious companions, dozens of them were responsible for continuing to be alert, and then four divine servants were assigned to accompany Artemis to check.

Get close.

"Protocol...Error...Uncorrectable..."

Then I heard the tone of the metal texture of the Death Seal, muttering something, and its body was extremely distorted, like the twitching of a creature when it was dying.

What's going on?

Are these guys trapped in logical errors?

never mind.

Artemis was too lazy to continue thinking about the reason behind this, so he walked forward, raised his left foot and stepped on the dead seal.

Click!

The metal chest cavity is directly crushed, and the limbs and head are broken and scattered.

"Solve the remaining dead marks, so that these gangs of teleportation can return to normal again."

"Abide by the order of the goddess of hunting."

"Sure! Sure!"

As the order was issued, the four divine servants began to efficiently replenish all dead seals.

After resolving the threat from this block and rescuing and evacuating all the captives, a group of "gods" continued to move forward, preparing to join the third assault company of the 2nd Battalion of the Raven Guard, and then headed towards the previous tomb of the undead that used humans to conduct experiments to rescue more arrested compatriots.

Little do they know that it is not only the "downtime" situation in this area, but the entire metropolitan area and even the entire Qimingxing have encountered similar situations.

As for the source of all this, it was actually caused by the plague doctor and Taracin.

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…

Not long ago.

The Earth-center world of the Emperor's Shadow.

This side of the central lawn of the base complex.

Swish!

It represents the blue light ball generated out of thin air during transmission.

After the light ball disappeared, the dark colax teleported here with Zelas and six seriously injured reserves.

And when the moment they saw the return of the primordial body, they had been waiting here for a long time, and the pharmacists with white power armor were immediately forward and rescued the six little brothers lying on the grass.

"This injury is serious and requires amputation on the spot to avoid necrosis of the remaining tissue."

One of the half-squat pharmacists immediately unfolded the electric bone saw on their right arm, and a syringe containing green transparent liquid was extended on the outer edge of their left arm.

Then, the pharmacist first inserted the needle into the body through the corner of the reserve eye and injected a medical nanorobot with stronger power, higher efficiency and "attack power", and then...

"Buzz~!!!"

The noise of the chain's rapid rotation resounded on this lawn.

Electric bone saw... To be honest, it actually has a decomposition position and is more expensive than a department-level chain saw sword... medical equipment.

In theory, you can go to battle to kill enemies, but pharmacists are reluctant to use their "baby tools" to kill bloody aliens and heresy.

I saw that under the control of the pharmacist, the electric bone saw gradually approached the reserve's left forearm, approached... close to...

Scream!

The sharp chain easily cuts the skin, flesh and even bones.

And at the moment the cutting was completed, the previously injected medical nanorobot, combined with the original robot in the reserve body, immediately completed scabs and stop bleeding, and the new meat had even begun to grow.

The reason why the pharmacist amputated the little brother in front of him was that he discovered that the necrotic nanoworm had eroded his left arm, and the little brother suffered serious injuries and had to "abandon the car to protect his coach".

However, the amputation was only temporary. First, the physical condition of the little brother in front of him was stabilized. Then, the pharmacist stood up, released his gravity position, carried it away smoothly, and transferred the reserve to the professional medical room.

Then put it in the Astart exclusive medical warehouse, and it won’t take long to grow the "brand-new" left arm.

And Corax?

After the Primarch handed over the injured to the pharmacist, he activated the teleportation again and instantly flashed back to the plague doctor's laboratory.

"Ah~! It's worthy of being you, a child, it's reliable to do things for a small job! Hurry up! Bring that patient on the stage! I can't wait!"

The first time he returned to the laboratory, Corax heard the unique voice of the doctor, and the anxious words he said.

Just looking at the plague doctor wearing a white robe and white gloves, he was quickly patting the operating table and signaling Corax to put the only piece of Zelas on it.

Not only the plague doctor, but also the "motor oil guy"-like technician, even Tarasin, who looks like a metal skeleton, is wearing a white medical robe, and even a white glove or even a mask, revealing only the hollow eyes emitting a faint green light.

