A trace of blood red suddenly appeared in the transparent pipe, and then the blood red began to spread at an astonishing speed. The blue potion that was slowly pumping into the holy coffin was dyed into a bloody color in almost the blink of an eye!
The main operator who was always staring at the potion pipeline immediately discovered this abnormal phenomenon. What erupted instantly with the horror in his heart was the fastest movement speed in his life - this cultivator almost threw out a afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he pressed the emergency stop button next to the holy coffin.
However, the emergency stop button failed - not just the emergency stop button, but all the control devices around the holy coffin were invalid.
"The operating system is offline!" An assistant screamed almost wailingly from the side, "Fencuse! This thing can't stop!"
"Smash the pipes! Cut off the power!"
"Give me the axe!"
With a loud bang, the priests of the sacred sected the fire axe and smashed it hard on the pipe connected to the Holy Coffin. Then, without hesitation, several axes were smashed down, directly smashing the power cord and nerve vascular tubes on one side of the platform. The huge noise echoed in the holy coffin room. The system alarm prompt sound rang through the room with a strange and outrageous sound, and then suddenly fell silent. A series of explosive sparks spread along the base of the holy coffin, illuminating every terrified face on the scene.
Then everything became quiet, only the holy coffin located in the center of the platform was still emitting a slight smoke, and the lights representing the faulty surface flashed constantly.
"...we stopped it?" The main operator holding the fire axe in his hand was trembling with his voice. He stared at the smoking holy coffin and said to himself.
"It's over," a low-level monk lamented beside him, "We destroyed the holy coffin, and the holy lady should have been damaged too - how will the sage punish us?"
"We saved her!" Another low-level monk said immediately, but there was a hint of nervousness and fear in his voice. "We have stopped a more fatal mistake! You also saw it just now..."
But before he could finish speaking, the high-level monk who served as the main operator suddenly interrupted him: "Shh! Quiet!"
Everyone at the scene suddenly became quiet, and then they finally heard a faint sound coming from the holy coffin.
The slight metal friction sounds like the movement of nails slashing through the shell.
A low-level monk suddenly showed a look of horror, but before he could speak, a loud bang came from the scene - the heavy holy coffin shell suddenly opened, and a huge force directly lifted the locking structure that was originally stuck. The metal parts that had collapsed out crossed a trace in the air that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye. It hit the head of the high-level monk without any bias, smashing his mask directly and cutting off half of his head!
A tall and slender figure jumped out of the holy coffin, moved almost instantly, and came to the low-level monk in an instant.
"An, Safety Agreement, Implement E-12..." The low-level monk subconsciously recited the emergency shutdown order he had practiced countless times before entering the Holy Coffin Room to serve. However, he had only had time to spit out a few words, and felt a chill and the severe pain that came immediately pierced his chest.
He lowered his head and saw several sharp blades pulling out of his chest, with a broken heart hanging between them.
"...Mom..." The low-level monk fell down with blood spitting on his mouth. In his rapidly dimming vision, he saw that several other low-level monks standing nearby had already fallen down.
There were only the low buzzing sounds made by various equipment when they were running. The artificial saint covered with the dark shell stood quietly in front of the saint coffin, and his body was stained with the blood of the monks when they fell. Warm yellow lights sprinkled from the sky, shining on her body like a beam of light from heaven, like a holy statue full of sacredness but also filled with a strange atmosphere.
After a while, the "holy statue" suddenly moved again.
She raised her head stiffly and slowly, and the squeaking noises made in her neck joints. The beautiful but empty face with a pale smile looked at a corner of the room. Although there was no change in expression, she was obviously staring at it.
A moment later, a figure came out of the corner.
Yu Sheng stood there more than ten meters away from the artificial saint.
He has actually been resurrected, and for the past period of time, he has been wandering around the corridors and rooms nearby.
Most of the structure of this spacecraft has become an extension of his body. The monitoring devices spread throughout the space inside the ship are his eyes, and the tight hull perception system is his nerves. He has been moving openly outside. When most of the spacecraft systems have changed hands, no cult can find 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" while dying. The blood scattered in advance soaked the spaceship. The inspiration for the entire process came from him using clay and his own blood to create Erin's body. Relying on such preparations, he successfully retained his ability to perceive and influence the real world after "after death".
He thought that this experience might be able to live for the next time - although it requires a little preparation, at least, after his death, he now has another "optional mode" besides falling into that "dark space".
