Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Hearing the whistler's words, Lu Meng smiled and lowered the Old World crossbow he was holding horizontally.

Although it was backlit, the skeleton man's prosthetic eyes could still see his movements clearly: "A smart man's choice."

"What do you want?"

"Take back what belongs to us." When the whistler said these words, he finally stopped deliberately imitating emotions and became as cold as a machine should. "Both humans and the Second Empire have flooded history. Covered up for too long.”

"'us'?"

Lu Meng noticed.

The whistler twitched the corners of his mouth but did not answer, but what he brought up was skinless flesh and blood.

Obviously, the resurrected whistleblower is not just the one in front of him, and compared to the Zero Two he had seen before, his thinking and logic are much clearer, and there are no traces of chip damage.

By the time of the Second Empire, with the disconnection of the skyline network, even the skeletons were unable to transmit signals and communicate in real time. To find each other, they could only communicate face-to-face with each other like other creatures, using the inefficient method of sound vibration in the air— -The whistler, however, can change his appearance.

Not to mention that others can't recognize each other, even if they don't confirm each other in advance, they may pass by each other on the road.

If such skeleton men are gathered together, they must have waited and planned for a long time, and their plans are not small.

"What are the specifics?" Lu Meng unloaded the crossbow with the Blade Walker iron cluster and shook it across the tunnel. "Moreover, the important thing is what you can bring me now... Although the current controller has been turned on , but after Qin dies, even you can't continue to enter new commands, right? Obtaining such a thing can only make the security spider follow a fixed program, and its effect is limited. "

You'd better think this through...

The price you can offer yourself.

"I understand." There was doubt in Lu Meng's tone, but the whistleblower relaxed. He has been in human society for many years. Whether in the market or in the court, suppressing the other party and promoting oneself is a common negotiation method. There is no emotion. As a skeleton man, he can grasp the target's intentions more accurately. "The first step is actually very simple: introduce me to your followers."

"——Make me a 'god'."

He used the most plain and mechanical tone, but said the most incredible and incomprehensible idea.

Let a machine and a human being.

Become a god.

"Of course, it's just an object of religious worship. You and I both know what's going on behind this." The whistleblower looked at Lu Meng, "I've been looking for flesh-and-blood rebirth for so many years, isn't it because I want to find a living example? "?"

Even the school itself was established based on the excavation and conjecture of whistleblowers.

Two perspectives on the theory of bone-flesh replacement.

Whether it is the possibility of changing from a skeleton to a human being or a human becoming a skeleton, the whistler with a biochemical body is the best intermediate.

No matter which party you are on, you can use the whistleblower as a successful implementation of the theory you hold.

"..."

Lu dreamed of Zero Two.

Although its "brain" has been damaged and it has forgotten its identity, it instead thinks that it is a successful entity that is about to evolve into a human being.

But its existence proves that there is indeed a party that is using whistleblowers to promote the path of "skeleton man → human being".

And now, the whistleblower who wants to become the representative of "Human → Skeleton Man" has come to find him again.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in your religious order, but...faith and bewitchment really have immense power, don't they?" The whistler spread his hands, "We can tell those believers that only by abandoning this body , can we get rid of the filth, lust and attachment attached to it, and most importantly: gain eternal life.”

No one can resist such temptation.

Even if you are a high-ranking official... no, it should be said that just because you are a high-ranking official, the higher you are in a high position, the more unable you are to give up the power and pleasure you have gained in this life, and the more obsessed you are with it.

Death is the fairest ending.

But some people will obviously lose more.

"Even Auckland claims that their Holy Lord can reincarnate indefinitely and rule a huge empire forever - and even if it is just a small sect with medical knowledge, it is enough to gather a village because it can heal injuries, save people and relieve pain. A town can even subvert the power of a country..." The whistler said what he had seen, "Let alone 'us' who can completely get rid of all suffering?"

This is not unfounded.

He even tried it himself.

As a whistleblower, due to his physical damage, he was not allowed to sneak into a closed village alone, and showed the strength of a skeleton man in front of the villagers, and was invulnerable to water and fire, which attracted their admiration.

Later, he once killed a patient who came for consultation, peeled off his skin and flesh, and disguised himself as him, but he was as healthy as before and as strong as before, which made the patient's mother thank him profusely and burst into tears...

In order to cultivate flesh and blood, the whistler uses the body of an infertile woman, but acts as a carrier to deliver the baby, allowing the man to watch his wife's belly getting bigger day by day, and be ecstatic, and deliver it to him on time every month for worship.

Another example...

There is more.

In the end, everyone in the village regarded him as a living god, and they could kill and seize him at will. Even if he ordered him to cut his own throat and water the fields on the spot, the other party would not hesitate.

Anyway, everyone will see the deceased standing up intact the next day.

And regard it as the road to ascension.

Until more and more people needed to play, the Whistleblower finally revealed his flaws, and was forced to kill everyone and burn the village.

But the flesh and blood had been replenished.

This practice made him realize that a person's power is ultimately limited, and there will always be a day when it can no longer be sustained.

But if he could be in a larger sect, with more believers and sacrifices...

The result would be very different.

So, he set his sights on exchanging flesh and blood.

With the help of an existing system.

The Whistleblower is confident that he can reproduce the miracle he did in that small village.

No, it is stronger.

"Isn't this expansion power itself the best gift?" The Whistleblower looked at Lu Meng and said confidently: "You can expand the influence of the sect and accumulate believers in a very short time; and we can also return to the eyes of the world again and truly in this way."

With the posture of God.

"Heh."

Lu Meng suddenly laughed.

"To put it bluntly, you want to invest in technology."

"But what you said is just 'drawing big pictures', what I'm asking is you..."

