Chapter 40 Humanoid Weapon 9

"Commander!" Lance was also covered in wounds at this time, feeling very uncomfortable, but he still rushed to Yan Bei's side as soon as possible.

The latter seemed to have finally stopped attacking because of Shaka's departure. Although he was covered with wounds, his face remained expressionless, and judging from his expression, it seemed that nothing serious was happening.

But he glanced at Lance coldly, then immediately closed his eyes and fainted.

Lance's heart suddenly jumped up, and he immediately stepped forward to catch Yan Bei.

This time, Yan Bei finally stayed in the treatment room obediently for seven whole days. During these seven days, earth-shaking changes took place outside.

While he was unable to show up, Sha Jia led the rebels to capture city after city. The fire of the uprising was about to burn into the palace again, but Yan Bei fell into a coma and was unable to wake up.

The anxious and frustrated emperor appointed Garcia as the new commander and assigned Yan Bei's army to him. Garcia was a powerful figure. Although he was completely unfamiliar with the situation and not good at fighting, he was able to command the army earlier and block Shajia outside, but that was all he could do.

During these seven days, Lance's men carefully investigated the battle of that day, trying to find the culprit that caused the situation in Yanbei. At the end of all the clues, it turned out to be from an abandoned research institute in the south.

"Boss." A voice came from the tiny earphones.

Lance tapped his nails.

"I carefully searched the area around the military camp and the people around the rebel general during those days, and I found a strange existence."

Lance tapped his nails.

"That was a very strange guy, dirty like a beggar, and mentally ill and crazy. Then I found another result through genetic comparison."

Lance tapped his nails twice.

"... That man was in the news a lot when he was young. He was a well-known genius. Later, he disappeared after an experimental accident... He probably defected from the abandoned laboratory at that time. Information about his pursuit can still be found in various corners over the years... The things that could affect him at that time... were probably brought out by that man. Coincidentally, this laboratory overlaps with the target we were tracking down before."

The unknown secret entered Lance's mind through the headphones.

Lance checked the time, then tapped his nails once, then twice.

The contact was over. He left the room, and it was time for the commander's treatment to end. He was going to pick up his superior.

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A dripping sound.

The elevator door opened. Lance stood behind Yan Bei and took a look. It was Chief Garcia who walked in.

Lance made way for him and greeted him, but the latter didn't even look at him. He had been staring at Yan Bei with a slight smile since he came in, while Yan Bei was staring at the moving scenery outside the glass with an expressionless face and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

He didn't feel embarrassed, and just looked at Yan Bei from head to toe and from toe to head several times, with a bit of happiness in his eyes, as if he was observing the ultimate surprise at an auction.

After a long moment he sighed, and Garcia's regretful voice and the elevator bell rang at the same time.

"How can a machine go out of control one day? Did your adjutant mother forget to lubricate your shaft?"

The sarcasm and contempt in his words instantly changed Lance's expression. When he turned around and was about to have a good argument with the superior, Yan Bei suddenly raised his hand, which interrupted Lance's action.

This action was somewhat unexpected. After all, the commander had always ignored Garcia's verbal attacks. Except when he was not on the battlefield, he would pay attention to the situation around him. At other times, he was like a person living in a glass house, never caring about, listening to, or looking at his surroundings.

Not to mention stopping Lance at this moment. Lance reacted in an instant. What changes happened to him when he was unaware?

But he just raised his hand, then walked out of the elevator without doing anything, and Lance followed closely behind.

Garcia watched the two people leaving with some boredom, thinking there would be some interesting changes, but the result was still the same.

The sound of kicking and clacking echoed in the empty and dim corridor. Wherever the sound was heard, the lights would light up briefly.

Lance walked behind, watching the figure in front walking faster and faster until it suddenly stopped in front of the room. Yan Bei's rapid breathing echoed in the empty corridor.

