Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds - Chapter 724

Rewind time, before the extraordinary war started.

Realizing that there might be a problem with the remains of Ian Crook being transported back to headquarters, Arthur entrusted his most loyal knights to destroy the **** remains, an order so firm and solemn that the loyal knights even noticed that In the turbulent invasion of foreign enemies, the leader’s order must be executed first.

He passed through layers of heavily guarded and heavily guarded portals to his destination.

Ian Crook, lying on the cold stone platform.

Just looking at the appearance, it is completely impossible to identify the identity of this person.

The ex-MI5 official who wrecked London in one day, leaving the government, the U.S. imperialists and the Round Table in turmoil, his awakening inspired the Round Table to admit this new member, and his death shocked everyone Incessantly, unexpectedly.

The terrorists who manipulated the black fire and kidnapped the American ambassador have peeled off their skin and died of flesh and blood. The result of the preliminary analysis is that they were held to death by too powerful force. This phenomenon has puzzled the Knights of the Round Table, while the research results of bones and other aspects are Let the leaders of the round table have a haze in their hearts.

Because from the survey results, Ian Crook did wake up only once.

But these things are no longer important.

Arthur’s order was to destroy the skeleton—not with an axe, not smashed with a hammer, not even in an incinerator, but utterly destroyed.

The knight codenamed Bedivere stared at the **** skeleton without changing his expression, closed his eyes for a moment, then raised his left hand and pressed his right shoulder.

Then his calm and handsome face turned hideous, contorted in pain.

The cruel blood of the beast appeared in his eyes, the knight of the round table roared in a low voice, his body was hunched in pain, and in the wild howl like a beast, his right arm swelled rapidly, tore his sleeve, waved it with force, deformed and cracked in a short time His arm even became half the size of his body, the terrifying one-eyed opened from his shoulder, the right arm was like a dragon and a demon, and the black cuticle and scales stretched and intertwined, growing tangled.

This is his power, a gift from his master, and a manifestation of the round table’s grace.

Bedivere raised the huge animal claw high, and the black flame-like swaying flame was attached to it. With just one blow, he could grind the wreckage into fly ash, and this was Arthur’s task.

—But for some reason, the knight hesitated.

He suddenly felt that the wreckage of Ian in front of him showed a great sense of beauty, like a perfect work of art, gorgeous, beautiful, and invaluable, and should not be destroyed lightly.

…wrong.

The rumbling vibration broke the intoxication in his eyes. This was the sound of explosions and shaking from the invasion of foreign enemies. He wanted to execute Arthur’s order, and then return to him as soon as possible to protect him.

The knights of the round table raised their claws again.

— He hesitated a second time.

Arthur is worried about the means of Kant hidden in this remains… But the battle has started, and there is no change in the bones, indicating that Arthur’s guess is not true, then, should we destroy this inaccurate guess for this inaccurate guess? A work of art with unlimited potential and uniqueness?

…Wait a moment.

Bedivere showed a look of astonishment. He shook his head vigorously, and his subconscious and reason competed in his mind. This is obviously a **** and ugly skeleton, not a work of art. Why do I think so? Why can’t I control my emotions? Who is thinking in my head? Who is telling me these things?

He let out a roar, black flames filled the air, and the sharp claws broke through the air.

To destroy this evil thing.

– The sharp claws were millimeters away from Ian’s skull, and then stopped.

Bedivere’s body froze.

There was a look of horror in his eyes.

Because he saw Ian’s head, which had lost its flesh and had hollow eyes, and moved.

The skeleton lying flat on the stone platform turned to look at him.

The mouth, which had lost its lips, cheeks and even gums, opened and closed.

The hoarse voice sounded like the roar of hell: “You… Who are you?”

The corpse is talking.

Bedivere stared at this scene like a statue.

– How beautiful, how pure.

He couldn’t move his eyes, body, hands, or feet. He could only observe this scene quietly and closely, but his heart was filled with unprecedented tranquility and joy.

He gradually understood everything.

Why beautiful, why hesitate, why can’t move.

Because the noblest part of one’s own body says that it is beautiful and should not be destroyed.

– Indeed.

The next moment, Bedivere only felt a pain in his abdomen, and his body regained consciousness. He looked down, and the left hand of the skeleton had passed through his body and dug out his heart.

– What an honor.

The other party’s voice was full of hatred and fury: “You are… the round table…”

The rapid passing of life means the end of everything. Dying here, in the hands of a corpse who has just woken up, Bedivere didn’t resist, scream, or struggle, even though he had regained control over his body, the only thing he could do. What happened was… a smile.

The Knight of the Round Table fell to the sky, his beastly inflated right arm wilted like a punctured balloon, and blood-colored light poured into the skeleton along the arm.

“I…”

Memories flooded my mind like a flood.

worst day ever.

The last picture of the airport.

“I’m Ian… Ian Crook…”

“but…”

The skeleton withdrew his arm, looked at his fleshless and bloodless phalanx, at his thin and terrifying arms, at his dense ribs, under the blood-colored film, the organs were also inactive, he finally looked at With an empty pelvis, all of this is like a nightmare, contrary to all natural common sense.

