Chapter 36 Humanoid Weapon 6
While waiting for the adjutant to come, the system said that it had unlocked a hidden memory of the original owner by lighting up a special illustrated book.
The original owner finally recovered some of his memory, and Yan Bei of course chose to watch it immediately without hesitation.
Cold, cold light, hot body, cold instruments, cut skin, boiling blood...
The cold medicine was injected, and every boiling cell was clamoring with pain.
He seemed to have been experiencing this for as long as he could remember, day after day, day after day.
The soft skin gradually becomes as hard as steel.
"He is the only subject who has survived all the mutations so far."
The repetitive pain gradually becomes numb.
"He is the most perfect experiment I have ever created."
The thinking mind gradually becomes blank.
"No, that's not right. Why is he like a piece of wood? Why doesn't he obey my instructions?"
The soul gradually becomes transparent.
"No, I must have used the wrong medicine. Give me that one now."
"No, sir. My life force is slipping away quickly."
"Stop talking nonsense and save me quickly!"
"No... the weakening has stopped, no. The energy value in his body is constantly rising, he is, he is destroying himself!!"
“Stop him!”
“I can’t do it…”
“Stop him!!”
"Stop yelling, sir! Just run now!"
"No!!! Don't take me away! Don't take me away!! Stop him! Stop him! No..."
"No--..."
The noisy sounds gradually faded away, the cold white light gradually became hot, and everything in the laboratory disappeared in the hot white light.
When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by a completely unfamiliar environment. All kinds of colors that he had never seen before appeared in front of Yan Bei.
A sound came from behind...
"Who are you?"
…
The recollection ends here, because it was an almost immersive experience at the time, so when he came out of the memory, he was still affected by the despair of the original owner.
But at this moment there is no time to think about the information contained in it. Yan Bei has to suppress his emotions for the time being and deal with the current matters.
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Lance took Yanbei back to the barracks.
Without giving him time to adjust to his role as adjutant, Yan Bei immediately planned to select his troops and set out to quell the rebel rebellion.
But he couldn't move at this time, so he dictated each order while lying on the bed, and then Lance, his adjutant, passed it on.
The entire camp moved because of his order. On the morning of the tenth day, an army ready to go was waiting for Yan Bei on the parade ground.
But before the departure, the deputy commander fell ill due to a sudden virus. In a hurry, he had to apply to his superiors to let his deputy Garcia temporarily take over the duties of deputy commander to avoid affecting the march of the entire team because of his own fate.
His superiors approved his application quickly without even alarming Yan Bei. After all, no one wanted to disturb the emperor's favorite with such an unimportant matter at this juncture.
Yan Bei noticed Garcia's familiar face during the military parade, but he didn't take it seriously because the protagonist Sha Jiagang had found a reason to have his superiors transfer him to the south not long ago, so he was not in the army that was about to set out.
This seemed like a good idea. He always felt that the boy was the number one destabilizing factor and would affect his future plans, so he put out some bait in advance to lure him out.
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It was almost night when Yan Bei rushed to the Imperial Army camp in the southwest battlefield. He refused the invitation to dinner from the former commander of the camp and came to the platform alone in the early morning. Coincidentally, Clive, the commander-in-chief of the enemy army, happened to be observing here.
When he saw Yan Bei in front of the camera, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon he realized that Yan Bei was also observing him, and he was only relying on his naked eyes.
There was no unnecessary probing. With just one glance, Clive was able to confirm that the man in the camera with silver hair, a frosty face and a beauty as beautiful as a mannequin was the enemy's new leader who had never shown his face before. After looking at Yan Bei twice more, Clive did something that surprised all the guards around him.
He smiled, then raised his right arm in a friendly gesture of greeting.
"Teacher, what are you doing?" The people around him looked at him in surprise, and froze in the middle of their nervous defensive movements, not knowing what he meant.
"What a clean look..." Clive did not respond to the question raised by the people around him, but stared at Yan Bei in the camera and muttered to himself. He saw that the latter ignored his actions, but turned around and left the platform with an expressionless face.
