If there is one of the most complex and sophisticated instruments on the planet, it is undoubtedly the human race itself.

All the man-made things born in the Age of Prosperity are nothing compared to the wonders of nature.

And even in the short life of the past, the scholars of the past have not been able to fully decipher all the secrets hidden by the Creator in this organism.

This "machine" is almost omnipotent.

Although he will always have more unsolved problems than he has solved, in the face of time, all known problems seem to be solved in the end.

However, the machine is not designed for a single purpose, so there must be limits to specific domains.

And if you want to break through that boundary-

You have to give up your identity as a human being.

The moment you wake up from the resurrection point, the midnight killing of the chicken is decided.

In order to become stronger –

He's no longer a man!

At least this life is not done!

……

"You've got it all figured? Once you embark on this path, the heavy shackles will stay with you for the rest of your life, and you will never look back...... Quack."

Boulder Military Building.

Prosthetic Modification Laboratory.

Looking at the man lying on the operating table, Ibs had a twisted smile on his face.

He could have laughed a little more amiably, but he didn't really want to do that.

The engineers and doctors next to them have long been accustomed to the bad taste of their bosses, and they are no longer surprised.

Saws, wrenches, hammers, countless flexible robotic arms suspended above the operating table, various cutter heads, etc., all the construction tools are ready.

As soon as the client nods his head in front of the camera lens and makes this final life and death situation, they can immediately start working on this guy.

However, to Ibs's slight disappointment, the man lying on the operating table did not show a look of fear or apprehension because of his words.

The crisp answer was as if the man lying on the operating table was not himself at all, but something else.

"Hurry up! Don't bother."

Looking at this guy who was urging up, Ibers was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile.

"As you wish."

With that, he beckoned.

The doctors and engineers who were waiting on the side did not talk nonsense, and immediately started working on the equipment.

Lying on the operating table at midnight, it was simply a matter of killing chickens, closing his eyes, not looking at the bloody picture at all, and going straight off the line to do something else.

The human skeleton determines the basic framework of the person, and also determines the upper limit of the person.

Even if the quality of a powerful awakened person in a certain field is far beyond that of ordinary people, they will not become monsters out of the category of people.

Therefore, the first thing Jushi Military Industry has to do is to replace the bones of the entire spine, legs, arms and other parts for him, replace the calcium salt with titanium alloy, and replace the complex exchange of bioelectric signals and chemical signals with a pure electronic control unit.

Then, the construction workers replaced his original organic skin with 10-thick special prefabricated steel plates, and filled his huge shell with complex and reliable motors and power units.

There was a clanging in the operating room.

One moment there was the sound of sawing bones, the next it was the pounding of metal, the next it was the hum of arc welding, the blood was flying everywhere, and there was charred charcoal on the ground.

It's not like an operating room, it's more like a workshop.

And that's exactly what happened.

Under the flickering of electric sparks, a burly and magnificent "metal giant" nearly three meters tall gradually took shape.

His left arm fits a one-meter-long chainsaw, which can be replaced with the manipulator on the front, while his right arm is the barrel of a 19-caliber XB-1 "Growler" blaster, which is collapsible like the one-meter-long chainsaw, and can also be machined on the front of the forearm

Hand replacement.

It can be used as a heavy rifle to fire armor-piercing shells, and can also be used as a support equipment to fire air-burst grenades of the same caliber.

As for the power source of the armor, it is a metal hydrogen battery with a full weight of three kilograms, which can last up to a week.

It is no exaggeration to say that his whole person is a walking lumberjack + self-propelled recoilless gun, and he also has front armor with a thickness of 30.

The helmet is the hardest part.

After all, it is the place where the most flesh and blood are left in the entire body, and it is also the center of the entire set of armor information processing, so it naturally has to focus on protection.

If he could, Midnight Killer actually planned to put two rocket launchers on his chest.

But unfortunately, this set of armor was not ordered by him, but a new experiment made by Jushi Military Industry. As a "guinea pig", he only has the right to choose whether to wear this white prostitute gear, and he has no right to DIY.

The entire set of armor was designed by the product research and development department of Jushi Military Industry, and the name of the project is "Power Warrior" program.

As the name suggests, it is to directly replace the redundant burden on the human body with wearable power armor, so as to make self-propelled armor driven by people.

Under such a design, even if the heart is pierced, it can still live, because there is no such thing as a heart at all, and instead it is a simple blood pump. The digestive system is also completely omitted and replaced by an inlet for the nutrient solution and a waste port for the discharge of metabolites.

With the progress of the transformation, this weapon system, called "Power Warrior", has completely become a part of the body of Midnight Killer.