"What can 'now' bring me?"

"...I haven't seen this word for a long time, where did you learn this language?" The whistleblower paused after Lu Meng's words.

What surprised him even more was that the other party's last few sentences were not the common language on the continent today, nor were they the solidified characters used for writing on paper in ancient times.

It was one of the few spoken languages ​​that were only used in non-public occasions during the so-called ancient civilization period of the old empire before the Second Empire.

Even ordinary skeletons, because they are all involved in social mass production or unified corps, have no chance to learn and use these languages.

Only they, the whistleblower, can contact the private lives of the ancients because of their form, which is why there are relevant needs and built-in.

Even so, in order to ensure that the storage limit will not burst and fall into madness after thousands of years, the whistleblower has deleted almost all the parts that should be deleted.

But for some reason, when he heard Lu Meng say the last few words in ancient syllables, he had an urge to obey, even if it was extremely weak - the whistleblower sorted out the logic and attributed it to the other party, which further proved his connection with the secret civilization.

It is persuasive in program judgment.

"Okay." He paused, opened the black box in his hand, and several steel needles pierced out of the flesh and blood. He pressed the controller several times in succession, and then a faint light lit up: "Take me back to find the body of the technology hunter, let me eat his flesh and blood, and when I copy his biological information, I can completely unlock and control the security spider."

"To be honest, if you hadn't come so quickly, I would have planned to find an opportunity to do so." There was a hint of helplessness and complaint in the whistleblower's voice, "And these security spiders are just my gift to my flesh and blood, you don't have to be so anxious."

- Short-sighted.

At the same time, these two words emerged in his mind and quickly dissipated.

The whistleblower still understood how to speak so as not to offend people.

When communicating with them, sometimes you can't be too straightforward.

"No need to go back, just now." Lu Meng said, raising his hand.

I saw a ball of something thrown out.

The whistleblower caught it.

I saw that it was a cloth wrap, and when he opened it, he saw that it was a bloody half arm.

"This is..."

"Cut it off." Lu Meng said.

"It seems that you have been prepared from the beginning," the whistleblower was a little surprised, and the probe on the body had already pierced the wreckage. "But time is limited. It takes time to completely unlock and change the owner. It is far less convenient than the handover between us skeletons. After all, they were not originally made for human use."

"It was Carteron who insisted on leaving this backdoor, so the Spider Factory had to do it. I'm just demonstrating it to you here..."

Whistleblower spoke, seemingly chatting, but the limbs in his hand had been cut into pieces, like a skilled surgeon.

The flesh and blood texture was clearly visible.

However, before he finished processing, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

The whistleblower's eyeballs suddenly bulged, and the disguised needle-shaped camera pierced his flesh and blood, completely activating all sensor capabilities.

And in his field of vision.

Lu Meng had disappeared from the spot.

"Not good!" The whistleblower raised his head and fell to the platform behind him.

Under him, there was the surging lake water.

At this moment, the skeleton man stepped on the iron plate with both legs at the same time, the steel twisted, and he rushed down with the force.

Outside the lower city, on the edge of the lake town.

Even if it was cloudy and raining heavily, it was always brighter than the dark tunnel.

The whistleblower saw it.

The tall white-haired young man, holding a cross heavy sword, followed behind him, chasing down like an eagle hunting.

"You are crazy!" The skeleton man said in surprise.

The transaction conditions he offered were already extremely superior, even from the other party's perspective, they were full of temptations - he couldn't figure out what went wrong and caused the negotiations to suddenly break down.

However, it was too late to understand. The whistleblower was falling rapidly in mid-air. He held the black box controller tightly, and the flesh on his other hand was growing rapidly.

New human skin grew.

He had finished interpreting it.

"You missed your only chance..."

Although the other party controls Qin's body, he is a dead person after all. In the whole continent, only those who master the rapid cloning of flesh and blood cultivation technology and have advanced mechanical engineering capabilities can unlock the security spider controller again and change the authority.

Once there is no new command for a long time, the controller itself will fall into a dormant and locked state until the time limit is over, and it will be fully refreshed.

They serve the skeletons.

This process takes at least a thousand years.

But no matter which technology it is, it has been lost in the world for a long time. Now, only the whistleblower can open it at the same time!

The whistleblower has only this half of his palm that looks intact. He pressed it directly on the black box.

The red light came on and started reading.

He could have crushed the controller directly, just like he threatened the other party at the beginning, but in this way he would also lose control of the security spider, which is not worth the loss.

Now they are delivering it to the door...

[Error: error]

Hmm?

[If you enter four consecutive errors, the program will automatically lock, and you have three more chances...]

This is fake!

The whistleblower suddenly understood that the arm was probably not Qin's at all. It was indeed cut off, but Lu Meng did not say from whom.

A feeling of being fooled emerged - the whistleblower told a lie. The skeletons originally had emotions, not to mention the models that once served the ancients closely.

Their sensibility is even stronger!

The strong wind lifted Lu Meng's clothes, and the two fell almost together, but the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

After all, the whistleblower was in front and had leverage. He said he was in awe, but the power of the actual mechanical body made him shoot towards the water like a cannonball.

The skeleton angrily exerted force with his palm.

He always stood on the edge of the platform, thinking that he was prepared and could escape at any time.

"Fu..."

A voice came in the wind.

At the same time, the whistleblower turned back in surprise and looked down - it was a bloody mouth with sharp teeth standing like dense short knives.

"Xiao Gu!"

The water surface was surging, and a white silver wolf jumped out, like a giant beast that could swallow the sky.

In the wind and rain, its mane exploded.

"Crack."

The bone man was entering the mouth of the white wolf.