Clive stood up from the mirror and said with regret: "I have only seen such pure eyes in children... Who is that guy..."
After expressing his feelings about this enemy whom he met for the first time, Clive looked at the others present and said, "Come back with me. When we get back, have a good rest and be fully energized for tomorrow."
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The next day, before daybreak, the Imperial Army's artillery bombarded the rebel camp.
Clive didn't even have time to wash up. He hurriedly put on a coat and hid in the defense bunker under the escort of the bodyguards. Before he even to deploy and command the counterattack began, he heard the officer's panicked report in the liaison, "The enemy's artillery shells are coming in force, but, but they all missed..."
"None of them?" Clive asked in confusion.
"Yes, they have been shelling for half an hour, but we have not lost anything so far except the soil."
Another half hour later, the Imperial Army finally stopped the useless bombardment and started fighting with real weapons.
Clive also changed into combat uniform and went to the battlefield.
Then, how should I put it? This battle was something he had never experienced in his entire decades of life.
The enemy was too weak, like a group of freshmen who had not even graduated from military school. They had a bunch of cutting-edge equipment and weapons but were so flustered that they didn't even know how to use them.
The rebels won the battle almost effortlessly and captured a large number of prisoners and brand new equipment.
Clive did not stay too long at the celebration banquet and returned to his room early. He was not as happy as those young soldiers. His heart was full of doubts and speculations about the strange battle in the daytime. Recalling the silver-haired figure he saw yesterday, Clive wondered with worry, what on earth was he going to do?
What are you doing?
The system also had the same question. It asked, "Should we just let the rebels win? The emperor is not going to play along and doesn't want the whitewashing value?"
Yan Bei sat down at his seat, folded his hands under his chin, stared straight at the open space in front of him, with an unfathomable smile on his face.
[I changed my mind. Doesn't the Emperor's control device have any power over us?]
【What about the character setting? What about the whitewashing value? 】
【Whitewashing value… isn't it halfway achieved? No matter where it comes from, as long as half is achieved, it's considered a pass. As for the character setting? How can this be considered a character setting failure? The original work did not mention that the villain Yan Bei was actually a product of a laboratory, and naturally did not reveal that he had actually been brainwashed and controlled by the emperor.】
Yan Bei paused for a moment, and then continued, "So as long as we reveal these settings to the protagonist, it will be recognized by the world consciousness as a public setting. Then, as a scapegoat who is deeply controlled and brainwashed? He escaped from the controlled state because of a little accident. Then, after learning the truth, why can't he turn around and choose to retaliate against the emperor of the empire and his "father" out of anger? 】
[That seems to be true.] The system was convinced by him, [But if that's the case, the victory of the rebels is too easy. A novel with such a hasty ending will definitely be criticized as a bad ending.]
Yan Bei waved his hands nonchalantly, [But my mission is just to help the small world avoid destruction. As for the interest level of the novel, that is a question for the author to consider, and it is none of my business——]
He was talking to the system when there was a knock on the door. Before he could say anything, the person who knocked on the door hurried in.
Yan Bei looked over and saw the former commander of the camp walking in with several notices in his hand.
The other officers who came with him were standing at the door. The original commander frowned when he saw him, "General Yan! The order you just issued is not right. It is obvious that the genius is because of this--"
He had only said half of his words when he suddenly raised his head because he felt something was thorny in his back - he saw Yan Bei, who was sitting at the top, looking at him expressionlessly with his hands folded. The light shining from above cast a dark shadow on his eyebrows, the bottom of his nose and all the downward-turned face. The face that was so beautiful and charming in the daytime, now revealed a sinister aura and Shura-like murderous intent.
The commander was frightened by his look and stepped back repeatedly, but he had not taken a few steps before he bumped into something and fell backwards. As he fell, he looked at the shadows in the four corners of the room. He didn't know when black figures appeared one after another, and behind him, the officers who came with him disappeared silently.
In front of him, the ghost-like man had stood up from his seat and walked around the table towards him.
Isn't he a trusted minister of the emperor? What does he want to do?
