Chapter 41 Humanoid Weapon 10

The situation on the battlefield became increasingly chaotic. Not long after Lance arrived, a group of rebels dispersed them. When he found Yan Bei again, he discovered that he had rushed into the rebel camp again.

"Commander--!" Lance shouted at the top of his lungs from behind, but Yan Bei rushed into the encirclement without hesitation and was completely deaf to his shouts.

Lance kept pushing away the rebels around him, but more people kept surrounding him and he was entangled and unable to deal with anything.

Seeing the commander walking further and further away, his figure gradually submerged in the vast enemy army, Lance became anxious. While moving, he reached out and touched the ornament on his waist. When he heard the familiar voice into his ears, Lance's heart calmed down in an instant.

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Shaka's heart was pounding. He stood there calmly. Although he was still directing the battle, his mind had flown away unconsciously. He watched the white figure getting closer and closer to him.

Gradually, the surrounding environment became darker, the noisy sounds faded away from him, and his eyes were fixed intently on the figure.

He was wearing an exaggerated suit of armor, but his body was constantly and deftly dodging attacks from all directions. He was spinning and flying in the air, and his long silver-gray hair was also raising in an exaggerated arc in the air. Shaka stared intently at the enemy in front of him, and the enemy was finally close enough to lock Shaka's gaze at a glance even in the chaotic battlefield.

A pair of bloodshot silver eyes looked over, but there was nothing in them.

While he was locking onto Yan Bei's position, he waved his arms. There was nothing in front of his arms, but the soldier who was attacked in front of him fell to the ground.

Sha Jia stared at him closely, trying to see the invisible reaping sickles between Yan Bei's arms.

But things that machines cannot detect are obviously not something he can distinguish with just his naked eyes.

Yan Bei seemed like a demon that would never get tired. Under the siege of so many rebels, even with his superb physique and skills, Yan Bei was seriously injured again.

He was covered in blood, with numerous wounds of varying sizes, but he seemed to feel no pain. He never even frowned from beginning to end, and reaped countless lives with a single move of his sword. He was like a ruthless weapon. After fighting for such a long time, there was no hesitation or stagnation in his movements, as if those lives were no different from grass in his eyes.

What kind of devil is this?

When they thought of this, the countless brave soldiers present could not help but feel terrified and afraid from the bottom of their hearts. They were not weapons, but flesh and blood people, who would retreat and be afraid. Fighting such a terrifying existence was also a great challenge for them.

Gradually, more and more soldiers deserted on the battlefield. No matter how much the commanders shouted and punished them, the situation on the battlefield became more and more out of control.

Lance suddenly realized that the situation on the field had changed. The encirclement was dispersing very quickly. Now there was no one stopping him from finding Yan Bei.

But at some point, not only the rebels were everywhere, but even the imperial army soldiers could not be seen.

All that was left on the battlefield was a swamp formed by countless blood flowing out and piles of dead bodies.

The memory is of the devilish Yan Bei standing among a pile of corpses.

But he didn't pay much attention to this horrifying scene. The first thing Lance noticed was that a strange aura had formed around Yan Bei at some unknown time, isolating him from the outside and preventing him from approaching the Marshal.

"General, the battle is over, and the soldiers who fled to the rear have been reintegrated." The bodyguard whispered in Shajia's ear.

"General, you should retreat quickly too, that guy..." Looking at the figure covered in bright red approaching them, even the battle-hardened captain of the personal guards couldn't help but shudder.

"That guy is simply not something humans can fight against. General, let's retreat quickly, no——"

As they were talking, Yan Bei was less than 20 meters away from them. Seeing the general standing there without moving for a long time and the terrifying imperial weapons, the captain of the guards immediately stood in front of Sha Jia and ordered his teammates, "Take the general away quickly, I will stop him."

After hearing the words of the captain of the bodyguard, Shaka finally reacted from his trance. After waking up, he pushed away the captain of the bodyguard in front of him, then stepped on the railing, jumped down from the platform with only a simple knife in his hand, and rushed towards the figure without hesitation.

While falling, Shajia kept staring at those silver eyes, and an absolute courage and determination that could not escape emerged from the bottom of his heart.

How could he escape?

How dare he escape?

If he ran away here because he was afraid of Yan Bei, then who in the rebel army would dare to fight against him from now on? He couldn't leave, he had to stay here.

If he escaped, if the generals who represented the spirit of the rebels were afraid of the weapons of the empire's lackeys, then no one in the rebel army would dare to face Yan Bei again, and the rebel lieutenant general would no longer have any morale.