Standing next to the operating table, Ibers watched with an intoxicated smile on his face, satisfyingly admiring the masterpiece he had conceived as it gradually took shape.

This is the brain hole he developed after watching the battle video of the Jungle Corps.

In pursuit of greater power, those green-skinned guys have transformed themselves into half-flesh, half-mechanical iron lumps.

In his opinion, this brain hole is simply amazing!

It is worth vigorously promoting in the society of the organism!

If the residents of Boulder City had such a high consciousness and pursuit, Boulder Military Industry would have become the world's No. 1 military enterprise long ago!

Unfortunately, most people are reluctant to replace body parts with mechanical prosthetics, and instead "flashy" biomimetic prosthetics are more popular.

Most mercenaries will only discreetly put one or two prosthetics on themselves when they have to.

But fortunately, there is no shortage of good people with high-class interests and pursuits in this part of the Alliance.

They are completely different from ordinary people's concepts, and even reach the level of deviance in the eyes of ordinary people, and their acceptance of all kinds of strange mechanical prostheses is extremely high, and they dare to put any inexplicable parts on their bodies.

With the support of such a group of lovely people, more professional equipment, and rich experience in the design of combat prosthetics, there is no reason why you can't make a more awesome one!

Ibs is confident about this.

His "Power Warrior" project will be a new take on the traditional concept of "power armor", completely combining man and weapon into one!

It's going to be like that!

Of course, because many biomimetic parts are too scarce and expensive, his design idea is even more simple and crude than the prosthetics on those mutants, directly replacing some parts that originally required the installation of biomimetic organs with machine structures.

In terms of power source, due to the lack of nuclear fuel, even if the alliance has a black box capable of making fusion batteries, he can only temporarily replace them with chemical batteries.

However, even if there are many inconveniences, it still cannot affect the strength of this war machine.

This set of equipment is simply tailor-made for the Jungle Corps!

However, unlike Ibers, who looked appreciative and intoxicated, the surgeon standing next to the operating table had a numb scalp.

Especially when he saw the intestines and minced meat discarded in the plastic bucket at his feet, he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

「…… The

Eighty percent of the guys are crazy."

"Be confident, it's right to change eighty percent to ten achievements," wiping the blood stains from the tablet terminal, the engineer wearing a hard hat couldn't help but complain, "If you have a normal mind, who would change yourself to this appearance."

Don't doubt it.

If he changes himself to this one day, I'm afraid his wife will have to divorce him the next day.

No one wants to live with a monster, and becoming like this is basically equivalent to giving up all the attributes of being a human being.

After all, why do you want to pursue power and pursue this?

Is it bad to be a person?

"Are the guys who live in the vault freaks?"

"me and give me the saw."

"Give."

Of course, in addition to the guys who thought like him, there were also people who threw their admiring eyes at the iron pimple on the operating table.

Giving up on being human in pursuit of the ultimate power that can fight the many evils of the wasteland, these guys are true warriors!

The engineer who operated the tool respectfully attached the 19 barrel to him, a symbol of status, and tightened the last screw.

A power warrior that costs up to 500,000 yuan is just done!

The midnight killer did not wake up from his deep sleep.

Ibs stared at the perfect steel shell for a moment, and as his gaze rested on his face, he suddenly touched his chin with a soft sigh.

This face......

How he looked at it and how it felt familiar.

Where have I ever seen it?

At this time, the midnight killer lying on the operating table shook his head, woke up from his sleep, and then sat up from the operating table.

The doctor next to him was taken aback and hurriedly said.

"Sir, you'd better not exercise vigorously now, although we gave you a tissue repair solution that accelerates wound healing, but it's better for you to take it easy."

Hearing this kind reminder, Midnight Killer smiled innocently, raised his huge arm and touched the back of his head with the unskilled mechanical hand.

"It's okay, I feel like I'm almost recovered."

Although the recovery speed of strength players is not as fast as that of the Constitution system, it is still outstanding compared to several other systems.

He feels too good to be better now!

I can't wait to go to the nearby city and find a few creepers to practice.

Not right-

With his current equipment, it would be a waste to find a Creeper to practice, and if he wanted to find it, he would have to find an evolution like a tyrant or a corrupt horseman.

How to reflect the combat effectiveness of this set of equipment?

Looking at the midnight chicken killer who jumped off the operating table, Ibers put away his previous suspicions and said with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Your recovery speed is indeed unusual, generally speaking, even if you fully recover, the phantom pain and discomfort after surgery will last for three or four days.... Anyway, how does it feel?

He tapped his breastplate with his fist, listened to the crisp muffled sound, and grinned at the corner of his mouth at midnight.

