Just when the elven queen was trying to increase Chris's favorability, and Chris was trying to keep his lower body from crossing the line, in another corner of the empire, on the outskirts of the city of Seris, where every inch of land was expensive, a group of people were watching something in a huge factory.

Staff in white coats carefully attached an intricately carved wooden arm to a machine specially designed to fit this type of prosthesis.

"The computer will control the accuracy of the magic array, and after calculation, the accuracy of mental power extraction has reached the design standard, ninety-eight percent!" An old man with his hands behind his back comforted the man who was about to undergo a broken arm grafting operation.

The other party was obviously nervous too, watching the arm that belonged to him getting closer and closer, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks.

"This arm has a lot of powerful features and may be a little better than your original arm – it can provide more lifting power, and it can also be fitted with specific devices to enhance some of the abilities." On the other side, several magician-looking people were also comforting the first man to be fitted with a prosthetic leg.

The plant was newly built and took only a few days from start to production. This huge factory building was built originally, so it is not suitable to be used as a production plant for "William's puppetry".

However, in order to seize the time, everything was compromised to start production as soon as possible. Therefore, in this huge workshop, many machines that do not need such a large space seem a little too thin.

"You're saying that this thing can do exactly what I think, like my original arm?" The man had asked this question countless times before he came, and he had seen similar prosthetics before, but it didn't actually work very well.

He was a grenadier of Iran Hill and was already a battalion commander before he was wounded and retired.

However, in a fierce battle, he was hit by a stray bullet in his arm and abdomen, and when he was sent to the hospital, he was saved because of the timely rescue. However, wandering in the ghost gate also made him lose that arm that was crucial to him.

After losing his arm, of course, he had no chance of promotion, and in the end he was symbolically promoted by half a rank, became a deputy regimental officer, and then retired, and returned home to become the deputy director of a furniture factory.

Becoming a disabled person has made his life very bad, and while Iran Hill rarely discriminates against military personnel, it still doesn't change the fact that he is missing an arm.

At one point, he had a prosthetic leg, but the prosthetic arm didn't work, and it didn't even satisfy his aesthetic needs—and over time, he gave up the burden, preferring to leave his sleeve empty rather than fantasize about anything like it was to be restored.

This happened until a few days ago, when some people from the Royal Guards of Irlanhill came to his office, and they thought that he had all the requirements for the experiment as an old Ranhill grenadier, so they approached him and wanted him to participate in an experiment.

Originally, he wanted to refuse, but the other party's words made him burn his desire for life again. At that time, the other party asked him, "Would you like to try it and restore that broken arm?" ”

He said yes, so he came to the factory, sat in this position, and watched the arm that was said to belong to him, little by little, approaching the shoulder of his severed arm.

"Mr. Harrell! In a moment, the machine will drain some of its psychic power and infuse it into that particular prosthetic...... Don't be nervous, we've experimented with it, and it's very safe. The old man at the head continued to speak comfortingly.

"Soul Extraction Complete!" After feeling a wave of sleepiness hit him, the sound of the machine made the sleepy man Harrell tense up again. He didn't dare to sleep, just staring at the approaching arm in front of him with infinite nervousness.

If nothing else, it will be a part of his body in the future - although it is made of wood, I heard that the parts of the wood can be replaced at any time.

I've heard that it can even be replaced with iron! Just as a dangerous good, civilian prosthetics are prescribed to use wood as a raw material, and metal is not allowed.

But the military is different, if you can return to the army and stand on the battlefield again, then this arm can be made into a killing weapon.

"Click!" With a slight thud, the arm was attached to the shoulder, which had been implanted with a prosthetic interface.

Harrell felt a slight pain, but he could tolerate it—nothing compared to the loss of an arm.

Suddenly, Harrell seemed to feel something, and he was surprised to see that the arm that was stuck in his shoulder had miraculously moved.

On the hand carved with the runes of the magic array, a few fingers actually moved on their own, although it was very irregular, and it was not an action that a normal person could do, but it did move!

