1:206 Shattered to Dreams (True)

9 p.m.

"Are you ready?" asked Arthur Greenway and Constantine.

"Arthur, you really don't need to be with us like this in the operating room. Greenway said.

"I have to. Arthur took up his arms and stood on guard, "I have a hunch. The people of Hungary and Canada may know about this operation, and they will find a way to do it. "Haha, breaking through the heavy security of the Southern Knights and coming to this operating room to make a scene?" Arthur, you must be a little too whimsical!" Greenway said.

Arthur wiped the sword of the king in his hand with disinfectant water, "Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case." You'll let me stay with you tonight, Greenway. The girl suddenly seemed to understand something, and her face flushed, "Stupid, stupid, what nonsense are you talking about?! Arthur looked puzzled.

Constantine, who was on the side, stuck out his tongue, grimaced helplessly, and put on his mask. "The operation began. The sound of a chainsaw rang out. The first step in the craniotomy was done by Greenway, who skillfully used a medical chainsaw to cut open the skull of Ryder, the rabbit.

A mechanical controller on the rabbit man's head is displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

"The fox people have unearthed so many ancient people's jishu, and they have all been used in such an evil place. Greenway said.

"Is this their super-soldier Jihua?" Arthur thought.

Using machinery to stimulate the brains of creatures can make the already weak rabbit people become so strong. It would have taken decades of practice for the Hungarians to use the madness*, but with this kind of thing implanted in their brains, everyone can be a super soldier who is proficient in the art of madness!

(*Note: Only purebred orcs, such as Bediwell, are naturally capable of using Berserk.) Humans will definitely be at an absolute disadvantage when fighting such a monster!

How strong does it take for a warrior to stand one-on-one with such a monster?

When this jishu matures, the age of humanity will come to an end!

"Okay, listen to me, take your time—" Greenville carefully handed the scalpel to Constantine.

"No, it can't be done! I've taken a needle and thread, but I've never taken a scalpel!" said Constantine, fearfully, "if you scratch with such a sharp thing, you'll kill you!" "Don't be afraid," said Greenway, "if you follow my instructions and get the knife right, you won't hurt the rabbit's brain." "That's all it takes," she said, picking up another scalpel and slicing through one of the mechanical controller's brackets, intending to lift it.

At that moment, the mechanical controller jumped!!

That's not a mechanical controller at all! It's a robot, a mechanical spider!!

"Spider !!" Greenway was startled, threw away the scalpel in her hand, and fell to the ground!

"Well, I knew the Hungarians were going to make small moves!" Arthur drew his sword and aimed it at the mechanical spider!

However, it was dodged!

A palm-sized mechanical spider bouncing around the operating room, bouncing around the walls and the surface of various instruments! The thing accelerated at a terrifying speed, bouncing back and forth like a marble!

"Oh no!!" Constantine's first thought was to protect Ryder's head. If Ryder's skullless head were hit by a guy like this, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Don't move, I'll deal with it!" Arthur said, raising his sword to gauge the mechanical spider's trajectory.

No, it's not a creature, it's so random and changeable! The environment is very complex, and there are so many planes that it can bounce on!

There's no way to predict what that thing will do!

"Ahh

"Arthur, aren't you alright?!" Greenway said.

"Don't rush!" Arthur thought to himself. It's not impossible, but the power of the King's Sword is too great, and if you use it, you will definitely destroy the operating room. Craniotomy done in this sterile environment, no bacteria run in!

He put away the King's Sword and pulled out two Photon Daggers instead.

He closed his eyes.

"Greenway, use your sense of hearing to predict the spider's movements. Arthur said.

"But—" "Just do it!" Arthur commanded in a strong tone, "and if we drag it any longer, we'll be chopped up by the mechanical spiders." Greenville closed her eyes as well. She listened carefully to every thud in the room.

Constantine was stabbed in the back.

Smack! Arthur was slammed in the chest.

Shhhh

"At three o'clock, six degrees in elevation!" shouted Greenway.

Arthur's eyes didn't open, only he fully believed in Greenway's instructions, and the two knives came out together, and one after another slashed in that direction.

Didn't hit. Arthur received the blow to the arm, and his arm was bruised and swollen. Without armor, his arm would have been scrapped.

