Chapter 309 Breakthrough
A hint of blood-red suddenly appeared in the transparent tube, and then began to spread at an alarming speed. The blue potion that was slowly being pumped into the holy coffin was dyed blood-colored almost in the blink of an eye!
The main operator, who was keeping a close eye on the medicine pipeline, of course noticed the abnormal phenomenon immediately. Along with the fear in his heart, he instantly acted at the fastest speed in his life - this member of the monastic order almost left an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye he had pressed the emergency stop button next to the holy coffin.
However, the emergency stop button did not work - not just the emergency stop button, but all the control devices around the coffin did not work.
"The operating system is offline!" An assistant screamed beside him, "Father! This thing can't be stopped!"
"Smash the pipes! Cut off the electricity!"
"Give me the axe!"
With a loud bang, the monastic member who served as the main operator raised the fire axe and smashed it hard on the pipe connected to the holy coffin. Then, without hesitation, he smashed it down several times, directly smashing the power wiring harness and nerve tubes on one side of the platform. A huge noise echoed in the holy coffin room, and the system alarm prompt sounded throughout the room in a weird and out-of-tune voice, and then it suddenly fell silent. A series of explosion sparks spread along the base of the holy coffin, briefly illuminating every terrified face at the scene.
Then, everything became quiet. Only the holy coffin in the center of the platform was still emitting a slight smoke, and the lights on its surface indicating a malfunction were flashing continuously.
"...Have we stopped it?" The main operator holding a fire axe in his hand had a trembling voice, staring at the smoking holy coffin, and said to himself.
"It's over," a low-level monk lamented nearby, "We destroyed the holy coffin, and the saint must have been damaged as well - how will the sage punish us?"
"We saved her!" another low-level monk said immediately, but his voice was obviously filled with a hint of nervousness and fear, "We prevented a more fatal mistake! You also saw just now..."
But before he could finish, the high-ranking monk who served as the main operator suddenly interrupted him: "Shh! Quiet!"
Everyone at the scene fell silent instantly, and then they finally heard a faint voice coming from the holy coffin.
There was a slight metallic friction sound, like nails scratching against a shell.
A low-level monk suddenly showed a look of horror, but before he could speak, there was a loud bang at the scene - the heavy outer shell of the holy coffin suddenly opened, and a huge force directly lifted the originally stuck locking structure. The metal parts flew out in the air, leaving a track that could not be seen by the naked eye, and hit the head of the high-level monk exactly, directly smashing his mask and cutting off half of his head! A tall and slender figure jumped out of the holy coffin, and almost moved instantly, and came to the front of the low-level monk in an instant.
"An, safety protocol, execute E-12..." The low-level monk subconsciously recited the emergency shutdown command that he had practiced countless times before entering the Holy Coffin Room to serve. However, he only had time to spit out a few words before he felt a chill and a sharp pain piercing his chest directly.
He lowered his head and saw several sharp blades being pulled out of his chest, with a crushed heart hanging between the blades.
"... Damn... it..." The low-level cultivator fell down with blood spitting out of his mouth. In his rapidly tilting and dimming vision, he saw that several other low-level cultivators standing nearby had all fallen down at some point.
The only sound left in the holy coffin room was the low humming sound of various devices in operation. The artificial saint covered in a pitch-black shell stood quietly in front of the holy coffin, her body still stained with the blood of the fallen monks. Warm yellow light poured down from the sky, shining on her body like a beam of light from heaven, like a holy statue full of holiness, yet filled with a weird atmosphere.
It remained quiet for who knows how long, and then the "holy statue" suddenly moved again.
She raised her head stiffly and slowly, her neck joints making a creaking noise, and her beautiful yet empty face with a pale smile looked towards a corner of the room. Although her expression did not change, she was obviously staring at that place.
After a moment, a figure walked out from the corner.
Yu Sheng stopped about ten meters away from the artificial saint.
He had actually been resurrected a long time ago, and for some time he had been strolling around the corridors and rooms nearby.
Most of the structure of this spaceship has become an extension of his body. The monitoring devices spread throughout the space inside the ship are his eyes, and the strict hull sensing system is his nerves. He has been moving around openly outside - with most of the spaceship's systems having "changed hands", no cultist can detect him.
This death-resurrection process brought him many new experiences and insights. It was the first time that he transferred his will directly to another "carrier" at the same time of death - the blood spread in advance soaked the spacecraft. The inspiration for the whole process came from the fact that he used clay and his own blood to make Irene's body. Relying on such preparations, he successfully retained the ability to perceive and influence the real world after his "death".
