"Hah...... Ha...... Ha...... Harry ...... leaning on the wheels of a deformed and damaged Iran Hill armored car, Burrison, who had turned back into a human form, gasped for breath and had no strength left in his body.

Beside him, the leader of the second platoon sat there covered in blood, holding a cigarette in his mouth, with a loveless expression on his face.

These two men were like gods just now, but now they are exhausted like dead dogs waiting for the end that belongs to the two of them.

"I'm from Alante...... It's a farmer. Burrison managed to recover somewhat, fumbling in his pockets to find a cigarette for himself to light as well.

The 2nd platoon leader next to him habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Burrison as flattering as before, and asked, "Will all the peasants of Arrant become werewolves?" ”

"A year ago......" Burrison seemed to be recalling something, and for him, it was probably the last thing he wanted to recall in his life.

Now, however, he would love to tell someone about his experience. In his opinion, he can't die here, and no one has shared such a wonderful life, right?

So he said it, telling an experience he had been hiding as if telling a story: "At that time, I was still very ordinary, my family couldn't eat, and my field was too little. ”

"I was also very tempted to see that the people around me who had joined the army and fought in the army, and that their families had a lot of land, so I also signed up, hoping to become a glorious Iran Hill grenadier one day." He said as he took the cigarette from the 2nd platoon leader.

Lighting a cigarette after a big war is definitely a pleasure. No matter what kind of war it is, men who can smoke can't help but come to such a one.

Taking the cigarette in his mouth and taking a deep breath, Burrison continued: "Until that morning I had eaten nothing, and went hungry to see my crops...... A car stopped on the side of the road, and two people came up to me and asked me if I would like to participate in a scientific research project, no matter what the result is, and give our family 20 acres of fertile land. ”

The 2nd platoon commander could clearly feel that when recalling this time, Burrison's tone was full of remorse and bitterness: "I am so excited, my two sons will never have to go hungry again...... So I didn't even think about it, I didn't even discuss it with my wife, and I signed the contract. ”

"Who would have thought that I would be pulled into a lab and go through a nightmare that I still tremble with fear when I think about it." Burrison shrugged his shoulders as he said this, "Those people gave me a lot of strange things to drink, and they tasted like, black, brown, like ...... It's as disgusting as a pond polluted by heavy metals. ”

He was talking about Iran Hill's magical creature experiments, which caused Iran Hill to give birth to many monsters, and when Chris stopped these experiments, the experimental participants in these institutions changed their lives.

Burrison is one of them, and unlike those troubled children, he is a test subject for direct adult modification, a test that seems to be quite successful now.

"Then some people came and put some blood into my body, and I was terrified, but they sedated me, and I didn't know anything after that." He said as he took another drag on his cigarette: "When I woke up again, I saw my own body...... It was soaked in various medicinal liquids. ”

This memory is something he does not want to face, and it is also a story that is destined to be tragic for anyone who listens to it: "For more than a month, I was locked in my room, in pain, and I didn't even know how I managed to persevere. ”

Every time he thinks back to these days, Burrison can feel that his body is aching, and his whole body is in pain: "This pain lasted for a long, long time, and when I was able to go to the restaurant myself, I realized that I was not the only one participating in such an experiment, but a whole 3,000 people, all of whom were the same test subjects as me." ”

"We were allowed to write letters home, but the contents of the letters had to be double-checked. We were also able to get letters from my family, and during that time, it was all that sustained me. At this point, he gradually relaxed a little.

Because he knew that even if the bastards in the lab didn't think of him as a person, they did make up their promise.

They prepared a large number of preferential treatment for the families of those who participated in the experiment, including land allocation, amnesty for exemption from military service, education and employment arrangements for their children, and a large amount of subsidies......

In this respect, this is already a very humane cooperation, not a disregard for life.

So, Burrison has no grievances, and he's not even ready to call people who experiment with his body as bastards.

"Every once in a while, failed experimenters die, and those who experience rejection are miserable and bloody corpses. Sometimes, while I was eating, someone not far away exploded with a scream, turning into a bloody beast and falling to the ground and dying. ”

This is the accident that often occurs in those gray, dark days. He had seen experimental specimens of half-man, half-beast, and various corpses of dead demons or dead demonic beasts.

He'd seen men with magic hedron slots on their bodies, and he'd seen children who could open their mouths and swallow a piglet.

Anyway, after seeing the darkest and most terrifying images, Burrison was numb to the extreme. Unwilling to admit that he had been transformed, he hid in the crowd and pretended to be an ordinary person as much as possible.

"Later, the rejection became less and less, we all became successful test subjects, our senses became sharper, and the mortal body became stronger...... Even, if we want, we can turn into half-wolf, half-human monsters to fight......"

What could he do? Crying about your tragic experience with others? Denouncing the world's injustice to itself? When people say that the Ranhill Empire is not as glamorous as it seems, tell others that the high emperor is actually a ruthless executioner?

Don't make a fuss, Burrison sneered, shook his head and looked at the horizon full of gunsmoke: "However, now even I don't know whether I am a human or a monster. I didn't dare to go home to see my loved ones, so I signed up to see who was more like a monster, myself or the demon. ”