"I feel so powerful that I can even screw my head off!"

Hearing this, Ibs coughed and hurriedly instructed.

"I'd advise you not to do that...... Anyway, this is also equipment worth half a million yuan, and if I die unexpectedly before I go to the battlefield, I won't be able to recover the valuable experimental data."

Midnight Killer said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, how can I twist my head to play.

With that, he walked out the door.

The doctor on the side saw that he was about to leave, and hurriedly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, just in case of possible rejection, I suggest you stay here for a few hours before leaving."

The entry of any allogeneic tissue into an immunocompetent host will inevitably result in rejection of varying degrees of severity.

While this is technically eliminative, but

They have never given any client so many prostheses at once.

Midnight Killer waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"It's okay, it's okay, if there's something bad I'll come back and take a look, I've got a mission here, and now I have to go."

"Mission??"

The doctor was stunned and looked at him in amazement, as if he were looking at a monster.

Midnight Killer smiled heartily and nodded.

"Well, that's a coincidence, and I just happened to be working."

He was browsing the official website when he went offline, and suddenly saw a pop-up window popping up in the taskbar, and he couldn't hold back his itch and immediately returned online.

Coincidentally, when he came up, the NPC next to the operating table just happened to screw the last screw on his "Power Warrior" system.

The surgery was done almost on point!

"But ......"

The doctor's expression was still a little hesitant, and it was obvious that he wanted to persuade him again, but Ibers on the side stopped him.

"Let him go."

Looking at the young man who turned around and walked towards the elevator, Ibers continued slowly with an appreciative smile on his face.

"Such a positive child, you can't bear to pour cold water on his enthusiasm...... Tsk, it's really inhuman."

The doctor turned his head and looked at his boss in amazement.

It's okay if there's no humanity......

Who the hell is inhuman?

After a pause, Ibs continued in a pleasant tone.

"Besides, I also want to see the actual combat data of this equipment as soon as possible so that I can improve the next version."

He couldn't be more glad he had made the decision.

It's great to be part of the league!

……

Pinecone Farmstead.

The winter sun is not strong, and it is even a little cold, shining on people's faces as cold and cold, as if soaking in cold water.

A hazy expression was imprinted on every face in the settlement.

People looked at each other with horror in their eyes, as if they were looking at a wild beast, for fear that he would suddenly go crazy in the next second......

In fact, in a sense, the serfs living in a huge settlement like the Pinecone Farm could be regarded as free. They didn't work in shackles, they were tied to the land, and they weren't allowed to leave the land under their feet.

They were slaves, but not quite, and the day was 15 hours instead of 24 hours. They have their own property, but they do not own it completely, and only have the power to use "that part of which the master has permitted him to use."

The average family here usually has a wooden house, a few children, a small plot of arable land or a "share", and a few fruit trees.

The grain grown in the land is mainly eaten by themselves, and in addition to cultivating their own land, they need to cultivate the farmer's field.

If you want to use the farmer's mill, machinery, fertilizer, etc., or the occasional high-yielding seed brought by the Wastelander, you will need to pay an additional tax.

Since there is no currency here, the type of tax is usually not fixed, sometimes it is three chicks and fifteen eggs, sometimes two jars of jam, which is usually announced at the beginning of the year.

This is farming.

And if it's a hotel, a pulp maker, or a craftsman, the product that needs to be offered becomes something else.

The hammer is the serf here, and the most common kind of serf.

The name is a bit strange, but it's not at all strange to be placed at Pineca Farm.

His neighbor also had a young man named Bench, but unfortunately half of his mother-in-law's face was gnawed off last night, and the person had already gone.

The memory of last night is not very clear, he only remembers going to bed very early and waking up not in bed, but standing on the street with many people.

At that time, he was scared half to death, and thought it was a miracle from the Holy Son, so he quickly knelt on the ground and prayed to the Holy Son......

It wasn't until the Coalition radioed the events of the night, and saw bodies being carried out of the colony for burial, that he gradually remembered the vague memory and realized what had happened to himself and others......

It was a nightmare.

He was only glad that he and his family were still alive, and although they were crazy, they didn't eat people, and they weren't killed.

Before dawn, he went to the neighbor's house to take a look, and found that the madwoman had hanged herself, leaving only a baby in swaddling clothes, babbling and crying.

Maybe it was the mother's instinct, maybe it was the husband's corpse that made her gnaw long enough, anyway, she didn't eat the child too.

Hammer could not bear it, so he took the poor boy back to his house, and gave him a scribbled name like his father's.