The commander closed his eyes. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear that he had never experienced before in his life. A shadow named Yan Bei hung over his head.
"Commander, everything has been handled." Lance walked in and reported to Yan Bei.
Yan Bei nodded without saying anything.
Overnight, all the military officers in the entire barracks who obeyed the emperor were controlled by Yan Bei's personal soldiers, and those vacant officials were replaced by ordinary soldiers whom he had carefully selected from the barracks some time ago.
From now on, this was no longer the Emperor's Imperial Army, but his Imperial Army of the North.
In the following week, Yan Bei continued to pretend to accompany Clive to fight back and forth a few times, tirelessly sending prisoners and equipment there. The guarded border line was retreated again and again, almost retreating to the palace, but no battle report from here was sent to the palace.
Just when Yan Bei was thinking about whether to use the same old trick to take down the other three lines, or to lead the rebel army to attack the palace and capture the leader first, the emperor took the initiative to contact him.
The old man in the dark mist looked older than the last time I saw him.
After emerging from the black mist again, Yan Bei found with regret that the system still could not crack his strange summoning method.
On the other side, Garcia, who sensed the danger early and swiftly avoided Yanbei's "all-out killing of officers" plan, finally reconnected with the palace.
"...Yes, this is the real situation of the entire southwest line now." Garcia held the communicator and reported all the information truthfully without any scruples.
The person on the other end of the phone didn't reply for a long time. Just when Garcia was wondering if the signal had been interrupted by an accident, a voice that sounded so old that it surprised him came over, "Garcia? I'll remember you. Go back and keep an eye on him for me."
"Received, Your Majesty." Garcia put down the connector and quickly disassembled it into a pile of unrelated parts.
During the demolition process, he kept thinking back to the voice he had just heard. It sounded old and weak, like an old man lying on a sickbed, barely staying alive with the help of nutritional injections. How could such a voice belong to the legendary general? And how could it be an emperor who could rule the empire for more than a hundred years?
He had recently been given the honor of working directly for the palace, but because of what Dieter and his gang had done, he was implicated and forced to suspend his work and be under observation.
Garcia is the son of a petty noble and equipment merchant in the imperial capital who has fallen to the point of being destitute. When he was forced to stay at home, Garcia began to try to run the family business. Several low-key and ordinary small workshops produced the same type of experimental equipment that was never circulated on the market all year round, and these equipment were taken away by the same group of mysterious customers every month.
Who was this provided for? After witnessing a transaction, Garcia followed quietly out of curiosity, but he was discovered and almost died.
"It's %...*'s child..." Before the killer could take action, someone stopped him.
He was lucky to survive, and because of this accident he learned that his father, who had always been silent and useless, was actually a confidant who had been working for the emperor. Therefore, when he learned that the emperor intended to find someone to monitor the new commander for him, Garcia accepted it without hesitation.
He therefore returned to the barracks, and after restoring everything to its original state, Garcia walked out of the room.
Outside, a colleague from the Imperial Army greeted him, "Grace, where are you going so late?"
"The room is a bit stuffy, I'm coming out to get some fresh air." Garcia turned around and greeted the acquaintance warmly.
Oh, by the way, he forgot to mention that this prop that can change one's appearance and even evade genetic monitoring was obtained by him trading intelligence with someone in a bar.
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"Doctor! Doctor!" An angry and weak voice echoed in the room.
"Your Majesty, what happened, Your Majesty?"
"My sword! My sword stabbed me in the back! When exactly did it happen? When did it break free? Didn't you notice it?"
"Your Majesty! There is nothing we can do about this. But I have another way to solve this problem for you." A dark shadow that was even darker than the surroundings quietly emerged from under the doctor's feet.
"What can we do?"
"All you need to do is... completely control him, erase all his thoughts, and eliminate your enemy at the same time."
"You? You actually?" The emperor was so angry that he couldn't even finish a sentence. "Since you have such a method? Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"Forget it, let's do as you say... go ahead." The emperor seemed to have calmed down because his troubles were solved, and he belatedly realized that he was disgusted with his ugly behavior of losing control just now.
