Chapter 81 Nu Xing Version Servant
Qin Xia has no feeling at all about the myths and legends of the Divine Lord.
He was shocked by the scene here, and he couldn't help but think about what these bricks had gone through.
They were once living people, because the slave owners transformed those people into people for the sake of research...or not for research at all, just to hear the screams and begging in this room. Today's bricks make up the walls of this room.
“I said I could kill them and bring them relief.” Kleist’s tone was extremely serious, “But they said that if anyone is going to bring them relief, it would be best to Let either you or Angron have the honor."
Every word in Kleist's words made Qin Xia breathe heavier.
The bricks looked at him with their eyes open.
Qin Xia almost subconsciously wanted to use psychic flames to painlessly and extremely quickly free these people's souls from their hellish bodies.
But in this universe, death is not liberation.
Qin Xia rubbed her nose vigorously, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.
In Qin Xia's concept, a clear line separates enemies from friends and neutrals. He is as cruel to his enemies as he is to his friends. These poor souls who were tortured by the slave masters in more unique and horrific ways undoubtedly had the ultimate hatred for the slave masters. They would be supporters, rescuers, and steadfast friends.
But he still tried his best to make himself into the cold-blooded person he imagined in this situation, because only in this way, Qin Xia, whose emotions cannot be deprived even by the Gray Knight's transformation surgery, can be here Think of the best solution for each situation.
"No, killing you is not relief." Qin Xia immediately stepped forward and put his hand on one of the bricks to feel its internal structure.
He discovered that there was an artificial organ inside these bricks that could maintain a person's vital signs under any circumstances.
In the books of the Murray family, this is an emergency method used in ancient times to preserve the vital signs of people suffering from acute illnesses in order to prevent them from dying before they are sent to the hospital for more advanced treatment.
"This way... let's do this..." Qin Xia took a deep breath and said calmly, "I will create a mechanized body, put you into it, and then use nerve connection technology to connect you to the body, at least so that you can Free movement..."
"This is temporary, temporary, not eternal."
"I will learn and master more advanced prosthetic manufacturing technology as soon as possible until I can help you. Create a body that is the same as yours in a normal state."
"If you believe me..."
Before Qin Xia finished her last sentence, the bricks burst out. There was a burst of cheers.
There is no doubt these bricks believe it.
"It's just that you have to be patient for a few days and give me a few days to make a body." Qin Xia kept nodding and explained clearly clearly.
“They’ve been putting up with this for decades,” Kleist said.
Those bricks speak of expectations and words of gratitude.
But Qin Xia looked at so many bricks with eyes talking to him, he couldn't hear anything, his ears were buzzing, he squeezed out a smile and walked out of the room silently.
Arriving outside the inconspicuous tower, Qin Xia walked a few steps and suddenly slowly came to a stone and sat down.
Cleist floated to Qin Xia's side. She opened her mouth to say some words of comfort, but comforting others was never what she was good at.
“They are all crazy, in fact, they are all crazy.” Qin Xia looked at Kleist, “Those people who were transformed into bricks were laughing and laughing, but that does not mean that they are normal. They have been transformed into bricks. The torture in that cage is crazy..." "I think so too." Kleist nodded lonely.
Qin Xia lowered her head, covered her face with her hands, and panted violently.
After his breathing stabilized, he lowered his hands with a fierce expression on his face: "Those imprisoned nobles, Suya and her little bastards who were hung on the city wall are not dead yet... I want to reform them too. Make them look like this, and then stuff them into the weapons on the wall."
"But if they can still control the weapons when we are facing a siege, will they open fire?" said worriedly.
"There is a technology in the Murray family called self-deprivation." Qin Xia thought about the solution, "a biochip that can implant instinctive behaviors into the creatures carrying it. For example, if I ask them As the controllers of a weapon guarding the fortress territory, they are reluctant, but they will do it with self-awareness, just like a slave who has tamed the subconscious but not the conscious mind."
"If someone really dares to attack here in the future, then I will let them watch their instinctive control of weapons and kill the high knights and guards who may be able to rescue them to scum."< br>
“Just like I said.”
Kleist listened silently and couldn't agree more.
“Give me some time.” Qin Xia stood up and walked towards the tower where he lived, “Just a little time will do.”
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A week passed.
The city defense weapons controlled by the gladiators on the city wall have new operators. They are bricks of meat screaming and insulting the people around them. They call themselves nobles and slaves who are not racially consistent with themselves. We have no right to treat them like this.
But no one took it seriously, because after these nobles retaliated by the methods they inflicted on their slaves, they were tortured crazy in less than a day.
The bricks are inserted into the weapon's control seat, and cables connect them to the weapon.
They immediately became extremely professional weapon operators. While resisting their own fate, they instinctively controlled the weapons to rotate around the clock to search for any target that appeared within the shooting field of view.
Those who had been transformed into meat bricks by nobles had metal bodies for temporary use.
Qin Xia made the metal body as similar to a human being as possible, with hands and legs, but the problem is that the metal body is essentially a robot controlled by humans.
Until he completely masters the Murray family's prosthetic technology, these people can only make do with these metal bodies temporarily.
After these people who were once meat bricks were liberated, they were placed by Brown in the northern corner of the fortress territory, allowing them to live a normal life like everyone else.
But these people used less advanced transformation methods that night to melt their anthropomorphic hands and weld them onto swords.
They asked the gladiators to teach them how to fight. They asked the gladiators when the gods would launch a crusade against other slave owners, and claimed that they were ready to fight to the death for the two gods and transfer the myths and legends to them. The liberation brought Nuceria to the entire world.
These people are like crazy fanatics.
But their thoughts are excusable, because when they were turned into bricks and unable to escape from the endless years and physical prisons, it was the legend that the Nucerians thought was false that supported their spirits and made them They survived one painful year after another.
After learning from the gladiators that production in the entire fortress territory was completely restored and an army could be armed, the crusade against the slave owners would begin. These people fused the swords on their arms. Take it out, put on production tools, and enter factories and underground mines like most people and omnics in the city.
(End of this chapter)