Unlike those mechanical arms, there is no lag and it is not particularly mechanical, although it is still not very natural, and there is still the rhythm of mechanical movement, but it is really very good.

So, this veteran, who had been unsatisfactory since he came back from the battlefield, just stared at his new arm blankly, not knowing what to say for a while.

In fact, he hadn't seen his arm move like this for a long time. Those prosthetic limbs controlled by computer chips can only do stupid actions such as holding cups in most cases.

And now, this prosthetic leg in front of me, it really does move! I am following the thoughts and making movements.

It's just that Harrell hasn't gotten used to it yet, and he can't control the already gone arm well.

With his thoughts, the arms that had now begun to respond to his thoughts were making all sorts of strange movements.

In fact, these movements can't be done with a real arm, for example, some joints can be bent in the opposite direction - if there is a real arm that can do this, it must be a fracture.

"Doctor, doctor...... I, my arm, what's wrong? Harrell asked, looking at his arm, already a little trembling.

It's been a long time since he's been so hopeful, and now he sees hope, so he's burning his fighting spirit again.

"Mr. Harrell, you first get used to your thinking, and then stabilize your emotions! We're also exploring this latest technology, which is why you'll be asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement, as well as a volunteer agreement! The old man at the head looked like he was businesslike and spoke.

Harrell hurriedly adjusted his emotions, nodded vigorously, and then focused his attention on his arm.

In the next second, his arm returned to its normal movement mode, and he thought about exerting force, and the arm that did not belong to him began to bend slightly.

On the palm at the end of the arm, the five fingers are also bent little by little, making the shape of a tiger's claw.

"Very well, Mr. Harrell! Go on. On the other side, the person in charge of a prosthetic company had an ecstatic expression on his face, and he couldn't hide it.

"Click!" Suddenly, the palm of the hand clenched into a fist, and because of the excessive force, the precise palm even made a crisp click.

"Damn it! Is there any damage? The engineer, who also heard the crisp sound, frowned and looked at the palm carefully, and asked nervously.

Harrell also felt as if he was in trouble, and he quickly let go of the idea of clenching his fist, and the palm of his hand spread out smoothly without the slightest hesitation.

"Are you alright?" Looking at the response speed of the palm, the old man at the head looked at the palm with some disbelief, and then saw traces of cracking from one of the parts of the palm.

"This is supposed to be a vicarious structure that replaces the muscles...... We have worked hard to make high-strength ......" An engineer also saw the problem and said to the old man: "Military-grade, this should be made of the most practical and strong special materials, civilian, we use ordinary steel." ”

"Let's test it with the highest level of special materials!" The old man thought about it for a while, and then made a decision: "Harrell is a trustworthy veteran of the Empire and our first volunteer, don't be too stingy with materials. ”

"Yes! Chief engineer. The slightly younger engineer nodded, and then wrote down his suggestions for improvement on the form he was holding.

"You experiment again to see how much of an impact it has on the movement of your palm after that part breaks." The old man no longer looked at his men, but at Harrell and suggested in a soft voice.

Harrell heard that he didn't have to compensate himself, and that he might replace it with new parts, so he nodded hurriedly and tried to control the arm again: "It's the same as my arm!" The action is exactly the same! ”

Under Harrell's control, the puppet's arm was indeed moving very well, doing some movements that were similar to normal movements.

"How does it feel? Is there a feeling of heaviness that needs to be adjusted or not? The old man asked, looking at the several monitors attached to his arm with wires, checking the data on them.

"It's a bit heavy...... Harrell knows that he should tell the people around him honestly about his feelings, which can also help them better adjust the corresponding prosthetic data.

It's not the first time he's used this kind of thing, so he's very familiar with similar processes. Hearing Harrell's words, the old man turned his head and motioned to the technician who adjusted the details of the magic array such as the floating magic array of his arm to fine-tune it.

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There's another chapter later, after 0 o'clock, you can wait if you want to.