Player Reload

In the garbage dump in the east of the city, the battle between two extraordinary beings has come to an end.

The muddy surface was soaked with red, green or yellow blood, and the broken limbs and damaged remains of various biological creations were covered with garbage mountains, like purgatory.

Among the biochemical creations, there are also elite units such as refining demons, bone demons, and war mad demons.

He holds a heavy battle ax and hammer in his hand, carries an anti-tank rocket launcher on his shoulder, and is covered in thick metal armor imbued with black magic.

This armor is immune to rifle bullets and can even refract, deflect, and weaken tank shells.

Such an army of demons, even if placed on a modern battlefield, is enough to change the outcome of a local battle.

But here, their endings all lead to death.

"Hiss."

Frankenstein lay in the garbage, coughing up blood with every breath he took. His body was covered with deep sword marks, and his stomach was cut open, exposing his elastic internal organs.

Gou Chen stepped on Frankenstein's leg with one foot, leaned forward, looked down at him, observed the muscle twitching on the latter's face, and said calmly: "How many times do I have to kill you before you are willing to die in peace? ”

"Hoo"

Frankenstein didn't know whether he was breathing or taunting Gou Chen. He just stared straight at the young man in front of him, and the corners of his cut mouth tried to raise, and squeezed out a slight arc.

"boring."

Gou Chen held the dagger in his backhand, thrust it straight into Frankenstein's eye socket, twisted and twisted it, and crushed the eyeball together with the brain below.

Frankenstein fell into silence. After a few seconds, his destroyed brain gradually recovered and his eyeballs grew back.

This ability is called "phylactery", and only those powerful spellcasters who have extensive knowledge of occultism and necromancy know how to make phylacteries.

They will completely separate their souls from their bodies and store them in a phylactery, thus becoming a lich - the phylactery can be any object, a brick, a doll, a pen.

As long as the phylactery is not destroyed, the lich will be immortal. Even if it is killed, it can be resurrected immediately.

"The prerequisite for becoming a lich is to have a soul that is powerful enough to withstand the damage caused during stripping. Players must be at least level 30 and have both intelligence and perception attributes above 20 points to meet the conditions.

A dark magician of Voldemort's level would have to give up his hair and nose to use his phylactery to complete his resurrection. You are far from qualified. "

Gou Chen squinted his eyes and said: "Also, ordinary lichs will appear around the phylactery every time they are resurrected, but you are resurrected on the same spot. This is not normal.

You must have used some kind of expensive prop to forcefully renew your life.

Let me guess, cut off part of the soul, permanently change the personality, or sacrifice a blood relative? It's really, really sad. "

While talking, Gouchen killed Frankenstein again, cut off his head entirely, and chopped it into pieces.

Frankenstein's head seemed to be slowly completing regeneration, and he grinned weakly, "At least, I'm still me. I'm not a lonely ghost that I got from nowhere."

"court death!"

Gou Chen's expression suddenly changed, he rotated the hilt of his sword, and burst out sword energy to cut Frankenstein into pieces.

Of course, this purely physical attack could not kill the lich. Frankenstein was reborn again, with the sword still piercing his chest, and he was still taunting,

"You should be happy. Your brother is now a senior member of the Global Occult Alliance. He can use it for public and private purposes and spend resources to revive you. Oh, it's not resuscitation, it's taking your body." Six years ago, a young man who just entered high school in the real world Gou Chen was involved in a car accident while studying abroad and racing. His body was severely damaged and could not be treated.

Since his family was a wealthy chaebol, they spent a lot of money to freeze and preserve him using the most advanced cryonics technology at that time, hoping that he could be thawed and treated through advanced medical technology in the future.

Until the killing scene came, Gou Chen's brother became a player and GOC executive, and got a life potion for Gou Chen to drink.

The problem is that the freezing technology back then was not perfect at all, and Gouchen’s original soul had dissipated.

After more than three years of trying, Gou Chen's brother, who has become a Level 30 transcendent, thought of many ways, and finally chose to cut out a small piece of his parents' souls, and combined it with Gou Chen's video data from childhood to adulthood, the memories of people around him, and I don’t know where I got the soul from,

He "fabricated" a hook out of thin air, stuffed it into his lifeless body, and completed the restart.

This kind of resurrection can be said to be awesome, dare to think and do, and cheat death.

It can also be said that it is self-deception, just for peace of mind.

The Demonic Scientists Alliance's specialization scope happens to include soul technology. As a member of the guild, Frankenstein clearly knows how his brother Gouchen did it.

He immediately sarcastically said: "Do you really think that with the qualifications of a rich second-generation high school dropout who only knows how to drive cars and go clubbing, you can have fighting talents that are far beyond ordinary people? Can you level up so quickly in the killing field?

Don't be stupid, idiot. Brother You used the soul of a strong man snatched from the script world, smashed it into pieces and stuffed it into this body.

The only thing that is original about you is your skill with a sword. "

Gou Chen's veins jumped when he heard this, and the energy escaping from his body set off gusts of wind, causing ripples of blood.

Buzz——

The roar of the aircraft's engines came from far away, and several G81 Condor gunships from the "Halo" game flew towards the garbage dump.

These gunships have a very sci-fi look and are equipped with non-linear cannons and a small, lightweight magnetic accelerator cannon.

The searchlight under the Condor gunboat locked onto Gouchen and Frankenstein in the garbage dump.

"This is the Toy City Terrorist Mobile Team. The people below should put down their weapons immediately! Raise their hands and surrender!"

As the onboard radio shouted loudly, the rear hatch of the gunship slowly opened, and a group of fully armed "Warhammer 40K" space warriors jumped out from above.

Different from the relatively joyful and relaxed "Star Wars", "Warhammer 40K", which is also a science fiction IP, pursues grim dark (serious darkness).

Every space warrior must undergo a series of transformation surgeries at the age of 12, such as a second right heart, bone strengthening, muscle strengthening, pre-positioned stomach, visual control organs, pebble kidneys, all kinds of technology and ruthless work.

If the subjects are lucky enough to survive all the transformation surgeries, when they jump off the assembly line, each of them will become a super macho man more than two meters tall, weighing more than 300 kilograms, and with muscles all over his body.

Even these Space Marines are just toy versions of the Toy City (not even painted, all original white models), and their data have been weakened.

But paired with the gray ceramic power armor, bolter and superb tactical literacy, it is much better than Frankenstein's no-name biochemical transformation troops.

"Drop your weapons!"

The leading gray Space Marine shouted angrily, but his helmeted men moved eagerly, as if expecting Gou Chen to continue to pick up the sword, so that they could fire freely and crush the two terrorists who were fighting each other.

Gouchen looked around, looked down at Frankenstein, and said calmly: "I will find your lich phylactery. I will not destroy it, but will exile it with you to a different space where time flows extremely slowly. Let your consciousness be annihilated in eternal silence.”

After saying that, he turned his hand, took out a teleportation gold coin from the backpack column, crushed it violently, and disappeared into thin air.

The Space Marines swarmed forward. Frankenstein, who was lying on the mountain of garbage and exhausted his spiritual energy and could not escape, quickly raised his hands, "I surrender! Your toy city should give preferential treatment to prisoners, right?"