He thought that this experience might be useful next time - although it would require a little preparation, but at least he now had another "optional mode" after death besides falling into that "dark space".
But that is a matter for the future. Now, he has to find a way to solve the problem of the "saint" in front of him.
The iron puppet was already in a state of confusion, but was still violently resisting his power.
Yu Sheng could clearly feel the intense emotions coming from the cold body in front of him - anger, hostility, sadness, and... a fiery power driven by a sense of justice? Yu Sheng was not sure whether the emotions he sensed through the blood were accurate, but he did feel these things, which made him a little confused.
This killing machine... is driven by a sense of justice? She does not act entirely on the orders of the monastics, but has her own judgment and subjective motivation?
The body of the artificial saint trembled slightly. She fought against the power in her body that did not belong to her and slowly took a step towards Yu Sheng - the stiff and slow movements were no longer graceful, but firm and unwavering.
"I think we can talk first," Yu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you really have complete wisdom and can understand what I am saying, I have some questions for you."
(The dark monster roared irritatingly)
The iron puppet staggered, but obviously quickened its pace, with murderous intent boiling in its blood.
Yu Sheng frowned when he saw this, but he continued, "Can you understand me? When I tried to touch the coffin just now, I saw some strange pictures... There is a wheat field in your memory, right?"
(The illusory demonic voice is still trying to seduce) The iron puppet stepped over a fallen monastic member, her feet stepped through the pool of blood, and she kicked away the still soft arm of the corpse.
(The martyr who fell here for some unknown reason... may his compatriots rest in peace)
She looked up and saw the lights in the sanctuary flickering. Ominous purple smoke was floating between the magnificent glass dome. The sound of the hymns had become broken and intermittent. The spirits serving the sanctuary huddled behind candlesticks and curtains. Dirty blood was dripping from the iron chains that stretched across the sanctuary. The demon creature with a humanoid outline was standing not far away, uttering blasphemous and bewitching voices.
She lowered her head and saw the holy sword in her hand shining, and the blood-stained armor was still covered with light.
Although the knights who left their hometown with him have died in battle, their heroic and noble souls are still with him.
When this long expedition is over, on the day of triumph, she will still be able to bring their souls back to that peaceful homeland.
So she smiled, and began to accelerate towards the devil, just like when she was eight years old and raised a wooden stick and charged towards the scarecrow not far away in the wheat field.
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The iron puppet rushed over, and a series of disturbing noises came from its body which was seriously malfunctioning due to the out-of-control restart process. The cold and empty alloy face was smiling, but blood-like liquid oozed from the edges of the face. Then she jumped high, her body twisted into a weird and terrifying angle in the air, and the cold and shining fingertips pierced straight towards Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng had to dodge backwards, and at the same time felt a tremendous...pressure.
This pressure was not because of the opponent's attack - in fact, the artificial saint at this moment was countless times weaker than the two times he had seen her before. Her speed was very slow and her strength was greatly reduced. Although she pounced on him with ferocious momentum, each of her movements was full of weaknesses. She no longer had that deadly elegance and agility. It would not be difficult to deal with her even without the assistance of Irene and Hu Li.
But he sensed something else.
It was a heavy mental pressure, a burden that was transmitted directly to his mind through the blood connection.
He dodged, but then the sharp blades stabbed in front of him again.
The iron puppet was like a wild beast out of control, attacking without any plan.
The loud noise of weapons clashing echoed in the room, accompanied by the sound of metal tearing.
Sparks began to appear between the joints of the artificial saint, and it seemed that something in her body was gradually melting, with sparks and smoke bursting out from the cracks in the shell from time to time. There was even a disturbing sticky liquid seeping out from some of her joints, dripping onto the ground like spilled plasma, burning holes in the floor.
"Wait! There's something wrong with your body!" Yu Sheng dodged or blocked the opponent's attack while shouting, "Stop for a moment! You're dying!"
The iron puppet said nothing and just kept attacking.
Like a saint who is obsessed with martyrdom.
Yu Sheng had to distance himself from the other party again, and then prepared to directly manipulate the nearby floor and walls to imprison this crazy iron puppet.
However, as soon as he retreated, the iron puppet seemed to have regained its peak, forcibly reversing the inertia of its previous posture, and then approached him like a ghost.
“Fuck—”
Yu Sheng only had time to scream and raised his hand subconsciously, and then he felt a chill in his chest.
Another two cuts and eight holes.
He fell under a pillar, pulled the corner of his mouth, and looked at the pale face close at hand: "... Big sister, try another trick."
But the iron puppet did not respond and did not move anymore.
She finally...died? (End of this chapter)
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