Chapter 311: The End of Fanaticism
The darkness shattered in silence, and the last memory of the deceased returned to eternal peace. The scene in front of him shook a few times and gradually returned to the appearance of the holy coffin room - that long life memory actually only passed for a moment in reality. When Yu Sheng could see his surroundings clearly again, a drop of "blood" from the cheek of the artificial saint had just dripped onto the ground.
Yu Sheng blinked and took a few seconds to clear his mind and return to the real world from the too real memory. Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the iron doll that was still pressing on him.
The cold killing machine remained motionless, and now even the slight noise within its body had disappeared.
Yu Sheng was feeling weak from the excessive blood loss and the damage to his vital organs. He felt that his short life was coming to an end. Next, he could lie here quietly and wait for death, and then send the remaining members of the monastery on the ship to the Secret Service as planned.
But he sat there leaning against the pillar for half a minute, suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, and then spat a mouthful of bloody saliva to the side.
"What the hell."
Still have some strength.
Yu Sheng exerted more strength and finally succeeded in pushing the body of the artificial saint to the ground. Then he slowly stood up, bent down, and lifted the heavy body of the iron doll from under his armpits. After trying two or three times, he finally pulled her up with one force.
He dragged the cold steel slowly towards the center of the room. He became exhausted several times but never stopped to rest. The symptoms of death gradually appeared in his body but he suppressed them forcefully. After a lot of effort, he finally brought the iron doll to the device connected to many pipes and cables, and used his shoulders to push her into the "iron coffin".
"I don't know if this thing can still be used, and I don't know if my next operation will work on you," Yu Sheng held the outer shell of the iron coffin and looked at the beautiful but cold and empty face in front of him. "I always do things based on thinking. Just now you reached out your hand to me. Although I didn't hear what you said clearly, I felt that you were asking for help."
He took a breath, raised his hand to adjust the position of the artificial saint's arm, then pulled up the heavy "coffin lid" next to it and slowly closed it.
"You killed me twice. I 'killed' those friends who left your hometown with you. We have a deep hatred for each other, but from another perspective, I personally don't care much about life and death, and your 'friends'... have not been them for many years, so I think we can let this matter go," Yu Sheng muttered to himself. While staying awake in this way, he dipped his fingers in the little blood that flowed from his chest and carefully smeared it on the holy coffin. "Compared to this... those hermits are nothing - I guess you agree with this."
He took two steps back, walked down from the device platform, and observed the environment in the holy coffin room and the tightly closed iron coffin in front of him.
"Okay, that's it. Next, I'll make you an alchemy array, and the rest is up to fate. I'm going to hang up now."
After saying this, he fell backwards with his back to the sky.
Before he fell to the ground, his body began to quickly turn into dust, and finally fell to the ground silently like a handful of loose ash, and dissipated into the air in an instant.
The Holy Coffin Chamber was silent, with only the low hum of some equipment operating echoing in the air.
The bodies of the monastics lay quietly around the holy coffin, gradually cooling down.
Then two seconds later, the ground around the holy coffin suddenly made a slight friction and wriggling sound.
Just like an invisible carving knife scratching across the floor, circular dents appeared all over the room in the blink of an eye, and quickly expanded and connected with each other, forming the most basic soul infusion formula. The center of this alchemical array was the dark iron coffin.
Next to the holy coffin device, the tubes and controllers that were cut off by the cultists began to repair themselves. The "iron coffin" that had been silent for a long time suddenly made a low buzzing sound again.
…
The spaceship became quiet.
But this was not "peace" - it was an eerie and disturbing silence that filled all the channels.
Now, the control room had lost contact with all areas. Communications had been cut off a few minutes ago, followed by surveillance cameras everywhere. In fact, everyone knew that the surveillance footage was no longer reliable, but the intruders were obviously not going to pretend. The surveillance footage that had originally shown "everything was normal" was cut off at a certain moment, and only one line of words flashed on the black screen: "I'm coming to find you."
Finally, the hull perception system went offline.
The machinery compartment, power compartment, storage room, living area, life support system, reactor... the most basic equipment signals in all areas disappeared on the control interface. The entire control hall turned into a closed cage. The huge "Pillar of Order" spacecraft outside the cage seemed to have disappeared from this world out of thin air.
