The Righteous Player(s)

"... roughly, it's done."

　　 Nicholas II whispered.

　　 He took two steps back, raised his head slightly, admiring his new creation——

　　It needs to be explained that it is not a human being.

　　 is not a "artificial person".

　　 It doesn’t even have a head.

　　 The position above the neck is empty.

　　 And the body underneath is full of disharmony--like an old and shriveled giant baboon.

　　The outer package uses the skin of the old man to obtain the concept of "decayed skin". And under this decayed skin, there are vivid internal organs--there are seven hearts alone, and four livers carved with runes. There is only one set of spleen and lung, and only the lung is the native part of this body.

　　 The rest of the internal organs, muscles and muscles were all hollowed out.

　　 Under the empty skin, there are only bones carved with reinforcement runes. Because human bones were not enough to support his idea, Nicholas II also killed several baboons to obtain larger bones.

The heart under the skin does not pump blood. They are not even connected to the blood vessels, but are connected to each other... The largest heart is taken from a young man measuring 1.9 meters, and the smallest heart is from A baby under one year old.

　　 These hearts are connected by bone fragments, forming a huge and weird motor in the chest cavity.

　　 looks like a cylinder.

　　 Nicholas II took out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood from his fingertips at random.

After 　　, he took out an opaque syringe made of pure copper-and from the tank where the head of Philip was stored, he extracted a sage stone and injected it into the huge and deformed "heart engine".

　　 Then, the heart gradually began to pump for no reason.

　　 The nerve specimen he had rubbed before was etched on a blood butterfly by him. He placed the blood butterfly on the head, and fixed the blood butterfly in place with a flat helmet similar to a pot cover.

　　 In this way, it can only penetrate into this specific skin and blend into the blood of this body.

　　Under the gaze of Nicholas II, the weird creature that looked like a giant headless baboon began to expand gradually like an inflatable——

　　 According to the rune engraved by Nicholas II in advance and the planned general shape...Under the catalysis of the sage stone, flesh and blood and nerves were quickly "created".

　　——It was a black giant nearly three meters tall.

　　 Only the arm is thicker than Nicholas II's whole person, and only a finger is thicker than Nicholas II's arm.

　　The muscles gradually swelled to an astonishing degree, which is a level that reminds people of the Hulk. The outside of the chest cavity is not bones, but grid-like black metal plates, and a pure black protective layer that looks like a carapace and seems to have a metallic texture is gradually formed on the outside of the skin.

　　 Even sitting still without a head and hands resting on the ground, it is full of power.

　　 is full of imperial deterrence.

　　 Nicholas II exhaled deeply, a look of peace of mind appeared on his face.

　　 And just then, a voice rang from behind him.

　　 "This is what you... slaughtered a village and wanted to create something?"

　　 Hearing this sound, Nicholas II raised his eyebrows.

　　 He turned around, straightened up and silently looked at Annan who was coming from a distance.

　　 "How should I call you?"

　　 He asked calmly: "Duke Winter? Your Majesty Annan? The new crane?"

　　 "Whatever you call it."

　　 Annan let out a sigh of relief and whispered softly.

　　 When Annan took a deep breath, the breath that came out of his mouth and nose instantly turned into a white mist and wrapped around Annan.

　　 The air around him has even dropped more than ten degrees.

　　 Every step of Annan's footsteps will leave a clear footprint composed of frost marks. And Nicholas II just heard his voice, and he vaguely felt a cold from his heart...like standing in the cold wind in a damp coat.

　　 The blood butterflies entangled Annan, but they did not dare to approach.

　　 Like a moth attracted by the light, it will eventually be burned in the candlelight.

　　—Annan’s exposed left shoulder has a burn mark that resembles the bite of a blood butterfly, which is like an "infinite" logo, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

　　 Just like Annan’s brilliance in the pupil.

　　 That is colorless and infinite light.

　　 Just looking at the light directly is enough to dissolve the minds of mortals. As long as the blood butterflies approach the "infinite light" in Annan's pupil or on his shoulders, they will gradually become transparent and gradually melt like a bubble phantom.

　　 "What you are after, shouldn't it be human technology?"

　　Annan questioned: "The creation of people out of thin air without relying on any parents. Strong, beautiful, healthy, and wise..."

　　"——A more perfect form of human beings."

　　 Nicholas II interrupted Annan's words: "There is no deception, no betrayal, no misunderstanding. That is a new species born after eradicating all the evils of mankind.

　　 "It is [people who are more worthy of humans than humans]. I named them ‘transcendors’, and they themselves prefer to call themselves ‘awakened ones’.”

　　He is telling the story of the past endlessly.

　　Annan paused.

　　 He asked: "You have found your past?"

"my past?"

　　 Nicholas II suddenly sneered: "Is that really'my' past?"

　　 "I—do I really have a so-called past?"

　　 Hearing this~www.wuxiaspot.com~Annan reacted.

　　 Nicholas II...

　　 In other words, the thinking body named "Nicholas II" may already know his true identity.

"Humanity--"

　　 The imaginary thing named "Nicholas II" uttered hateful words.

　　 A low voice sounded, accompanied by despair equal to hatred: "Humans have lived in hypocrisy since ancient times.

　　 "Deceive others, deceive oneself. The so-called ‘wish’ is just a nice thing to say, and finally when I truly abandon everything and move towards my ideal... I turned my head unintentionally, but found that everyone did not move.

　　 "Everyone stood there, looking at me in silence.

"No one supports me. No one worships me. The motto of'sublimation everything to a more perfect state' passed down to this day by the Jade Tower has cost me a lifetime of motto... In the end, even the master of the tower did not Take it seriously.

　　 "Just treat it as a joke, as a slogan. It's really only me."

　　 Watching the brilliance in Annan's pupil, the dark emotions that surged in the heart of "Nicholas II" became uncontrollably excited. I wouldn't say it to anyone again, but the extremely disappointing remarks were also blurted out under the guidance of that light.

　　 is like a moth to the fire.

　　 is like a shadow that becomes clearer after the candlelight is lit-