Greenway endured her anxiety and shouted, "Five o'clock, minus four degrees in elevation!" Arthur slashed with his sword, but missed! The mechanical spider slashed around his neck, leaving a bloody trail on his neck!

"Greenway!" cried Arthur.

"I know, don't make noise!" Greenway listened intently, "it's in—" reproducing all the sound sources and all the bouncing tracks in her head, and Greenway drew a three-dimensional picture in her mind.

Women are not good at three-dimensional thinking. However, having undergone countless surgeries and knowing the three-dimensional structure of the human body well, Greenway has a better grasp of space than anyone else!

The operating room resembled the interior of a giant creature, and Greenway quickly grasped its structure by hearing.

The mechanical spider was ridiculously fast, but it had a fixed trajectory. It's just bouncing around in this small room, on this complex but fixed track!

Listening to the bouncing sound to identify its next moment's trajectory was obviously too slow. Greenwiel had the idea of guessing the trajectory of the next few bounces from the first bounce!

It takes more than just hearing to predict the track. What is needed is to predict several variations from an orbit that it will derive, and then choose the most likely one.

This is the same as the game of chess.

Greenwiel is not very good at chess, but her superior memory and data analysis skills allow her to calculate these countless orbit changes in a very short period of time and with astonishing efficiency

She then exported the final calculations!

"Twelve o'clock, third degree!" cried Greenway.

Arthur slashed it with a sword, and it felt like a hit! But it was shallow, and it was just a sword that grazed it.

Failed? No!

This abrasion is not meaningless! The thing was hit by Arthur, and while the speed was slightly reduced, Greenway had already picked up the scalpel in her hand and threw it at the mechanical spider with a flying knife!

Squeak!!! A sharp scalpel that easily pierces the mechanical spider and pins it firmly to the wall!

The mechanical spider finally got down, especially after Arthur rushed up to mend the knife and cut it in half!

"Whew!" Greenway finally breathed a sigh of relief, "This, this is the most bizarre operation I've ever seen in my life!" Compared to this, the operation that Constantine used his [Hand of God] to sew up the bear's head and the body of the grizzly bear was nothing at all!

If Constantine has the Hand of God, then what Greenwiel has is the Reckon of God. What the extremely smart girl reached at that moment was the arithmetic power of [quantum-level synchronous calculus]. After she concentrated her consciousness to a high degree, she was able to turn her brain into a biological computer, complete tens of millions of logical calculations in an instant, and extract the only correct result from hundreds of millions of possibilities!

"Big sister. Constantine swallowed and asked tremblingly, "So, this—" He pointed to Ryder's head, "How do you sew it up?" When Arthur walked out of the operating room, Bedwell couldn't wait to come up: "How's Ryder?" "Good, can't die." Arthur reported without emotion.

"I'd like to see—" "I'll talk about it tomorrow, fool!" said Arthur, "now go back to your sleep." After driving Bedwell away, Greenway came out of the operating room, "You're such a heartless person. "Hmph. Arthur snorted.

In the operating room, Ryder, who had just woken up, cried and whispered: "Please tell Bebe I'm sorry" Arthur knew that seeing Ryder like this, the soft-hearted Bediwell would definitely forgive Ryder. Because of this, Arthur didn't want Bedi to see the rabbit.

But that was in vain.

Bedwell never resented Ryder from the beginning, let alone forgiveness.

Bediwell was absolutely loyal to his friends, and he naively thought that his friends would be absolutely loyal to him. Even Ryder, the rabbit man who betrayed him, thought that everything was just the result of Ryder being blackmailed and controlled.

He is such an incorrigible fool.

"Rabbit," Arthur asked, "tell me everything you know, or I'll make you desperate for life, for death." "Whatever you want. Ryder said weakly, "It doesn't make sense anymore." They already knew that my operation had failed, and that they had killed my parents, and the people of the caravan" "Oh, you care about your parents, didn't they sell you for three thousand gold coins?" asked Arthur.

"Even so—" cried the rabbit sadly, "they're still my parents!" Arthur didn't speak, and waited until Ryder had cried enough.

Then he asked, "Is the place where you are remotely controlled from the dark region some kind of research institute?" and the rabbit wiped his tears and nodded.

"I say—" Arthur pondered, "can your memories teleport us there?" "If there's another institute doing super-soldier research, we're going to have to destroy it as soon as possible and destroy all the research materials. Arthur thought so.

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles.