I suggested shutting down the giant spindle machine immediately, but Tridety offered to wait until Mandela had completely dismantled before shutting it down. No one would use the console to operate the machine, so it was not certain if something would go wrong, so Mandela escaped.

She has some truth in what she says, but I care more about Mandela's breakdown. It's not healing in the machine, how does it get in? Is this machine just a biodegradable instrument? If not, how will it work after Mandela breaks down?

All of these questions point to the center, which is that Mandela's decomposition is not necessarily a good thing, and in this bizarre situation, it is more like some kind of being who realizes that Mandela's strength is insufficient and gives us trouble in a different way.

Stop Mandela while he is on the verge of being decomposed, and we can easily kill it and make it into greystone. Even if the machine were to do something with Mandela, it would be less effective.

I would like to explain it to you.

"Well, maybe you're right." Tridy said, "You're a Demonic Emissary. ”

"I'm not going to be out of here."

"Ah Chuan has a good mind, he is an honor student." Tomie said proudly.

"I've rarely seen a student ...... like this," Tridy looked at me playfully.

I knew what she meant, but I was me, so I could only smile.

We made our way to the console, where we continued to struggle with the levers, buttons, and data, and finally decided to try our luck. We brainstormed, guessed the approximate function of those organs according to our own knowledge, and then tried them one by one.

It's like playing a game of demolition and punishment, each person draws a "brick" at a time, and each time a tower is drawn, the closer it is to collapse, and everyone is terrified when they see it crumbling. At first, there is a high chance of safety, but it does not work, and then choose to gradually decrease, and each time you smoke it, it is like walking on a tightrope string.

The only thing that could be observed at the control tower was the display screen, which was constantly generating unknown data, so Tomie volunteered to monitor the movement in the perspective window behind the spindle.

The hatch where the spindle should have been opened the first few times. Tomie screamed where we couldn't see, excited like a child getting a new toy.

"The tentacles moved, rising from Mandela's body."

"Ah, it's plugged in again, what's injecting"

"It's decomposing at an accelerated pace, what did you press?"

"Yes, that's it, raise the tentacles, at least it won't decompose."

In the pre-determined order, this time it was the turn of the lever. Perhaps the lever is more visible than the button, and it is always used to control large-scale reactions, so I hesitated for a while before pulling it. If it weren't for the manifestation of this strange machine at the Node of Influence, I might have stopped and left Mandela half-dead in the cabin to take a bath.

But I got affirmative glances from Father Priest and Tridy.

"Ah Chuan, what are you hesitating about?" Tomie is also urging.

I pulled down the lever. For a while, the machine fell silent, and we couldn't help but look around. Tomie didn't have any feedback either, instead asking something like "Did you pull it down?"

"The data stopped." Tridy said suddenly.

The priest and I also noticed at this time, and the data stream slowly went up, and there was no continuation below it, and the screen began to clear.

"Tomie, come back!" I have a bad premonition.

Slight but compact vibrations.

"Like...... There's something. Tryty said confusedly.

We all found the source of the tremors, and the zenith was gradually opening an opening that resembled a ventilation duct.

Tomie also sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere and ran over. Halfway through, the grinding sound rang out in the ventilation duct. In the blink of an eye, a peculiar white orb fell from there.

"Shoot! It's a dead soldier! For the first time, the priest's voice changed tone because of nervousness.

I immediately took out my shotgun and shot at the ball. At a distance of more than 50 meters, two bullets hit the surface of the sphere with a sonorous sound. There were no visible scars, just knocked it over.

A striking three-ripple pattern appears in the field of vision, and there is a line of text in the middle of the ripple, which is too far away to be seen.

The attacked orb stretches its limbs like a Transformer, spins its head and torso, and in the blink of an eye, transforms into a four-legged alien.

Its milky white shell is smooth and has an inorganic luster. The limbs are all hand-shaped, with only four fingers, long and flexible, and can even move against the joints. The humanoid body is more like a spine than a neck, with layers of bone joints exposed, half the length of the body. The head also resembles a human head, without any hair, and its facial features are like a mask with a weird smile.

Under the glowing green light, it is like a clown holding hands with monsters on Halloween, with a grotesque hideousness.

As it fell into the air, it was grabbed by the priest's formless giant hand made of air, and it flailed its limbs helplessly. After a few moments, he was thrown towards the entrance of the ventilation duct.

Tridy's gunfire rang out, and three bullets hit the weird head in a row. The grotesque human head tilted back under recoil, but it didn't stop there, failing to penetrate its shell.

I took advantage of this free time to quickly reload the shotgun. Tomie ran over, took out the axe behind him, and stared at the strange man called the dead soldier with a wary expression.

After the dead soldiers blocked the exit, a series of collisions came from the ventilation ducts. Something that continued to fall inside slammed into the first dead soldier one after another.

I don't know if it was because of the impact or the accumulation of weight, the priest's face began to turn pale.

Tridy and I hurried to shoot, and this time we poured as much ammunition as we could on the limbs and neck of the dead soldier, and it took about a dozen rounds before finally breaking one of its arms.

At this time, the force that lifted the dead soldier finally collapsed, and more than a dozen white balls were discharged one after another, smashing on the first dead soldier and bouncing off, and the first dead soldier who was pressed at the bottom broke his limbs and was paralyzed to the ground with a smile on his face. The smile was fake, rigid and cold, and one would rather it be expressionless.

The balls that landed successfully scattered and rolled in all directions, stretching and deforming one by one as if they were blooming everywhere. In a few moments, fifteen dead soldiers who looked like identical twins were watching us.

The dead soldiers, who were on all fours like wild beasts, did not come forward, but craned their necks and tilted their heads like newborn babies, as if looking at us curiously.

"Their shells are too hard for bullets to deal with!" Triti said nervously swallowing.

"And we are running out of ammunition." I say.

"In hand-to-hand combat, there are too many of them." Tomie also showed a slightly nervous look, "Priest, do you have a way?" You know what that is. ”

"Are the dead soldiers the same dead bodies as zombies and ghost dogs?"

"It's a dead body, but the dead soldiers are special, although they also act in groups and have no intelligence, but the hard shell makes it difficult for ordinary limit weapons to destroy, and they are very flexible. There are many theories about their origins, but I've always been inclined to believe that they are artificial humanoid weapons like robots. "It's hard to see them under normal circumstances, they are usually set up as a fixed area for protection and expulsion, and our luck is so bad. ”

"I think they caught Mandela."

I agree with Tomie's inference.

"Why don't they attack?" Tryty asked.

"Probably...... In confirmation. The priest replied.

The Dead Soldier made a mechanically synthesized voice, which we couldn't answer as we had never heard the language before. After a long silence, the dead soldiers pounced on us.