"Are you going to ask about the mechanism of surgery? Okay, okay - you're a Catholic, aren't you? Oh yes, that's better to explain, yes, Mitchell, after this surgery, you'll be able to see God! Can you imagine? You can see the unique face of God, the face full of sweetness and sorrow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info You will communicate with God, you will become one with God, it is a supernatural ultimate experience, and most importantly, listen to me, and most importantly: the moment you see God, your brain potential will be extremely stimulated, and you will gain superhuman power in a short period of time. You are fearless, you will fight in your dreams in heaven, you will experience the feeling of angels, because you are an angel at that time! You will become the spear of God, piercing all ugliness, injustice, discrimination, and evil! Yes, this is the 'ultimate switch' in the human brain, this is the 'ultimate switch' that God has buried in the human brain, and I will turn on this switch through a completely painless minor operation to bring God's blessings to each and every one of you. Dr. Kuhlman's frenzied speech waving the Longinus Plan is vividly in my mind.

"Completely painless?" Mitchell remembers asking.

"Yes, it's completely painless - maybe you'll be as weak as an overworked actor after experiencing the 'God Awakening' in battle, but it's completely harmless! Absolutely no sequelae! You just need to take peptide medications regularly and take proper rest to recover completely without any side effects! Yes, I say this more responsibly than the doctors, and I will leave you with enough rehabilitation, I can guarantee that! Even if you run out of canned military food, you won't be able to finish those medicines! Dr. Kuhlman swears.

Dr. Kuhlman spent three days in Venezuela performing this "absolutely harmless" minimally invasive brain surgery for all the Spear of God mercenaries. And then left in a hurry.

The most unimaginable thing for Mitchell is that after he explicitly refused the operation, Kuhlman actually injected him, the mercenary supreme commander Mitchell Kanukou, with a fast-acting anesthetic, forcibly moved him to the operating table, and performed a very excessive operation.

When he woke up on the operating table, Kuhlman had already left early, and brazenly left a simple message:

"The last surgery is given away for free, and I won't charge anything - so you're welcome, dear."

That's when Mitchell sensed something was wrong—he had made it clear that his tribal ancestors wouldn't want to see modern medicine poke a scalpel into his head. But Dr. Kuhlman still said "you're welcome" to himself and forcibly pushed him onto the operating table. This implies a purpose: Kuhlman must have had an ulterior purpose.

"Sergeant! The appearance of the UN Maritime Fleet at sea level! The stronghold was within range of naval guns in two hours! The mercenaries rushed in again.

Mitchell's pupils narrowed, he knew the power of the United Nations Naval Fleet. Under the precision of 380 mm large-caliber naval guns, any ground target will be reduced to burning wreckage in an instant.

His mercenaries face the Last Judgment.

Just like the destruction they brought to the SEALs.

Mitchell's sense of crisis caused his adrenaline levels to surge, and the sympathetic nervous system strained and agitated, triggering a series of biochemical reactions that eventually intensified the part of the brain that he had surgically engineered to the temporal lobe center.

A special hormone that causes the "ancient prophets" to have a transcendent experience of divine affection, which is constantly secreted in a state of stress.

This hormone once caused the hunger striker Shakyamuni to come to enlightenment under the Bodhi tree. Muhammad, who had caused hunger, saw Allah in the cave. Tiny hormones that once allowed dying travelers to witness the glory of God in the desert, and once made drowning souls feel the warmth of heaven before they die - these microscopic amounts of hormones are the physiological basis for all prophets and sages to have the illusion of "witnessing miracles".

And this hormone, which has been secreted in large quantities in Mitchell's skull, is dosed in doses like that of a patient who abuses morphine.

Mitchell opened her mouth wide and trembled for a while like an orgasmic actress, and suddenly her body shook, and she raised her arms blankly, and cast her wandering gaze into the blue sky. In his vision, white clouds were writhing strangely, gathering into intricate religious patterns like church domes, and expensive and gorgeous gold paint was painted all over the sky at any cost. Mitchell is lying under the spire of Santa Maria Maggiore's Cathedral, looking up at Leonardo da Vinci's astonishing abstract motifs, a puzzle of colours called the "aesthetics of God" that is said to give a glimpse of God's mercy.

As Mitchell was intoxicated, the clouds rolled and assembled again, turning into an old, dynamic face, a compassionate human face, full of the sweetest sadness.

"Oh, GOD." Mitchell muttered, "What are you directing me?" Do not grieve, for I will become the spear of God, piercing through the hypocrisy and wickedness that comes; I will seek the glory of your gift in battle, because that is the only way for me to realize my worth. ”

Mitchell, the tall, hard-core Chilean mercenary commander, reverently opened his eyes and muttered prayers, and just like that, he opened his arms and walked out like a saint receiving worship.

What is Kuhlman's purpose?

Mitchell had long forgotten.

Because the second "awakening of God" had filled his body, the surging hormones had made him flutter, and he was soaked in the most extreme satisfaction that the physiological system could provide. He adores himself from the depths of his heart, desires to fight with all his heart, and knows that these killing desires are about to be satisfied, and his every move is filled with glory and glory.

Immersed in the ultimate happiness of life, Mitchell forgets the problems he was still trying to think about, and forgets his anger at Kuhlman. He smiled and pulled out his pistol.

“Ｉｎ，position！” Mitchell roared feverishly and activated the command system of the Spear of God mercenary: "In the name of Heavenly Father, meet the battle!" ”

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Lopis hadn't seen his master for forty days. She lost restraint in the panic of losing everything, and endlessly started the process of building the nano-printing pod, only when the Ark printing pod was "ticking" to create a new deep-sea combat android, she would get some comfort, hugging her knees tightly in the dark, restraining her emotions and trying to calm down.

The master is gone.

Am I too wordy? Am I not cute? Is Protos too ugly?

So the host wanted to leave me.

At the thought of "the master wants to leave me", Lofes was so frightened that he couldn't even breathe. (To be continued.) )