Chapter 359: Should I fight Satnain? ! Real or fake? !
Magna Dorn blinked his electronic eyes behind the resolute and majestic metal death mask.
Blinked again.
What happened to me? ...I can't remember...
Did I just crash and then restart? It seems to be in poor condition. The self-test of the storage crystal and memory circuit will begin after 2 milliseconds...
Why?
Wait a minute. Does this feel weird? I can't see the codes and control systems in my body!
Magna Dorn tried again with some panic, and found that although she could still receive messages from the outside world and still control her body, the process seemed to be something he could not describe. The...self-regulatory process? In short, he can't monitor everything as neatly and clearly as he did before in the mecha or his golden armor. Now everything seems to be like someone throwing a bunch of complex codes into a blind box, but in the end it turns out that Runnable results are output.
This made Magna Dorn, who had always been accustomed to clear numbers, codes, formulas and the physical world, very uncomfortable.
This field of vision...what's going on...it doesn't seem to be the various types of electronic bionic eyes he is used to.
The color of the world reflected in his mind was a strange color image without any additional explanation footnotes, distance measurement, time display, chat waiting and other clear lists and information he was used to.
A strange feeling involved the muscle bundles and skin of his face when he blinked his eyelids, and visual signals were transmitted to his optic nerves and brain without his supervision at all.
Huh? Involving each other?
This feeling?
A stream of air with the strong smell of poisonous gas, gunpowder smoke, dead bodies and the crazy dust of decay poured into his trachea. The master control machine spirit of the Iron Blood, Perturabo's student, Lamy Zane The cooking apprentice suddenly realized that all his muscles, including the respiratory muscles, were contracting his chest in a way that did not require the guidance of his thoughts or the control of code settings, while maintaining the dynamic balance of other skeletal muscles and nerves. --breathe? Is this what it feels like for a flesh and blood body to breathe on its own?
But where is this? Why am I here? !
He raised his legs, and there was a strong gravitational pull from the ground deep under his feet, and he realized that he was in a high place without a roof or shelter, being blown by the strong wind.
A wet and cold liquid fell from the sky, hitting the dazed Magna's cheeks bit by bit.
There was another drop falling on his lips. He subconsciously licked it and tried to analyze its ingredients. As a result, he only tasted the chemical smell of chlorine and the weird taste of calcium.
The young Iron-Blooded machine soul stood in place, not moving immediately, but slowly turning his head. This feeling of entering an autonomous body with many parts that did not need to be controlled was wonderful. He blinked again, Or only the visible light band?
Then Magna realized that the powerful photosensitive element modules covering ultraviolet, infrared and visible light bands in his original eyes had been replaced by some kind of primitive flesh and blood, but the capture efficiency was higher than its imitation template. An ingeniously efficient, upgraded replica of the anatomy of the human eye.
After adjusting the focus, he didn't like the scenery that came into view, but there was also a strange, indescribable emotion in his heart that fluctuated like code starting to copy infinitely.
He overlooked the mammoth palace city that he had never seen since he was born, starting from the majestic central fortress and spreading to the slums and continuous temporary tents and construction sites that began to grow freely on the edges. There were many majestic arches and towering spiers. Among them, those towers were particularly thick and tall, pointing to the sky like sharp swords. Magna squinted his eyes and looked carefully, thinking that they might be some kind of port leading to the sky. Or a similar elevator building.
He saw that this palace city was surrounded by an extremely thick wall, but they were originally supposed to be like ribbons of white marble stretching on the ridges in the sun, but now they were framed for dozens of kilometers. Entangled in the bright red flames at the edge of the tall black smoke, he raised his head and tried to identify the transparent live ammunition or laser weapons that exchanged fire on the sky and above, as well as the distorted explosion clouds that exploded from time to time when aircraft and other things exploded. What is it that is deforming like liquid in a thick culture tank?
Suddenly a thought jumped into his mind: This is the effect of a super giant void shield, the aegis, a giant void shield that protects the palace and sanctuary, as well as the defenders underneath.
This void shield is so big, it may be bigger than the one his teacher built for the Iron-Blooded with the energy of his body. he thought. But the palace...?
Sanctuary...? Some kind of chapel?
Well, it seems that Lamizane didn’t say that we were going to build a palace. He began to think. As for the chapel, there are a bit too many pinned statues trying to catch him in the Ironblood chapel, and Machine Spirits usually try to avoid going there alone.
But Teacher Perturabo is really good at building miraculously beautiful and magnificent buildings such as palaces, theaters or chapels...
He subconsciously wanted to call his own database to compare scenes with the Iron Blood's shipboard database, but there was no such thing here for young Dorn to easily retrieve, and his eyebrows were tangled together.
Where are the others? Why am I here alone? And turned into... maybe into... a human...?
He turned around and looked around again, and found that he was not wearing any metal armor, but was wearing a yellow coat made of some kind of animal hair. Inside the coat was a quilt. The shabby robe that has been worn and roughened by years of wearing and washing is covered with a gray waterproof cloak. The weird and bad-smelling rainwater is condensing on the outside of the waterproof cloak, forming wet drops. full of water drops.
Everything you see looks decayed, decadent, and has lost its vitality and color. There are only flower beds, sculptures, steps and fences made of various stones, as well as those uncared for and unattended branches that grow crazily from them. The flowers and plants were blown down and broken by the corrosive rain and high winds.
So far, he seems to have been standing on an abandoned elevated garden platform in some huge building complex.
Stationing here is not an option.
Magna tried to move his new legs and feet - the strange rhythm formed by flesh and bone was not particularly used to him who was used to the exquisite self-discipline of steel and servers - towards what looked like going down the mountain Two steps in the direction of the stone path.
Then he heard someone talking in that direction.
"I've seen enough." The voice of a painful, old, tired and desperate man sounded like he was talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to the decaying everything here and the sky. The falling rain says, "If He knew that history would eventually consume Him, why didn't He tell us? Our beloved Emperor. If He had big plans, why didn't He share them with us? Is this His plan? What on earth was He thinking? What?”
“Uh, sorry?”
The trembling man who had already crossed the fence seemed to be startled by Magna coming out of the depths of the dense bushes and vines that had completely obscured his figure. His thin arms were holding on to the fence, making people worried about him. In the next second, his foot will slip and he will fall down.
He gasped pitifully and frightened, "Who?"
Magna quickly walked over and lifted him from outside the fence back to solid ground like a chicken. superior.
"Well, I'm sorry if I scared you..."
And the other party stared blankly at Magna's slightly uneasy face with his mouth half open, as if the person in front of him Someone said something very scary and earth-shattering.
"S-Sir?"
The man who seemed to be a civil servant looked at him, and gradually his voice began to contain feelings of panic and despair.
"My lord?! Lord Dorne?! What's wrong with you?!"
(End of this chapter)