quicksilver blood

Chapter 554 The Walking Dead
In the holy city of Frankfurt, unimaginable disasters are spreading.

At first, it was just a hazy silvery mist slowly spreading out from the chimney of the domed cathedral.People haven't figured out what this means yet.

However, after just over half an hour, some people began to feel that their bodies began to look a little strange.

It was as if the medicine was too cold during the infusion, and something cold began to flow in the blood vessels.When you press lightly with your fingers, you can still feel as if there are some frosty particles rolling in the blood vessels.

Just after people started to realize something was wrong, the graininess suddenly became very obvious.The fine snow, which gives people a grainy feel, began to suck blood and swell, causing severe pain like tearing blood vessels.

Just with the naked eye, you can see blue veins protruding from your skin, as if there are snakes and insects rolling under the skin.

Some people have been so painful that they can't speak, and it is not uncommon for people to roll all over the floor.

Some people thought that this was Saint Laurent's punishment for his impiety, and they knelt down and groaned and begged Saint Laurent for forgiveness, but this did nothing to relieve his pain.

At this moment, the door of the domed cathedral suddenly opened.

In people's expectant eyes, some humanoid monsters wearing bloody robes staggered out of the domed cathedral.

——It is not an exaggeration to say that they are monsters.

True, they were human in stature.

However, that smell and taste are definitely not something humans can possess.

Visible weirdness hung over them—a dirty silvery gray, not so much the color of quicksilver as the water in which silvery paint had been thrown.

What is more intuitive is the huge wounds on their bodies.

The translucent wound that penetrated directly from the chest, the wound that separated the trachea from the throat, the wound that shredded the clothes on the chest like the sharp claws of a beast, and the wound that cut half of the abdomen horizontally like a cut in half.The only thing they have in common is that the parts above their necks are intact and have not suffered any injuries.

If it was a human being, it would be a wound that would cause them to lose their lives completely—an inconceivable wound, if it appeared on a saint, it might be called a stigmata.

Their movements were slightly stiff, as if they were just learning to walk.But the scary thing is that as time goes by, their proficiency in action is rapidly improving at an unimaginable speed.

You can learn to walk just by taking a few steps; you can stand naturally by just shaking your head from side to side stiffly.Their expressions became natural at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the knot in the blood vessel was melted by blood.

However, even if they have limited mobility, the slimy and cold ominous feeling projected on their bodies is enough to scare people.

It wasn't the gaze of a predator, and it wasn't the gaze of a madman.It was just an ordinary, lifeless gaze like a mechanical creation.But just by looking at that kind of eyes, there will be an illusion that the soul is overwhelmed and the body is frozen——

... Or rather, it was not an illusion.

Those who had felt chills in their bodies and swollen blood vessels quickly subsided.Their blood vessels gradually calmed down, and dark purple lines like frostbite emerged along the blood vessels, crawling into hideous lines on their skin.

But as the lines emerged, the expressions of those people suddenly calmed down.

No, it's not so much calm as dead silence.

Their eyes were as calm as those of the dead, watching those monsters gradually mastering their bodies and walking towards them, but they didn't respond as if they were frozen.

Accompanied by slight and dull sounds, dirty silver-gray blood flowers flew in the air.

Their hearts were dug out, or their chests were penetrated, and they fell straight down.

If it is not instant death, it will always take a few seconds to usher in death after receiving a fatal wound.

Although they seemed so indifferent to their own life and death, their hearts were full of doubts.

why?

Why didn't I want to resist all of a sudden?

No... It's not so much a reluctance to resist as a mind overwhelmed by some higher, cold mind.The flesh-and-blood brain turns into a computing machine, providing power for its calculations.In order to ensure efficiency, other thoughts are blocked.

As their rationality gradually faded, a mechanically meticulous and steel-like icy will simply stated in their brains: "My name is Victor. From now on, your brains are mine. .”

"If one day, you can be liberated from this system, you can take revenge on me. You can cut my throat with a knife, slice me into countless pieces of meat, smash me into minced meat with a sledgehammer, The pincers are crushing my bones little by little—you can do whatever you want. But, now, I will deprive you of the right to think, deprive you of the right to die, and deprive you of the right to live.”

"From now on, turn you into a gray plague. Use your blood to infect more people, spread eastward, march northward—turn everyone you see into the same kind, proliferate, spread, and become many .”

"If you want to give you walking dead a name...you just think of yourself as a disaster. Of course, I will still give you the degree of awareness of who you are, what you are doing, and how you want to do it. .What I deprive you of is only the part of your energy that you can think about...or in other words, the energy that you need to rest and ask questions."

"Finally, you have to remember that you are immortal. You must remember that you are immortal now—even if your head is cut off and your heart is cut open, your body can move at will. But the premise is that the protection Hold your heads. Protect your thinking heads—"

"—Otherwise, I will kill you myself."

As the ordinary man's voice gradually faded away, a huge amount of knowledge poured into their brains.

However, this knowledge is extremely blunt, without any ability to understand and apply it, and what is left is just the knowledge itself.In other words, even the experience of understanding and application has been transformed into words and entered into their brains.What they are responsible for is only to determine the scope of retrieval of a complex project, accurately locate relevant knowledge from a given scope, associate multiple keywords and put forward hypotheses, verify whether a certain possibility is correct, Verify that other processes are running properly, etc. A step in a complex process.

Everyone is responsible for only one step.Just like an assembly line, each person is responsible for a very simple link that can be completed with only one retrieval.In this way, only one thought is enough to complete an extremely complex design.

At the same time, undead, bloodstain syndrome, negative energy, Kakarite, funeral chants...the process of how they became what they are now really emerged in their brains without reservation.

As the black lines gradually dissipated, these people stood up expressionlessly and marched slowly and neatly toward the east and north.

There was no emotion on their faces, and there was only the lifeless grayness of plaster in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)