From now on, the bench has changed from a twenty-one-twelve-year-old boy to a half-grown child.

He'll have to talk to the steward in a moment.

I believe that the adult will understand him and count the child in his name. And in this way, he will be able to pay a little less ration this winter.

In order to change his mood, he walked to the hammer outside the house and took a deep breath, but the smell of blood that could not be dispersed made his mood no better.

But now is not the time to be in a daze.

According to the rules, he had to rush to the cowshed before dawn with his farm implements and wait for the steward's supervisor to arrange the day's work.

Running through a few dirt roads, he panted and pushed the fence open and entered the door, finally arriving at the cowshed before he was late.

There were a number of people standing under the broken wooden shed.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, Hammer panicked in his heart, thinking that Bacheng would have to eat the whip, so he walked over hard.

However, he was surprised to see that the overseer who usually stood guard at the door was gone.

Unusual!

The sun is really coming out in the west today!

Entering the shed, Hammer soon found that he seemed to be a little too early in his joy, and the overseer did not not come, but stood with some of the servants under the butler to discuss something.

The heart that had just been put down tightened again, and he walked over with a cower.

"Adult ......"

He was about to explain the matter of the bench family and inquire if he could pay less rations at the end of next year, but he was impatiently driven to the side by the overseer.

"Get out, I don't have time to pay attention to you."

Not bothering to glance at the hammer, he warned the clay leg to get away, and then continued to whisper with the servants.

"Captain Luo Feihui seems to be dead too......

"Doesn't he have a younger brother?"

"His brother is a centurion, what can he do!"

"It's hard, he seems to have the most ideas."

"What about the other officers? What do they think?"

"It's hard to say......

I vaguely heard the whispers of those people, and a blank expression appeared on the face of the hammer.

What are they talking about?

And what disturbed him the most was not the rebellious words they said, but the unscrupulous words they stood here and said.

The settlement seems to be about to change......

Unable to fit into that circle, Hammer had no choice but to go where he was supposed to go, standing with the peasants who were standing in groups of three or five.

Maybe it was because they saw that those overseers were talking about the master-family unscrupulously, and these usually submissive guys also became bold.

"The master is gone...... What can we do?"

"Oh, if he hadn't wanted to plant those fruits and invited those chanting sticks from the south, how could this have happened!"

"That's it! Isn't it good to grow camu camu?"

"Master, there's no way, isn't it that the camu fruit can't be sold for a price, and the factory owners in the north don't accept that thing this year."

"Hey!

」

The more everyone talked, the more they sighed, and they were worried about each other, but they were helpless.

They are not entirely worried about the uncertain future, but more often they don't know who to blame for a while.

Oh, yes.

Who is to blame?

Is it to blame the factory owners in the River Valley Province for not taking care of their business, or is it to blame the farms in the Luoxia Province for stealing their business? Or maybe it's the villain who speaks slander around the master, or the master himself is a little confused.

Of course, the Union is not a good thing either.

If it weren't for them sneaking in and stimulating the group of gods, those people would not have suddenly done such an extreme thing.

Songguomu Farm is the largest settlement in Geumkawa City, so would it be any good for the church to sacrifice this settlement?

They have long since joined the Torch Church and given everything to the Supreme Son, and those people have no reason to come to harm them.

After all, it doesn't make sense at all.

Occasionally, shepherds would take a head out of the sheepfold and kill them, but no madman would slaughter all the sheep at once.

It's not good at all!

Seeing everyone shaking their heads and sighing, Coconut couldn't help but say.

"What are you all talking about...... Didn't the lord have a daughter alive?"

Everyone looked at each other.

A man with a wrinkled face couldn't help but remind.

"She's only eight years old."

"So what? Even if you're only eight years old...... She also bleeds the blood of her lord, and she is also the heir to this farm, so if something so big happens, she has to take care of us." When he said this, Hammer actually had a little selfishness in his heart.

The old man is not easy to deceive, and he is hard-hearted, but the child should be very easy to deceive, and a handful of snot and tears must be soft-hearted.

If that young lady is really allowed to be the farmer, the days to come will not be easier. Anyway, he is also a farmer, who is not planting?

The farmer on the side chimed in.

"Someone has to take care of it."

Although he didn't think that an eight-year-old child could manage anything, he agreed with the second half of this guy's sentence, that someone really had to take care of it.

The other farmers nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a loud voice came from the side.

"That's right! It's not going to go on like this, someone really has to take care of it!"

As he spoke, the overseer approached.

When everyone saw that face, they scattered in fear, but they didn't expect that the usually fierce and vicious man had a warm smile on his face at this time.

The coconut head was the most surprising.

