"Is this boy chosen from the slaves to be the hope of our empire? It's ridiculous and pathetic. ”

"From our intelligence agents in southern Italy, the Holy See is ready to move, and we have no choice now."

"Look, that kid seems to be looking at us, what a nasty look."

Those who stood at the pinnacle of power looked down indifferently at the twitching boy and relentlessly poured electricity into the weak body, squeezing out his full potential without restraint.

But the boy's gaze never took off the eyes of those who looked down at him, and their eyes were so terrible that they were like hungry vultures hovering in the sky, waiting for their dying prey.

But even he didn't notice it, and at this moment his eyes were as deep and terrifying as the demons of hell.

If only everything were destroyed!

Why should this country let him defend it at all costs?

・・・・・・

"Increase the intensity of the current to stimulate the nerves!" Although the warning light on the black cross showed a blinding red, Preskars did not mean to give up, but increased the intensity of the experiment.

However, the ambulance team in charge of medical care wanted to stop this crazy experiment, and from the perspective of various indicators, except for the machinery and equipment, all the data changes were terrifying, "Professor... This is too dangerous! His body could have collapsed. ”

But Pliskas rudely pushed away the man who was trying to stop him, "Damn, am I not in charge of this?" Get out of here, you laymen. Didn't you see, the kid didn't say a word? As long as his will is not destroyed, then it is impossible for the machine to devour his body! ”

Preskars jerked back from the switch, and suddenly the high-voltage current converged and hit Constance Dante's nerve endings.

"Inject tranquilizers. Keep his body excited! Priskas directed the experimenters to continue the experiment.

"Is that guy crazy? Even the consumption of disposables is too extravagant. The men on the high platform on the proving ground sneered, and in their eyes Consité Dante was already a dead man, and every nation had broken its head when it tried to get into contact with neural articulation technology, and no one had ever succeeded in paying countless deaths except the Holy See and New Rome.

Even this time, they had no faith.

"Don't struggle, Constance Dante! What's wrong with you? If you give up on yourself now, no one can save you! Priskas looked at the center of the test site and was also a little nervous, picked up the microphone in his hand and whispered to Constance Dante, who was in a semi-state of shock.

The current was now hitting Conseidante's nerve hub through the black soft brass tube, and at this time, Consitor Dante subconsciously felt that the machine was imprisoning his soul and devouring his reason.

And no one can help him, at this time, Constance Dante is not the knight king who can destroy a country with his backhand in the past, nor is he a mechanic who yearns for ordinary life now, just that helpless child, no one can help him, only himself is struggling.

For the first time, for the first time, those terrible pasts became so clear, and those memories were like a torrent of bursting banks crashing into Constance Dante's mind.

A boy lay naked crying on the operating table, his limbs were fixed by restraint straps, and the cold scalpel was ruthlessly torn on his back**, even if he was anesthetic, but the horrific scene was still vivid and unforgettable.

The boys and girls saw the giant armor of steel for the first time, and they were first delighted, then afraid, and finally terrified, until they were completely devoured and became broken porcelain dolls. And only Cons Dante survived, in the true sense of the word. But that doesn't mean the end of the nightmare.

Bathed in blood, he was like a puppet at that time. Licking the blood from the blade, it ruthlessly takes the lives of the enemies of the Empire.

Even the Empire, whose nominally masters trembled slightly, the sound of iron hooves striking their hearts as he crossed the avenues of Constantinople in a crowd of troops.

"You have to get rid of him, it's too dangerous!"

"How can a lowly slave defile the throne of power?"

"Hmph, it's just a tool, you don't need to use it if it's dull, you can throw it away."

The screams of the night owls rushed eerily and compassionately through Constante's mind, and from the moment he came into the world, there was only a murderous crimson in his eyes.

・・・・・・

"The fit is improving!" The experimenters who observed the data exclaimed, and the change in numbers clearly visible on the meter was amazing. The staff who were already ready to give up this trial did not expect a turning point to suddenly appear at this time.

"The dynamical system and the nervous system are coupled!"

The red light of the warning light on the black cross gradually faded out, replaced by a green color that symbolized safety. The test site became chaotic again, and the ups and downs grabbed everyone's hearts, and this time the turn of danger made them panic and rejoice.

Now it's either the machine devouring Constance Dante, or Constance Dante conquering the machine. Although the data on the recording instrument seems optimistic, Preskas is not at all easy, because Constance Dante is the former knight king, the throne of the chosen knights. This is not a good situation.

"Suspend the experiment, and all go back to work." To everyone's surprise, Preskars gave the order, not expecting that the experiment would end as soon as the breakthrough began, and if the experiment was successful, then the general technical research would have been completed.

"Oh? So fast, so afraid of playing bad? The men in the dark sneered, although they were a little surprised by the previous incident, but it was nothing, after all, all countries have completed this to this extent, and the completion of the nerve connection is the most difficult part. In their opinion, Preskars did not dare to try this dangerous stage after all.

"How can this work? Since it's the professor's favorite, we should also help him, shouldn't we? On the high platform, the men sneered and said, the slight commotion in the crowd seemed to be secretly planning something, and Preskars did not have the energy to pay attention to it at this time, and after a while, he could suspend the test plan when the voltage dropped.

But at this time-

"Damn, what's going on!?" Preskars almost flipped the table and roared onto the platform, "What are you doing! ”

Just as he was about to disconnect the electric valve, Preskars suddenly realized that the command of the instruments was completely out of order, and he quickly reacted to the fact that these instruments were provided by those people and only they could do it.

"After all, it will come to this point, after all, only nerve connection is the key. Are we right, Professor? This is the person you fancie! Out of the darkness came a man in military uniform, also wearing a mask. But Priskas could feel the sneer beneath the mask.