But this is a future matter. Now, he has to find a way to solve the problem of the "saint" in front of him.
The steel figure was already in a state of chaos, but was still violently resisting his power.
Can Yu Sheng clearly feel the intense emotions coming from the cold body in front of him - anger, hostility, sorrow, and... the fiery force driven by a certain sense of justice?
Yu Sheng was not sure whether the emotions he felt through his blood were accurate, but he did feel these things, which made him a little confused.
This murder machine... was driven by a sense of justice? She did not rely entirely on the instructions of the monks, but had her own judgment and subjective motivation?
The body of the artificial saint was trembling slightly. She fought against the power that did not belong to her in her body, and slowly took steps towards life. The stiff and slow movements were no longer elegant, but unswerving.
"I think we can talk first," Yu Sheng hesitated for a moment, and said, "If you really have complete wisdom and can understand me, I have some questions to ask you."
(The dark monster let out an annoying roar)
The steel doll staggered, but obviously accelerated its pace and was in a state of murderous intent.
Yu Sheng frowned when he saw this situation, but continued to speak, "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 Demon Voice of the Phantom Confused is still trying to inspire)
The steel doll stepped over a priest who fell to the ground. She stepped through a pool of blood on the soles of her feet and kicked away the still soft arm of the corpse.
(The martyrs who fell here somehow... May the compatriots rest in peace)
She looked up and saw the lights in the sanctuary, the ominous purple smoke floating between the magnificent glass dome, the sound of the chants was broken and broken, and the spirits serving the sanctuary shrank behind the candlesticks and curtains, and the dirty blood dripped between the iron chains above the sanctuary, and the demon creature with a human-shaped outline was standing not far away, making a blasphemous and bewitching sound.
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 them had died in battle, their brave and noble souls were still with them.
When this long expedition is over and on the day of triumphal she can still bring their spirits back to the quiet hometown.
So she smiled, just like when she was eight years old, she raised a wooden stick and charged in the wheat fields towards the scarecrow not far away, and began to accelerate in the direction of the demon.
The steel doll rushed over, and a series of unsettling noises came from the body that was seriously malfunctioned due to the out-of-control restart process. The cold and hollow alloy face smiled, but blood-like liquid oozed out from the edge of the face. Then she jumped high, and her body twisted into a strange and terrifying angle in the air. The fingertips of the flickering cold light stabbed towards Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng had to dodge backwards, and at the same time felt a great... pressure.
This pressure was not because of the opponent's attack. In fact, the artificial saint at this moment was countless times weaker than he had seen twice before. Her speed was very slow and her strength was greatly reduced. Although the momentum of the pounce was fierce, every move was full of weakness. It was no longer that fatal elegance and agility. It was really not difficult to deal with it even without the assistance of Erin and Huli.
But he felt something else.
That was a heavy mental pressure, a burden directly conveyed to his mind through the connection of blood.
He dodged, but then the sharp blades stabbed him again.
The iron doll is like an out-of-control beast, attacking completely unorganized.
The loud bang of the weapons echoed in the room, accompanied by the noise of metal tearing in the middle.
Mars began to emerge between the joints of the artificial saint. Something seemed to be gradually melting out in her body, sparks and smoke burst out from the gaps in the shell from time to time, and even disturbing viscous liquid penetrated from some of her joints, dripping on the ground like overflowing plasma, ablating the floor into pits.
"Wait a minute! There is something wrong with your body!" Yu Sheng shouted loudly while dodging or blocking the opponent's attack, "Stop for a moment! You are almost dead!"
The iron doll didn't say anything, just launched an attack blindly.
Like a saint who is persistent in wanting to be martyred.
Yu Sheng had to distance himself from the other party again, and then prepared to directly control the nearby floor and walls to imprison the crazy iron doll.
However, as soon as he retreated, the iron doll seemed to have returned to its peak, reversing the inertia of the previous posture, and then bullied it like a ghost.
"Damn—"
Yu Sheng had only had time to exclaim, subconsciously raised his hand, and then he felt a chill in his chest.
Two more knifes and eight holes.
He fell under a pillar, pulled the corner of his mouth, and looked at the pale face that was so close to him: "...Sister, let's change another move."
But the Iron Doll did not respond and there was no activity anymore.
She finally... died?
Chapter completed!