Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

In Nishizawa's impression, the Dark Sentinels only exist in legends. Due to the lack of emotions, this kind of Sentinel will not have any troubles in mania. Their strength far exceeds that of S-rank companions, and they are the strongest Sentinels that are well-deserved.

He did not expect that this legend would actually fall on Oswald.

"But how is it possible...?" Although the man always had a dead face, he did see subtle emotions in his eyes and face, even if they were not obvious.

The general looked at him, then glanced at the peacefully sleeping grandson: "He has been like that for a long time—he is very capable, and he often does not care about methods or casualties during virtual mission training, and he is alone. He comes and goes alone, as long as he can complete the task, he doesn't care about the life and death of others at all, at that time his spiritual world was dark and gray, which made people shudder."

Caesar's heart moved, and he thought of the old Oswald who said indifferently, "When you die, you die", it really fits the image in the admiral's words.

The admiral looked beyond them and looked farther away, sighing: "A sentry has no emotion, what is the difference between that and a mechanical killing weapon."

"I can't look at him like this." The old man said, "I tried my best for more than ten years, and finally sealed part of his memory and part of his ability. This is the lock you saw in his spiritual world. It is a deep super spiritual suggestion, those locked memories are all memories that can show his dark sentinel side, including the part where the Lingguang accident happened, so I said that it is good for everyone to leave the lock alone the result of."

Caesar suddenly realized, no wonder Mingming was on the list, but Oswald had no memory of the Lingguang, no wonder Mingming had said such unkind words, but the other party didn't have any impression.

"After the lock, the situation is better than I imagined. His original gray-black spiritual world has been gathered into a hole, and people can gradually perceive human emotions, and they are no longer indifferent to anything." The general said with some emotion. Smiled, "Of course, there is no precedent for this thing before, and it is inevitable that there will be various strange sequelae, such as his expression is cold and used to it, and he can't adjust it. , and your fusion fever failed at the end of the spiritual binding, right? Maybe it’s also related to this, don’t worry, just try a few more times if it doesn’t work once, this is a special situation for you.”

Caesar: "..."

The admiral looked at Caesar's eyes very hotly, and he felt a sense of consolation that he had finally sold Oswald: "You know, I had no hope for his match at all, after all, the Dark Sentinel doesn't need a guide. , He has that kind of character that is not very pleasing, but I didn't expect, I didn't expect, you actually accepted him."

"..." Speaking of matching, Caesar remembered that strange and cheating voice.

"Admiral, I heard a very strange voice on the other shore star, and then I suddenly awakened the wizard attribute, and the matching result only appeared after that." He said, "I also heard it in the fighting arena today. that voice."

It was the sound that was playing in the headphones that the guy who looked like him was wearing.

The admiral listened thoughtfully: "If I'm not mistaken, it's probably a sound similar to the spiritual radiation from Nebula's core."

Caesar: "At that time, the people of Siren stole the spiritual capsule of Star Academy. I also heard it when I was fighting with the other party."

All the stolen spirit capsules were left by Alliance soldiers who participated in the Nebula Battle, and they all happened to have changes in their abilities.

Caesar had a flash of inspiration, and an answer was ready to come out: "They are thinking about the mental power in the capsule. There may be residual energy of spiritual radiation in the mental power."

But he felt a little strange when he said it: "But it's not right... If you want to find spiritual radiation, isn't it far away from the sky and right in front of you, the core of the nebula is nearby."

The admiral's eyes lit up, he put down his cup and stood up, and walked briskly in front of Caesar: "Because after the research was suspended for a few years, the radiation outside the core has slowly decayed, and now there is nothing around it, it is said There may still be enough energy in the core, but in the previous research, many detection machines were sent in, and they never returned. At that time, a few courageous guys ran in regardless of dissuasion, and all of them evaporated. It's a real dead zone."

"That's why I'm very curious about the Eternal Coast." He raised his leg and kicked Oswald's reclining chair, "It's alright, it's time to work, your wife and I have been discussing the philosophy of life and the true meaning of life Now, you can sleep soundly."

Caesar: "..."

The moment Oswald kicked the recliner, he opened his eyes suddenly, just hearing what his grandfather said. He touched his forehead and sat up, looking at Caesar inexplicably: "What is the philosophy of life and the true meaning of life?"

Caesar stood up and straightened his clothes, with a calm expression: "There is nothing."

He collected himself and concentrated on listening to the general's assignment.

The admiral's words tonight answered many mysteries in his heart. The issue surrounding Oswald has been basically solved. Now the only thing that sticks in his mind is the whereabouts of his parents. Also very concerned.