The success of the uprising was the cause that Mr. Clive had been committed to all his life. He absolutely could not watch the uprising fail. He must protect his teacher's lifelong wish.

The shrill whistle in his mind had reached its peak. Yan Bei could no longer hear anything else in his mind except this sound. His headache had reached its peak.

He raised his head suddenly and bumped into the eyes of the culprit who had hurt him so badly. Those were a pair of extremely bright eyes burning with anger. How could... there be such eyes?

The whistle in his mind suddenly stopped, and Yan Bei's body became light and floating in an instant. The surroundings suddenly became soft like the clouds, and ethereal, as if the music from an old music box sounded in his mind.

These eyes? Why do they look so familiar?

How could it be so warm that it made him want to cry.

in the end--

Crack. A sharp pain came from the shoulder. The pain that penetrated the bones brought Yan Bei back to reality from his hazy memory.

The ethereal music and the soft emotions like clouds were blown away by the pain of reality in an instant.

He stared blankly ahead. It was still the familiar pair of eyes burning with anger, but there was only a sense of unfamiliarity in his eyes towards him. The long knife in his hand was slashing at Yan Bei's left arm and shoulder.

The knife cut particularly deep, almost slicing through most of the arm, and blood gushed out from the wound.

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Shajia was stunned for a moment.

When he rushed forward, Yan Bei had already raised his hands to fight back, but at the last moment, he stopped all actions for some reason.

He actually did not fight back and let him chop off his left arm with a knife. Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, Shajia suddenly felt annoyed.

If I had known! If I had known that thing was so effective, he would have chopped Yan Bei's neck!

Damn it! Before he could even lament his own misjudgment, Shajia was about to pull out his knife and stab him again.

A monstrous murderous intent locked him in place.

A man with a familiar face rushed over and caught the seriously injured Yan Bei.

Sha Jia was stunned for a moment, then recognized that this was Yan Bei's personal adjutant.

It was him who came, but he was not the only one who came. There were also a dozen people in strange costumes following closely behind him.

The adjutant looked at Shajia coldly, and no one knew what he was thinking. At this time, Shajia's personal guards also caught up from behind, and the situation suddenly became complicated and unusual.

But in the end, nothing happened. After weighing the pros and cons, Lance finally took Yan Bei away first.

No one knew what Shajia was thinking, and he withdrew in the end. The conflict ended inexplicably.

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This battle finally alarmed even the emperor. When Yan Bei was sent for treatment, Garcia was summoned to the palace. He reported everything to the emperor, including the strange new commander of the rebels and Yan Bei's strange changes.

This change made the emperor very uneasy. He immediately issued new orders to the doctors, asking them to carry out a more thorough and stable transformation of Yan Bei and absolutely not let him escape control and rebel against the empire.

On the way out of the palace, Garcia also fell into deep doubt.

Control? This guy is in such a bad situation, is he just a toy that can be manipulated by anyone?

It seems that his previous vigilance against him was exaggerated.

Who would have thought that such a perfect and powerful being could be just a weapon controlled by someone.

It was still the most painful and tiring one.

How pitiful.

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"The arm can't be saved."

"Replace the parts."

"Both legs were badly injured."

"Let's change them as well."

"After changing so much, can you still be considered a human being?"

"Don't worry about it. He's a monster anyway."

"You've been with him for so many years? And yet you don't even have any feelings for him at all? Are you so heartless?"

"Stop talking so much, if you want to lie down too, just keep talking."

In the busy laboratory, a dozen gray figures followed the instructions of the man at the top and were transforming the seriously injured androids.

It's not even therapy, because the various tools they use are more like repairing a broken doll than treating a living person.

After the transformation required by the emperor was completed, Yan Bei's body, not to mention the various newly added small parts, had his severely injured left arm and both calves amputated and then replaced with better, stronger and more perfect prosthetic limbs.

The use of prosthetic limbs made him more like a perfect weapon. He became stronger and more cruel, and completely lost his brain. From then on, both his body and mind could only be a weapon that could be manipulated and obeyed by others.

Amidst the rolling black mist, the emperor looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction.

For this matter, he even jumped off the bed happily, walked around twice, and came to Yan Bei who was standing motionless.

He stretched out his chicken-skinned palm to stroke Yan Bei's fair face. Then he gave a cold order in his ear, "Go! Kill the guy who influenced you."

"Go kill Shaka."