Lance lowered his head as he looked at the figure in front of him. He raised his hand and placed it on the door, but did not press it for a long time.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Lance couldn't help but widen his eyes. He heard his own violently beating heart. He tried his best to lower his breathing and weaken his presence. He saw clearly that a familiar feeling was gradually resurrecting from the commander's body.

He didn't dare to speak out, for fear of affecting this change.

Puff -- Puff --

The surroundings became quiet, with only the sound of Lance's light breathing being heard.

After a while, Yan Bei, who had been facing the wall, turned around and looked at Lance. Big beads of sweat emerged from his white forehead, and his glass-like eyes were filled with struggle and confusion.

"Commander?" Lance asked cautiously and concernedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Bei shook his head, pushed away the hand he extended, and said, "You go first, let me be quiet for a while."

"Okay." Lance didn't understand what was going on, but this was the first time Yan Bei had such a change in two years. Although he was worried and didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, he still obeyed and left.

Seeing him leave and disappear around the corner, Yan Bei couldn't bear it any longer and let out a suppressed gasp. He endured the pain boiling in his body and pressed his palm on the door. After verifying the fingerprint, the door immediately opened to both sides.

Yan Beican walked in hastily and the door closed automatically again.

In the empty white room.

A silver-haired man in white squatted down against the wall. His slender and powerful body was hunched up like a shrimp, and his hands were tightly wrapped around his head, as if he was enduring extreme pain.

He was indeed in great pain at this moment. A strange voice in his head was constantly questioning him.

The tone of the voice was not fierce, but Yan Bei felt a sudden and inexplicable sense of shame and self-blame for his question.

[Who…am… me? ] That voice asked in my head.

Who am I... Yan Bei didn't understand anything and was thinking unconsciously in a daze.

【Who are you? 】

Who are you...

A mysterious and ethereal sound emerged from the pool in his mind, creating a few ripples, like a leaf falling on the lake, floating lightly, but appearing in Yan Bei's mind as heavy as a thousand pounds, like thunder.

Who am I? I am me. How could I not be me? Who else could I be?

This turmoil and self-doubt triggered the self-protection in his mind, and the next moment, there was a sound like a lock clicking.

Then a kind of confident, self-evident, innate and unquestionable knowledge emerged from my mind, covering up this tiny and vague doubt with an absolutely superior and unstoppable attitude.

Who am I?

No, I am Bei Heliod. I am the only child of the Heliod family, a noble family in the capital. I have a happy family life since I was a child. My father is firm and powerful. He is the most powerful former leader of the capital army. My mother is beautiful and gentle. She gave birth to me with great love. I grew up in a manor full of violets and sword orchids. I started learning at the age of four. I was taught by my father’s best friend, the emperor. The respected emperor is always dignified and serious in front of other people, but he will show a kind smile to me. His Majesty is so good to me. He personally taught me the fighting techniques that he was best at when he was young and killed the aliens. In addition, he promised to give me the same honor as my father when I grow up. I am so happy and satisfied. His Majesty the Emperor is the most important person in my soul. My life should have been so perfect, but those abominable bastards dared to rebel against the emperor. Damn it, how could they do that? The entire empire can have a stable life now, but it is all because of His Majesty the Emperor who defeated the aliens. If they don’t feel grateful, then forget it. They dared to rebel. They tried to steal power. A group of monkeys wanted to sit on the throne. My father died on the battlefield to protect the emperor's empire. My emperor lost his most important friend. He was so angry that he promised me that if I wanted to get the same honor as my father, I had to defeat those foreigners. Only then could I be the eldest son of the Heliod family. Yes, I must do this. I must defeat those bastards and crush their ignorant delusions. I will fight for my father, for my family, and for your majesty. I promise my majesty that your majesty is the most important person in my soul. Your majesty is the most important person in my soul. I will fight to protect your majesty's empire. I must fight non-stop. I will never stop. I must defeat the rebels. I will cut off the head of their leaders. I will let them bleed like a river. I will make him pay the price of his wild imagination. I will fight for your majesty. I promise my majesty that I will keep fighting until the last rebel is killed until I bleed to the last drop of blood in my body until I can no longer pick up a weapon. For your majesty! For your majesty! ! ! For your majesty's glory! ! ! Your majesty is the whole meaning of my existence.