Among the three, one was a former general and the other two were excellent alliance fighters. After the discussion, they packed lightly and sneaked into the fighting arena again in the dark.

The fighting competition here lasted until late at night, and it had just ended not long ago, and there were many drunk and hiccupping guests on the seats. Maybe tonight's competition was too exciting, and they were drunk talking in sleep, no Forget to cheer for the players you support.

Caesar and the others did not alarm anyone, and successfully bypassed some on-duty staff to reach the bottom floor.

They circled around calmly and quickly, and basically determined the layout: This place is located directly below the fighting platform, and the outer aisle is connected to the upper part. There are many rest and treatment rooms for the players in the aisle, and the rooms are probably equipped with dark walls. To the central warehouse.

The warehouse was the same as before they left, Caesar walked around the wall of the warehouse, silently calculating.

"The size here is wrong, there should be other areas."

The admiral nodded: "Then turn out the mouse's nest."

Caesar and Oswald looked at each other, and walked to a wall in a tacit understanding.

They stared at the wall silently, the sensory field spread, and countless visual information was fed back without missing a single detail. Their auditory function was also raised to the extreme, and they could distinguish and analyze the air in the space bit by bit. Flowing sound.

Soon, they caught the anomaly and raised their heads almost at the same time: "Found it."

Their fingers touched their fingers and landed on the same spot on the wall.

After a snort, a secret door that was completely invisible opened quietly. The light inside was half bright, and there seemed to be a lot of things. The three looked at each other, the general nodded slightly, and Oswald walked in first.

*****

Professor Dawkins takes the Eternal Coast as his home not because of the drunken and dreamy life here, but because there is a research that he is quite interested in.

As a scientific lunatic, he has no interest in those low-end entertainment items on the ground, and is only obsessed with the area under the fighting arena.He has no impression of his first half of his life. He has been working here since he can remember. He has nothing else to do every day. He just concentrates on studying how to use "singing" more efficiently and economically to realize human evolution. As for why To study this, he himself can't explain why, he only vaguely feels that he is looking for an answer to something.

Of course, this research is extremely difficult. At the beginning, many of the experimental subjects had mental outbursts and went crazy, and he froze them in the freezer on the other side. You can promote the same person repeatedly, but this method also has a limit. After the tenth promotion, some people still can't stand it.

Professor Dawkins was still dissatisfied with the results of his experiment, but the owner of the fighting arena was quite happy, sending him people over in a steady stream, and sending promoted people to the fighting arena in a steady stream.

But Professor Dawkins has been a little unhappy lately.

"A crooked way, really a crooked way!" He was blind in one eye, wearing a blindfold, and squinted at the sleepy person in front of him with the other eye.

The man's lower legs and arms did not belong to humans. They seemed to be spliced ​​together with animal limbs, obviously undergoing cruel human body modification.

Professor Dawkins scoffed at the unaesthetic research on human body modification: "Don't bother me, Daly, prepare a 20% concentration of medicine."

He called his assistant's name, but he didn't hear a response after calling several times. When he turned around, he was shocked by the three people standing silently behind him.

Caesar could figure out this person's strength with just one glance - he looked tall, but in reality he was not working hard and was a waste.

So he unceremoniously went up and strangled the other person's neck, and while covering the other person's mouth, he said softly: "You can answer whatever we ask, don't play tricks."

Professor Dawkins was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead. He squinted at the assistant lying on the ground beside him, and nodded frantically.

He waved his hands, and the clothes on his arms slipped off, revealing a half-cut mark, which seemed to be a fox's face, with simple lines, and the face was actually a bit cute, with round eyes, but unfortunately only half.

Caesar was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Are you a sentinel or a guide?"

Professor Dawkins was able to breathe a sigh of relief, not knowing why: "Wh, what kind of sentinel or guide?"

Caesar calmed down, checked carefully, and confirmed that this person was an ordinary person, with neither the aura of a sentinel nor the aura of a guide on his body. It was he who thought of the same half-marked mark on his and Oswald's arms. Some check in.

The general strode forward to look around, and finally looked directly at this extremely sloppy looking man.

"What's going on here?"

Professor Dawkins was still out of breath: "Human... human body enhancement experiment, what else can it be?"

This is obviously a laboratory, and the interior is quite large. There are more than a dozen test benches alone, and several of them are lying on people. The admiral looked at the nearest test bench in front of him. The queen frowned, stepped forward and turned over the other person's body to look at the back, and his eyes sank: "The person of the sea monster."

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