The members of the monastery trapped in the control hall had a feeling that they and this hall were drifting alone in the deep space of the universe. There had never been any pillars of order, no sturdy starship armor and layered protection systems. There was only this hall and a group of rats in the hall - the deadly and cold universe was separated from them by only a thin metal shell, and death whispered to them outside this shell, and gradually seeped into the hall through every vent here.
Perhaps, "ta" has actually seeped in.
The "Sage" was still sitting high on his chair, his face as gloomy as a dark cloud. He said nothing, but everyone in the hall already knew their fate.
The members of the monastery began to check their weapons, and even those who were not combatants were ready for battle.
The service personnel began to distribute the final combat mixture to everyone - including basic drugs that enhance acuity, strength and nerve reaction speed, as well as alchemical potions that block negative emotions and resist mental pollution.
The only three sets of spare power armor in the control hall were distributed to three monks with combat experience.
"The time of martyrdom has come, fellow countrymen," the sage finally stood up, his deep voice breaking the deathly oppression in the hall, "We all know our fate.
"There is a ghost that has infiltrated this ship. It has chased us from the border to here, defiled this sacred pillar of order with blasphemous means, and devoured many of our compatriots with unknown methods. Now we have lost contact with all cabins. Although we cannot determine the specific situation of those lost contact areas... but there is no doubt that they are in danger.
“The people in this hall may be the last survivors of the entire ship.
"Now, all facilities outside the hall have lost control, including the ship's self-destruct function. We can no longer prevent the ghost from infiltrating the ship, but the good news is that at least we completely deleted the star map in the navigation system before the core system was breached.
"Give it your all, my fellow men. Our bodies will die today, but our souls will ascend to the path of holiness, on that lofty step toward order and perfection, the souls of the martyrs will continue to climb with the saints before them, and finally greet the glorious sunrise on the terrace of the Most High Temple.
"For the way to worship the saints, for the way to order and perfection!"
"For the way to worship the saints, for the way to order and perfection!"
The members of the monastery raised their arms and shouted, their blood boiling with the encouragement of the sage. The loyalty and fanaticism engraved deep in their genes were stimulated at this moment. With the help of the potion, they even forgot the pressure and terror they had just felt, the strange changes that had taken place on the ship, the creepy sights, and the whispers that had come from the monitoring channel - a fanatical illusion that seemed to be able to overcome everything encouraged the believers, making them firmly believe that even if the ghost appeared in the hall now, they could defeat the opponent with their loyalty and belief in the path of holiness.
But after the ghost arrives, they realize that this is not a "battle" at all.
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The exclamation of a member of the hermitage was the first to break the frenzy in the hall, awakening those compatriots who were in ecstasy and self-confidence.
"It's alive...Ah! Save me!!"
The screaming monk struggled in his seat, uttering terrifying shouts, and desperately stabbed something around him with the protective dagger in his hand. At the same time, he was gradually wrapped in a layer of metal shell in full view of everyone.
The seat beneath his body melted, and countless restraining branches extended from under the nearby control console. The ground beneath his feet began to wriggle and surge upward as if it had come alive, and the metallic substance instantly accumulated into a thick shell, imprisoning him firmly.
Then, similar exclamations rang out throughout the hall—
"The ground is melting!"
"I'm locked in! I'm locked in!"
"The wall...something is flowing on the wall!"
"This ship is alive! It's screaming in my head!"
The sage stood up from his seat. There was no fear on his face. He just stared at a certain direction in the hall.
He saw that the alloy wall was flowing like melt. Several members of the monastery who were near the edge of the hall were stuck in the wall. They were not dead, but were locked in the wall. They were still struggling and squirming desperately.
And in the center of the flowing and wriggling wall, a face gradually emerged.
The face took up almost one-third of the entire wall, quietly overlooking the chaotic hall from above.
"Your speech just now was really passionate," the face said, his voice like two pieces of steel rubbing and colliding, "but what about those whose brains you dug out and memories you extracted?"
The sage was a little surprised, but then he seemed to understand something. He walked towards the face calmly, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone: "That was a noble sacrifice—"
Before he could finish his words, a metal pipe as thick as a beam came crashing down from the roof.
"Sacrifice your uncle!"
(End of this chapter)
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