The doctor left as quietly as he had come.
Finally it came, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
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An urgent military order was issued from the imperial palace and delivered all the way to Yan Bei on the southwest frontier.
"Peace talks?" Yan Bei looked at the thing in his hand and snorted. "The old emperor knows the situation so quickly. He is well-informed."
Lance stood quietly beside him, saying nothing.
This was a room for discussing warfare. In addition to them, there were seven or eight young officers. Although everyone was there, there was not much about the battlefield. After all, they only needed to use one tactic to fight the rebels, that is, retreat! retreat! retreat.
At this time, an underground officer rolled his eyes and approached carefully to ask, "The emperor wants to negotiate with the rebels? Then should we surrender to the rebels directly?"
"Negotiation? How do we negotiate? Do we divide the territory and stop interfering with each other, or does the emperor...what should we do then? Will the rebels really not treat us differently because we are citizens of the capital?"
Listening to the following words, Yan Bei fell into deep thought for a while. The emperor actually meant that he only needed to keep the capital and a small piece of land to the north of the capital. The rest of the land would belong to the rebels. From then on, the two sides signed a peace treaty, not interfering in each other's internal affairs, not actively provoking war, and coexisting peacefully.
It sounds quite normal, and it fits the current situation of the emperor. However, Yan Bei always feels that the old man has done so many things that he would not be willing to accept such a result.
What was he planning to do by designing this? In fact, directly refusing the peace talks and attacking the palace would have been the correct choice, but he was not the only commander of the huge imperial army. The other armies in the east, south, north and south were also not pushovers. If he had to fight hard, it would probably not be resolved in a day or a month, and it was unknown how many casualties would be incurred in the meantime.
Moreover, if the fight continues, there is no guarantee that they will not take out that kind of weapon. By then, it will not only be a question of whether he can complete the mission, but also whether he can successfully return to the quick-play game.
Moreover, when the negotiation warrant was received, the task progress bar in the system space jumped directly to 90%.
Maybe this is really the correct way to finally pass the game?
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The news that the emperor was preparing to surrender and negotiate with the rebels spread from the capital to the outside. When it reached Shajia's ears, he was staying in the room preparing to contact Buck.
Peace talks? This is naturally a good thing. Shajia thought so, but after receiving the signal from the other side, he learned from Buck that the Imperial Army required the Rebel Army's teacher Clive to go to the Sky Garden at the border between the two armies to sign the peace agreement in person, and specifically noted a few requirements, such as requiring him to go in person and absolutely not allowing others to go on his behalf.
The rebels naturally disagreed with this request. Shaka also thought so. He said to the other end of the phone, "Even if it is a peace negotiation, there is no need to send Teacher Clive in person. Besides, it is obvious that we have the upper hand now. It is only a matter of time before the Imperial Army loses."
"Yes." Buck agreed, "But the teacher thought that peace talks were a good thing, so he didn't intend to hastily reject the Imperial Army's proposal. After many twists and turns, he finally finalized new guidelines with the Empire. Teacher Clive led a team of personal guards and the Imperial Army's commander Yan Bei, who came alone, signed and negotiated the agreement in the Sky Garden. The whole process will be reported live, and they sent the royal seal representing faith and the new proposal together."
"Even so..." Shajia frowned, and couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the intercom. When he thought that Mr. Clive might agree to such a proposal, his heart was lifted up in an instant. "I can't agree to it either. It's only a matter of time before the Imperial Army loses. But even if they give in, they must ask Mr. Clive to go. It's obvious that the dog emperor has no good ideas!"
"I don't agree either!" The middle-aged man slammed the table angrily, his eyes widened and his nostrils flared with anger all directed at Clive who was standing with his back to the crowd. "That bastard in the imperial capital has no credibility!"
"Yes, this is obviously a trick. You are the most important person here, so you can't put yourself in danger, Clive." Another person sitting next to him also echoed the advice.
"Yes, yes, a person of such wealth should not sit idle in the hall. Clive, you can't make a decision on your own on this matter."