Because it had only been a few minutes before that he had been glared at by the overseer.

The vicious dog-like eyes......

But his soul was almost gone.

Ignoring the frightened expressions of the crowd, the overseer continued with a smile on his face.

"It doesn't matter if it's the honorable lady, or a thousand masters, or some capable person under the butler...... Somebody has to come out and take charge of the situation."

Looking at the people who were whispering and even nodding their heads frequently, the smile on the overseer's face became brighter, although there was a bit of sarcasm behind the smile.

These guys are born animals, like sheep in a sheepfold. Even if they are led outside, they will not be able to go far at all.

The days of this farm have changed, and these guys are still thinking about what to do today, and whether they can pay less rations tomorrow.

Sure enough, slaves are slaves all their lives.

And he is different.

What others see is that the sky has fallen, but what he sees is the hope of becoming a human being.

Looking at the smile on the overseer's face, the hammer suddenly shuddered.

It wasn't the coldness that made him shudder with a smile, and he didn't see anything at that level, but something like that had happened a few hours ago

Son, this guy can still laugh.

The overseer didn't look at him at all, but continued in that loud voice.

"Now is the time when the future farmer needs us, let's go to the gate of the manor together***, whoever wants to come out and preside over the overall situation, we will support whom."

"Who wants to come with me?"

If you can stand by his side when the future lord needs him most, with this credit, he can even become the steward of the farm, and from then on he will ascend to the sky!

However, he kept an eye on it in the end, and used the word future farmer very cleverly, so that even if he bet on the wrong treasure for a while, he could change his words in time without falling into the matter.

What if?

It is not entirely impossible that the officers should agree and decide to support the young lady.

Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't have as much thought as him, just plain panic.

There is an unwritten rule on the farm that they are not allowed to go near the manor unless ordered to work in the manor by order from the steward.

Moreover, farming is their job.

Running around without finishing the work is not something that can be lifted with a few whips, and it is not possible to get shots.

Seeing the concern in those eyes, the overseer smiled and continued.

"Don't worry, today is an exception! I can guarantee that even if you don't do farm work today, no one will punish you!"

Hearing this, everyone finally let go of their worries, and they all echoed excitedly, completely standing on the side of the overseer.

Under the call of the overseer, everyone carried farm tools in the direction of the manor, although the hammer did not want to mix, just wanted to do farm work, but when they saw that everyone went, they could only follow hard.

Maybe because of the terrible nightmare last night, there were no people on the spacious streets, let alone soldiers patrolling and checking them.

But when he arrived at the gate of the manor, the overseer was dumbfounded, and saw that there were already a lot of people in front of the magnificent gate, and there were all kinds of people.

Obviously, he is not the only one who has the idea of opportunism, and everyone coincidentally wants to go together.

But unfortunately, the most critical person who stood up and presided over the overall situation happened to be missing.

There's no one here competing for the farmer's place.

He saw neither the powerful officers, nor the eight-year-old lady, nor the old man's confidant butler.

Only a few soldiers of the Union stood at the door.

Looking at the more and more crowds gathering on the street, the quit smoking standing at the door is also a big head.

The Coalition's Guards had already brought a few officers on the farm under control, and those guys were very cooperative after seeing the power of the telepathic interference device, but they didn't expect the serfs who were the least likely to make trouble to make a fuss.

The murderous dagger glanced at quitting smoking with a weak heart.

"What the hell are they trying to do......

And they stood still, and did not speak.

Quit smoking and swallow saliva.

"How do I know......

They had received information from the army command that the mutant troops were on their way here, but it was not clear from which direction.

The administrators told them to be careful and to protect the telepathic interference device located in the annex.

At this juncture, they don't have time to care about these guys.

It's not a way to quit smoking and clear his throat and shout in a non-standard human language.

"Friends of Pinecone Farm, what are you doing here?"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

After a few moments, one of them mustered up the courage to shout.

"We want to know...... Whoever the new farmer is, and where the steward is, someone has to arrange the work for today."

Soon someone responded, and everyone nodded frequently.

"Nope

Wrong!"

"Excuse me...... Call the master for us.

Alas!

That's it!

Quit smoking smiled when he heard this, and replied without thinking about it.

"Don't worry, there will be no farmer here in the future!"

"You have been liberated, you have grown your own food, go home!

After the forced installation, quitting smoking was waiting for people to cheer, but I didn't expect that the words just fell, and the originally calm scene instantly exploded.

Hearing that there was no farmer here, the hammer standing in the crowd panicked in his heart, and was about to speak, when the overseer next to him changed his face greatly, and shouted before him.

"How's that going to work?"

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