Moreover, what made the Primrose speechless was that Taracin stood opposite the plague doctor, and was also clapping his hands to signal Corax to hurry up.

“…”

Seeing this, Corax only felt a headache.

Having a plague doctor is already "unset". Who knows that the new undead overlord is simply the "metal version" of the plague doctor.

This always gives him a sense of taking care of the elders in his family, and the elders brought him a partner with different personalities, and said, "Child! I'll leave you with my daily life these days!"

“…”

Corax sighed quietly, and then said nothing, slowly stepped forward and placed the only half of Zelas on the operating table.

At the same time, after confirming that the operating table had released a special restrictive position, Corax lifted his static position released by his armor, and then stayed away from the operating table and continued to "watch the show".

From stagnation to imprisonment, Zelas instantly returned to "wake up".

The last moment, it was clearly in its exclusive secret room, and the next moment, it came to the brightly lit and neat human laboratory. The most important thing was that it was watched by a bunch of strange guys!

A great shame and humiliation!

Zelas was furious, but the situation in front of him made his thinking logic deduce the best response, that is, run.

However, when Zelas wanted to get rid of this useless metal body, he found that it would not work at all, just like countless firewalls blocking all the internet...

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During the period when the tomb was revived and occupied control of Qimingxing's sky and orbit, Zelas had confronted the battalion-level artificial intelligence.

The result was that Zelas easily defeated him, allowing it to completely disintegrate the human communications of the Star.

wrong…

From the beginning, Corax was able to release the static position of the Necrotic Technology and bring it here, which shows that there were traitors among them.

"Hey, don't think about anything with your brain that wants to be God... Oh, no, your brain is not called a brain, it should be a logical program, my fault, my fault."

After hearing this familiar tone and tone, Zelas, whose logic was in a certain disorder, noticed that there was a guy among the people watching it...

It's the guy who hates it.

"Taracin the Endless..." Zelas' head twitched, and fireworks and smoke popped out of the gap. It seemed that even if he abandoned his body and lost his soul, the undead overlord still felt extremely angry and said:

"Why do you betray me?"

"Betrayal?" Tarasin pulled off his mask. "If it weren't for your assistance and your selfish desire to become a god, I would have had a long time to rest. How could I collect items everywhere to make up for the endless coldness and emptiness?"

"Ha, you are all on my way to becoming a god..."

"What's the point of becoming a god? Shut up." The plague doctor who had been impatient for a long time interrupted Zelas' arrogant words, and then took out a small bone saw and huge scissors from the black bag, signaling to the technician:

"Quickly, take out that thing, no longer use it, it will expire."

"Yes, doctor."

After being signaled, several technicians left first, but soon pushed the refrigerator with the anti-gravity device installed at the base and returned to the operating table.

A technician unlocked it.

With a sound of Qi~, the cover was moved upward, and the cold air began to condense into small water droplets at room temperature, leaking through the gaps like white mist.

After the technicians completely moved the cover away, everyone finally saw clearly that a body was placed in the refrigerator...

To be precise, it is an artificial body of a humanoid creature without any consciousness and soul.

He is extremely thin, hunched, and has no obvious nose bridge. He does not meet the aesthetics of humans or the Verin tribe. He is comparable to the Titanium Alien, which was exterminated by the coalition government more than a hundred years ago.

In fact, the technicians who accompanied the Crow Guards reversely cracked several undead tombs to obtain information, and also obtained some genetic information for those who feared the dead.

Even though the space undead knew that their bodies had long been destroyed tens of millions of years ago, many nobles and senior officials still had selfish intentions and stored detailed information on their bodies, hoping that one day they could restore their bodies.

Space Necromancers and Human Empire are both physical ceilings of the physical universe, but both sides have their own fields of expertise. If there is a single round of biotechnology, the Human Empire will have confidence to surpass the vast majority, and even the entire universe.

After all, the predecessor of the human empire was Umbrella, a specialist in "playing with" viruses and creating G-glands.

After countless years of experience, the tombs of the undead that were "visited" by the crow guards, the dynasty lacked complete genetic information, but the accompanying technicians still successfully cultivated an unconscious and soul-fearing person through this information.
To be continued...