How the Zergs were Made

Chapter 372 The Cloned Man

Mortal people create interesting things.

The leader didn't look at Dagon. The shackles that restrained Dagon seemed to arouse the interest of the spiritual master. His eyes focused on the damaged machines, and he expressed his appreciation unabashedly.

Everything they dreamed of in the past has become a reality with their own efforts.

Dorgon, however, dismissed this. He stared at the shackles that had imprisoned him to death for many days, gritted his teeth, showed no sign of appreciation, and made undisguised belittlement.

But still insignificant, these things are like children's toys before God.

If you can stand shoulder to shoulder with God, God is not called God.

The leader thought for a while, nodded, and became thoughtful.

Indeed.

What should I do? Dorgon asked.

Go and save other people first, the plan requires more manpower.

The leader turned around, he was preparing the operation, and at the same time he did not forget to remind Dorgon.

The wave in the spiritual domain is not over yet. Pick those contractors who are capable enough, and those who cannot enter the spiritual domain will be exempted. Nothing will be achieved.

Understood.

Dorgon nodded, and after noticing that the leader turned his back to him, he gradually narrowed the distance between the two, and his gaze at the leader became more subtle.

There is something I want to ask you.

Dorgon asked as he approached.

What's up?

How do you bring out those flesh and blood?

Dorgon's posture began to adjust. This is a power-storing movement, which is a basic movement commonly used in military training. A professionally trained special soldier can even directly beat an ordinary Serene to half-mutilation with one punch.

But the leader seemed to be ignorant of all that happened behind him, and was still concentrating on preparing for the surgery, and was dedicated to answering the questions raised by Dorgon.

Already on the way, I changed the cognition of the amoeba trade fleet, let them recognize the flesh and blood used in the ceremony as the goods needed by the amoeba, and changed the delivery location to the peacemaker.

After arriving at the Peacemaker, if the amoeba doesn't arrive to pick up the goods, those people will become suspicious, right?

Dorgon was ready, his eyes were like an old hunter's eyes on his prey, and even his breathing was as steady as possible, just for the next blow.

No, that's the end of their journey, I've already arranged it.

The leader replied lightly, as if those he mentioned were not Serenes, but a group of insignificant ants, without even a trace of guilt.

Dorgon's face gradually became gloomy.

That's it...

Dorgon moved, and he swung the punch vigorously towards the back of the leader. From the wrist of his punching arm, a sharp blade popped out. If it can be solid, any Serin will be seriously injured if he does not die.

The killing intent completely filled Dorgon's eyes, making him look so ferocious and terrifying. The whole movement was swift and swift, as if instinctively, without any mercy or hesitation, he wanted him to die!

However, at this moment, a voice sounded in Dorgon's ear.

too slow.

Click!

A huge force suddenly appeared from top to bottom, without any sign at all. Unable to guard against, Dorgon's whole body was smashed to the ground by this huge force, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

He couldn't move at all, he couldn't even lift a finger, and he was completely restrained, more thoroughly than those restrained by the shackles before.

A mouthful of blood was spit out, followed by bursts of severe pain caused by broken bones and tendons, that kind of pain was dozens of times more painful than sprinkling salt on the wound.

ah--!

Dorgon wailed, which was not what he wanted, but he couldn't control the instinct of his brain.

After he was relieved, he looked at the leader ferociously and asked intermittently.

How...how did you find out...that I... am not Dorgon?

It's true that the voice, manner, heartbeat, and even the behaviors shown are all simulated exactly the same, but there are some things that are wrong. We don't care if the Lord is called God, the Lord is the Lord, and it is only the Lord. We will call God, and that is just for your convenience. These mortals from the outside world understand, but we won’t say that between us.”

On the contrary, I'm very surprised. How did you simulate Dorgon's thinking fluctuations? Everyone's thinking fluctuations should be unique, which cannot be simulated.

The head rubbed his chin, showing a thoughtful look. What he said earlier, mortals have created interesting things, was alluding to this, but the fake Dorgon didn't hear it.

...

Only then did Dorgon react with a gloomy complexion. He remained silent and glared at the leader with a determination to see death as home.

It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I have a way.

The leader shook his head calmly, and with his palm facing the direction of the fake Dorgon, he spoke.

νασυγκεκριμναολκληρο, ολκληροσυγκεκριμνανα

With the chanting of the incantation, strange changes took place, and the limbs of 'Dorgon' and the parts below the limbs lost contact, and were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

You! What did you do?!

The leader didn't pay attention to this 'Dagon', he just stood there with his eyes closed, as if he was feeling something.

After a while, the leader opened his eyes again and nodded knowingly, and 'Dorgon' was completely 'dead', bidding farewell to this world with such a strange way of death.

Remove Dorgon's brain from his body and transplant it into another person's body...

It's cruel to be able to come up with such a method, don't you think so? A clone of Dorgon.

Staring at the clone of Dorgon who had become a mummy, the leader didn't feel any regret at all for killing a subordinate by the way just now, not even a little bit of guilt.

The leader's eyes turned to other places, as if he could penetrate the overlapping obstacles and directly observe the imprisoned pilgrims.

Most of the others are also like this. They are not worth saving. It's too miserable. This world should be saved by the Lord, and it can only be saved by the Lord.

The death of 'Dorgon' does not mean the end. How could the trap laid by the empire be so simple? Suddenly, countless light spots appeared on the leader. Become the focus of countless gunmen.

Oh? Looks like I'm surrounded.

Even with such a threat, the leader didn't seem alarmed.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, and a series of power armored soldiers filed in, truly surrounding the head of the pilgrims.

From among these people, a leading team leader stepped out, and he issued a warning to the leader.

That's right, if you are caught without a fight, you can still survive, Mancroft.

Live? Just like him?

The leader who heard the warning glanced at the mummy of the Dorgon clone, and the implication was obvious that he was satirizing what the empire had done.

He is a means to catch you, that's all, if you...

There's too much nonsense, you better shut up.

The leader waved his hand, and another huge force suddenly appeared, hitting the head-on leader of the squadron who was speaking, smashing his whole body together with the power armor into the metal wall.

Fire!

Since language can no longer solve the problem, it can only be solved by force.