Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Max opened his eyes, turned over and sat up from the bed, and then tried several chest expansion exercises, and found that there was no familiar pain coming from his back. It seemed that the wound caused by the whip had basically healed. It's right.

Mother Jenner did not go out to the farm early this morning, but instead waited by the fireplace in the living room for Max to go out together.

"How is it? The wound on your back..." Jenna asked with concern, "Do you want to ask your superior for a leave and take a few more days of rest, after all, you have just finished..."

Max put on the patrol uniform that was ironed neatly last night and hung on the wall, interrupting his mother's nagging, "Mom, don't worry, today is the first day I went to the police department to take up my post. Look at me Is it so arrogant enough to wear this uniform?”

Jenna walked up to him and reorganized the collar, unbuttoned the misaligned buttons again, "Of course my son is arrogant. You will be a person who eats public food in the future. God bless you, I never thought of it. One day…”

Max gently hugged his mother with both hands and kissed her weather-beaten cheeks.

"Okay, mom, can I take the leather boots beside me? I want to wash my face first."

Jenna walked to the door and picked up the leather boots she had washed repeatedly last night, with a complicated look.

There is only one leather boot...

She turned her head slightly and looked at her son who was bent down to rub his face hard in front of the wooden basin, her tall and strong body, and... a mechanical prosthetic leg with a brass-colored metallic luster and a strange pattern on the surface.

Jenner still remembers the night before, when Max was carried back on a stretcher by several black soldiers, she lifted up the sheet covering her son and felt when she saw this metal prosthetic leg.

Max was sawed off his originally deformed calf and replaced it with a metal prosthetic leg. Jenna collapsed and cried bitterly on the spot. She couldn't imagine how cruel her son was treated at that time.

"Mom, don't worry, I didn't suffer any torture. Lord Egno of the medical hospital anesthetize me and relieve pain. Lord... Lord Lord, I personally replaced me with a brand new mechanical prosthesis..."

Jenner still remembers the crazy admiration on Max's face at that time and his constant murmuring and repeating words: "I am no longer a waste, and no one will call me cripple Mike..."

...

Yurio got up early one morning, picked up his luggage he had packed in advance last night, and hugged and said goodbye to the soldiers who returned to the dormitory early after the morning exercises.

Yes, he was transferred again.

After less than two months of working in the Defense Army, he received a transfer order issued by the Lord himself, from the Political Commissar of the Defense Army to the Superintendent of the Police Department.

"I said, everyone, don't just keep your face down? I just moved from the camp to the administrative area. I can also come back to visit you from time to time. You can also come out to find me during holidays."

"Sir Yurio, I heard you were demoted to patrol captain? Why? We all think you did a good job in the defense army..." A veteran who spoke indifferently couldn't help but complain loudly.

Yurio quickly hugged his shoulder and covered his slutty mouth.

"What are you talking nonsense? I am promoted to the Superintendent of the Police Department! Do you understand the value of this, and you will be at the same level as the battalion commander in the future!"

The veteran whose mouth and nose were covered by him flushed, and he rolled his eyes and struggled hard, and then Yurio let him go.

"Sir Yurio...my mother...do you know that your mechanical iron arm is almost crushing my shoulders and head!"

Yurio was stunned in place for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that he had just used two hands...two hands!

Why I didn't feel anything at all? It's like this is what it should be, as if... I've never been cut off my arm...

He subconsciously looked at his newly equipped mechanical prosthesis, and with a thought, his arm slightly raised, and the metal palm flexibly led his fingers to clench his fist.

Lord Lord did not break his promise. He really fulfilled his promise and restored my broken limbs to the same as before... Although it was done in the form of a mechanical arm, this was no different from my original real arm.

Even... stronger and more powerful.

Now even if the evil orc who cut off his arm stood in front of him, Yurio was fully sure and punched the opponent's head directly.

...

Yurio quickly returned home, threw the luggage he brought out of the barracks inside the house, and immediately turned around and rushed to the newly built police hall.

As soon as I walked to the gate of the police hall, I saw another lucky man who had undergone a broken limb reconstitution surgery with him from afar - Max Anton.

The other party also noticed Yurio's figure with sharp eyes, waved his hand excitedly, and greeted him loudly.

"Mr. Yurio! Hi! We arrived at the same time." Max tried hard to trot and met Yurio and entered the police hall together.

Who knew that he seemed not very comfortable with the mechanical prosthetic leg without shoes. He kicked it gently and rushed forward like lightning. His body could not maintain balance immediately and staggered a few times with difficulty. Later, he finally fell into a mess and ate his shit.

Yurio resisted the hilarious urge, stepped forward and helped him up, and patted the dust stained on his new uniform for him.

"After the operation is completed, have you not listened to Lord Harvey's advice carefully? Before you fully adapt to this...uh, don't do too violent movements, as it will cause you to be injured unexpectedly."

Max grinned and showed his white teeth, he laughed and said, "I was careless. The power and speed of this leg burst out are too powerful..." He looked at the left and right and quietly came to Yurio. He whispered in his ear, "Last night, while there was no one, I actually jumped directly from the first floor to the roof with one leg... God."

Yurio frowned slightly, just about to remind him not to be too arrogant.

A cold and calm voice suddenly came from his ears, "Are you two performing acrobatics at the gate of the Police Hall? Get in!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

He was their interim chief, Mr. Asdarren, the chief advisor to Lord Lord.

The two of them immediately shrugged, closed their mouths and followed them into the police hall in disgrace.

The lobby on the first floor was empty, and several trainee police officers who came to work earlier than them were standing in a row against the wall, and no one dared to chat casually.

Mr. Asdaren looks different from General Reiner. He is famous for his old-fashioned personality and bad temper. His whole body is wrapped in terrible mechanical armor. His crystal eyeballs shining with crimson light are embedded on the metal head. It doesn't seem easy to mess with.

A disabled soldier who had undergone limb reconstitution surgery with them that night did not arrive on time today because he was a terrible disabled wounded person who was hit by an evil orc with a knife from his shoulder, and his entire arm and part of his shoulder blade were broken. Therefore, after undergoing a full-sided prosthetic limb transplant with scapula, it takes longer to recuperate.

Asdaren coughed lightly, causing the sounding parts inside the alchemy instrument to make a rather funny creaking sound, but no one dared to laugh out loud on the spot.

"You thirty people are the first batch of police officers trained by the Territory Police Department in the future."

"In the next month, you will need to be on duty on time every day and receive special police training. During this process, unqualified people will be removed from the team. Only those who pass will have the opportunity to serve the Lord and the people of the territory. "" ""

"Report!" someone shouted loudly with his hands raised.

Asdaren chuckled, "Huh? Do you understand this reporting process of the army? Are you a veteran?"

"Yes, sir, I am a member of the sharpshooter team before the reform." He touched the back of his head with a little embarrassed expression and raised his right palm with three broken fingers, "May I ask sir, I'm like this... I can really do it Join the Police Department and participate in the assessment training? I..."

Asdaren waved his hand and interrupted him, pulling Yurio and Max, who were standing aside, and ordering them to roll up their trousers and sleeves.

"You can see it yourself! You can also come up and touch it with your own hands and let them show it to you."

Everyone standing against the wall immediately burst into a burst of amazement.

Several people couldn't help but walk up, either holding Yurio's heavy and strong iron arm, or squatting down to observe Max's brass-colored mechanical leg.

"All people who are included in the police department's post list, as long as they are unfortunately disabled, have the opportunity to transplant some powerful metal prosthetics like them." Asdaren raised the volume slightly and announced loudly to everyone.

"And, your broken limb transplant surgery was done by Lord Lord himself."