The other people in the room did not speak, but at a glance, their faces showed the same intention, rejecting the stupid proposal of the empire. As long as Clive gave the order, they would immediately respond to the call and attack the capital and overthrow the old emperor.
During their protest, Clive stood facing the wall, listening to them silently without saying a word.
After a long moment, a soft sigh was heard in the noisy room, and everyone else suddenly shut up.
The plain figure standing in front slowly turned around. Clive was not very old, but his forehead was wrinkled by long thoughts. He had short hair that was half black and half white. His face was kind and gentle, and his eyes were filled with deep and unfathomable sadness.
As soon as his eyes came over, the people sitting below couldn't help but sit up straight to listen to him.
The setting sun shone through the window, illuminating half of Clive's face with warmth and golden brilliance, while the silver edges emitted a faint glow.
He looked at everyone present carefully one by one, and then slowly said, "The people of the Empire and our companions, we were all human beings before we became enemies."
"Mil." He looked at the middle-aged man who first slammed the table in protest and said, "You were the first companion who helped me to establish the resistance army. At that time, we were just a hidden underground organization. Now it has been twenty years since then. How many companions have we sacrificed along the way?"
"...Every time I see the list of sacrifices, I feel blood dripping here..."
Clive pointed to his chest and looked ahead while trying to hold back his sobs. "I don't want to see any more of my companions die..."
After he said this, almost everyone sitting in the room had tears in their eyes. At this moment, the door was suddenly opened from the outside. Buck held the contactor in one hand, and his eyes searched around and quickly locked on Clive.
"Teacher, Shaka wants to talk to you."
Clive took the phone and just put it to his ear, he heard Shaka's heavy breathing coming from the other end.
"Hoohoo - Teacher, even if you want to go, please take me with you, okay?"
When Shajia heard the new proposal, he knew that he would not be able to stop Clive this time. He did not care about anything else and immediately opened the door and ran out while holding the contactor.
Ignoring the people who tried to stop him on the road, Shaka ran all the way to the parking place. The sound of the engine starting and Clive's silent voice sounded at the same time.
"Shajia, you could have left me a long time ago."
"Teacher..." Shajia didn't understand what he meant.
"You are excellent and amazing. You are the best student I have ever taught. And you should know that when I am not around, you are the only one who can keep everyone together and avoid division."
"You are the one who can lead the empire forward."
After saying this, Clive ended the call without any regrets.
"No..." Shajia held the steering wheel with one hand and increased the speed to the fastest, wishing he could return to the rebel army right now.
But no matter how fast he drove, he couldn't cross half of the empire and get back overnight.
Tomorrow morning is the time the two parties have agreed to hold peace talks.
early morning.
The two armies were stationed opposite each other in the sky garden surrounding the peace talks, with a distance of only 100 meters between them. Originally, they should not be so close, but the two sides had become so familiar with each other after playing house for the past few days that they were not wary of each other. They all wanted to get closer to the garden, especially the rebels, who wanted to follow Clive in.
Although it was named as a garden, it was actually a very plain building. Yan Bei had asked the system to check the inside long ago to make sure that there were no surprises that the emperor had ambushed for him, so he walked in quite relaxed at this time.
But unexpected accidents are never something you can avoid just by being fully prepared.
In the room, Yan Bei sat alone on one side, while Clive sat on the opposite side with a team of twenty-four personal soldiers.
The two sides seemed to have a huge gap in strength, but the cold aura on Yan Bei was not at all overshadowed by the opponent's numerical advantage.
This was the first time that Ba Wei met Yan Beiben. When he saw his cold and inhuman eyes, he couldn't help but frowned heavily.
He turned and made eye contact with the person next to him.
You tell me, if this seemingly ordinary guy suddenly explodes and is determined to fight to the death, can the twenty-four of us really help Mr. Clive escape unscathed?
Receiving his strange look, the man opposite him showed a hint of doubt in his eyes? He also made a face to convey this doubt.
How is this possible? There's no way this guy is a human meat grinder. Besides, he didn't even bring a weapon with him. How could he do that?
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