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That's right.

That's it.

I am Bei Heliod, always have been, always will be. How can one doubt his own memory?

After a fierce self-examination in his heart, the pain boiling in Yan Bei's head seemed to stop. The distant voice also disappeared, as if it was scared away by Yan Bei's firmness and determination.

Thinking that he had defeated that inexplicable voice, Yan Bei heaved a sigh of relief. He stretched his body and leaned back against the wall, his head hanging weakly on his neck, and he put down his hands and stopped beating his head hard.

The fierce battle with himself just now made his whole body soaked with cold sweat. After resting for a while, he stood up and planned to take a shower, change clothes and then go to the battlefield to drive the rebels out of the territory they had just occupied.

But at this moment, the light and floating sound came back again.

【No, that's not right.】

The next moment after he made the sound, the pain in Yan Bei's head, as if being rolled by a millstone, came back again.

He couldn't help but cry out in pain, and then fell to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, a figure suddenly rushed in from the door and hugged Yan Bei who was on the ground.

But at this moment, Yan Bei was too exhausted from paying attention to his surroundings because of the pain in his head. The voice in his head still kept ringing, and even the pain could not block out his presence.

[No, you are not the eldest son of the Heliod family, nor are you Yan Bei. Who are you? Who are you? You are not Yan Bei at all? Who are you? ]

In the gaps between the voice's increasingly fierce and sharp questioning, Yan Bei was hysterical in his mind. He responded to the voice's questioning with a collapse shout that he had never done before, [What about you? ! Who are you? I am not Yan Bei? Could it be that you are? ]

[Me?] The voice seemed to be stumped by his question, [Who am I? Who am I... I, I don't know, I don't remember, I...]

As he spoke, his voice became quieter and quieter. At the end, a white light exploded in Yan Bei's brain. When the white light reached its peak, the ethereal voice seemed to be swallowed up by the white light and disappeared without a trace just like when it came.

After a long time, the sound that brought severe pain finally disappeared, and Yan Bei opened his eyes.

What meets the eye is a large area of ​​white.

After a while, he moved slightly and found himself soaking in a milky white sticky liquid, surrounded by blurry gray shadows one after another.

Noticing that he had woken up, the shadows came over. Then, the sound of pumping water rang in his ears. The liquid around his body was pumped away through the pipes. The warehouse cover above was opened from the outside, and he sat up subconsciously.

At this moment, a man who was obviously different from the other figures around him walked up to him.

This man was wearing a white uniform over his regular clothes. He had a warm smile on his face. As soon as he walked past, he greeted Yan Bei without any unfamiliarity, "Good morning, we finally meet again, General Heliod."

After saying that, he reached out to Yan Bei and pulled him out of the repair warehouse effortlessly.

After stepping on the ground, Yan Bei turned his neck and found that his body seemed to have returned to a completely healthy state.

He looked up at the man. He was no stranger to the man. In North Heliod's memory, this was his gentle and knowledgeable 'tutor'.

"Why am I here again?" Yan Bei looked around and asked in confusion.

"You may not remember it very well." The man smiled gently, "Your reliable adjutant brought you here. You fell into a coma due to the attack by the rebels."

After his reminder, Yan Bei immediately recalled the scene at that time. The pain was so severe that even though Yan Bei had died countless times on the battlefield, he did not want to experience it again.

"So, it's because of that fight with the rebels that I'm going through all this?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes, the despicable rebels used illegal weapons on you, and your mind was affected by them, which caused you to fall into a coma unexpectedly."

"Is it just because of this?"

"Of course."

"And now, am I still affected by that?"

"No, no, don't worry, we have placed a layer of protection in your brain according to His Majesty's orders."

When Yan Bei heard the word "Your Majesty" in the man's words, a feeling of disgust that made him feel repulsive rose from his stomach, but his years of experience in enduring pain allowed him to conceal the changes in his body very well, so even the sensitive man next to him did not notice his abnormality.

Not intending to stay any longer to continue talking to the man, Yan Bei stopped talking. He nodded expressionlessly and prepared to leave as if everything was fine.

"Oh, right." But the man suddenly seemed to remember something and called him. Yan Bei turned his head silently. The man looked at him with a sincere smile on his face, "General, please remember, no matter what strange voices appear in your mind, please don't care about him or believe him, and don't try to understand him. Those are all sequelae caused by the enemy's mental weapons."

"General, you only need to trust your own 'memory'. In this way, no tricks of the enemy will have any effect on you. General, you will move forward fearlessly."

The nauseous feeling in his stomach became more and more severe, and Yan Bei could hardly suppress the urge to vomit, so he just glanced at the man coldly, then turned around and left in a hurry. After he was out of the man's sight and passed the corner, he suddenly stumbled, and then he held on to the wall and started to vomit.

He vomited for a long time, but the ground was still clean and there was no food residue that would be vomited out through his esophagus.

Yes, in order to better command the Imperial Army and become more powerful, he had voluntarily accepted genetic modification technology at the suggestion of His Majesty. Now he no longer needs this backward ability of eating.

Without thinking any more, he continued to walk forward and left the place. He already knew the war situation outside, so he could not delay here any longer. He had to return to the Imperial camp immediately. He would never make a mistake again. He would kill the annoying mosquito-like rebel leader as soon as possible. He would never let that guy influence him.

He absolutely could not lose, he could not let his Majesty down.

"Commander." Lance was not allowed to go in to see Yan Bei, so he had been waiting outside for Yan Bei to come out. At that time, he had been guarding the door of Yan Bei's room and rushed in as soon as something unexpected happened to him.

But before he could check on the commander, another team of strange people rushed in. They didn't know what they did, but they immediately made the commander, who was curled up in pain, relax and fall asleep. Then they wanted to take the commander away.

How could this be possible? If Lance wanted to stop them, he should at least go with them.

So he followed closely.

Hearing the familiar adjutant's voice, Yan Bei turned his head and glanced at him, then nodded, tacitly agreeing that he should follow.

Countless reports of defeat came in, and Yan Bei had no time to count how many battles those good-for-nothings in the Imperial Army had lost in the past few days.

He didn't care how those scumbags tried to shirk their responsibilities or test his current situation, because he now had a clear target, the leader of the rebels, and if he handled it the same way as his predecessor, the rebels would have to experience failure again.

He needs to replicate the victory from last time so as not to lose the promise he made to His Majesty.

Trying hard to ignore the inexplicable feeling in his heart when he proposed to kill Sha Jia, Yan Bei once again stepped onto the battlefield and became the white devil that the rebels feared.

This operation was even simpler than the last one, as if it was influenced by the shadow left by Yan Bei last time. Many soldiers just made eye contact with him and immediately ran back, abandoning their weapons and armor.

As he approached the battlefield, a sharp whistle began to sound in his head again. A grabbing feeling that seemed to come from the depths of his soul began to play tricks under his skin, as if it wanted to peel off his false skin and replace it with his true appearance for everyone to see.

Trying hard to ignore the whistle in his head that was making him maddening and headache, Yan Bei steadily approached the figure standing on the platform and looking down at him, step by step.

Kill him.

Kill him.

The closer he got to the figure, the sharper the whistle in his head became. He gritted his teeth, dealing with attacks coming at him from all directions while constantly getting closer to the figure.

He gradually became deaf to the sounds around him, but the thoughts in his heart kept surfacing in his mind.

Kill him.

As long as I kill him, the pain in my head will go away.

That light, floating voice would no longer haunt him.

Kill him.