He was a tall, handsome, typical Caucasian, a pure Celtic.

Now, he’s become a chicken-free thing.

The memory of the past was retrieved, the strong contrast made him roar, he wailed mournfully, looking at his body in disbelief, the disappearing flesh, his body, his flesh, his face, he became a Monster, such a self, no one will believe even if he calls himself Ian Crook, even if such a face appears in front of his wife and daughter, it will stun them directly.

He lost everything.

All because of… all because of…

– What is the name of that Chinese! Who is he! Who is he!

When he thought of his life being arbitrarily interfered with, when he thought that he had become like this, and in the end he didn’t even know the name of the Chinese, or who he was, his anger raged and he couldn’t control himself. He roared silently. Roaring angrily, all five insides were burned, and he almost ripped apart his revived soul – his life was shattered, and he could no longer hug his wife and daughter, all thanks to him!

…and many more!

Vanessa! Shanna! my treasure!

where are you! ?

His dedication and love for his family even overwhelmed his hatred. Searching in the sea of ​​memory, he thought of the situation before his death, and it was like falling into an ice cave in an instant.

At that time, his wife and daughter were by his side, and when he died, he was useless to the Chinese. In other words, the situation at that time was that he who threatened the round table and fought against the government died.

Only a helpless wife and daughter were left.

in front of the round table.

In an instant, the scenes he saw in the execution of the mission flashed in his mind, the blacked-out reports, the deleted records, the corpses, the inhuman deceased, the **** corpse scene…

“Do not!!”

Round table! Round table! Round table! Round table! Round table!

The world became bright red, full of blood, and all the anger and killing intent swept through the boiling again. He recalled the anger at the airport. The madness and pain that emerged in his heart turned into pure strength. At that moment, he even felt that he The whole world can be torn apart – the whole world!

Round table! Round table!

Find them and save Shanna and Vanessa!

To kill them, to defeat them, to frighten them.

—Ian is well aware of the power and power of the Round Table.

Powerful and strange transcendents, monstrous powers, want to defeat them…

More power is needed.

The body of the knight of the round table, who fell to the ground, was suspended with blood droplets that were visible to the naked eye.

The huge wound was torn, and a terrifying abnormal sound was heard.

A thin skeleton cannot provide huge output, just like a solid foundation needs a solid stone, otherwise it will not be a mansion, Ian Crook looked at his **** bones, the instinct deep in the soul turned into a practical desire —He needs body, he needs flesh and blood, and…

The more the better.

The body of the Knight of the Round Table suddenly burst open, and the torn flesh shattered and reassembled in the air, attached to the sensible skeleton, carefully wrapped, like a lining.

not enough.

Ian pushed open the heavy wooden door, walked through the dark and **** basement, and opened a door again. Several oathmen turned their heads, and then exclaimed in unison.

The blood-colored figure flew like electricity, the fragile human body was torn into two pieces, blood and blood splattered, and large tracts of flesh and blood were kneaded and tempered by invisible and powerful forces into pieces of stronger muscles, wrapped layer by layer. Skeletons, one tribute after another, contributed their own flesh and blood.

Ian moved on.

The place with the most flesh and blood, the place with the most round tables, find them and eat them!

Constantly killing and collecting flesh and blood, he began to break through from the underground of the tightly sealed castle, killing the sworn and even supernatural beings who were guarding and preparing for defense. The warriors at the round table only watched a **** demon strode in unstoppable strides. Come, like a demon that crawled out of hell, devoured the flesh and blood of the mortal world, built his own body, and the broken flesh and blood of his fellow robes reunited and gathered on him.

With that terrifying appearance and gesture, even the followers of the Round Table were shocked and terrified.

Outside the inner lining, several layers of flesh-and-blood defense were condensed and forged, followed by the outer shell. In the center of the breastplate was a distorted and howling face. The heavy wrist armor constructed of bone plates showed barbs, and the heavy boots on the ground were full of With blood-colored ripples, the **** Demon God put on a robe, and huge bone spurs grew and extended from his back, stretched out to the sky, straight like a sword, and the flesh and blood blooming like piranha flowers on his neck gradually closed, and the hollow The skeleton was wrapped in it, giving birth to a skeleton-like crown helmet with sharp bone spurs all over it.

The demon-like monster with a height of nearly three meters removed the skeleton sword from its back.

The broad blade is a **** cuticle, the skeletons on both sides of the back of the sword are terrifying, and the hilt is wrapped around several twisted skeleton hands, which are tightly held by the terrifying killer.

It’s the devil, it’s the Terminator, it’s the slayer, it’s the avenger from hell.

A monster made of flesh and blood.

Almost instinctively, the members of the British Round Table came up with an incomparably appropriate code name, which originated from a novel in the 19th century in England, and is generally regarded by the public as the world’s first true science fiction An image portrayed in… Born from a corpse, the stitching of flesh and blood.

It’s called…

“Frankenstein!”

The bone giant sword slammed into the ground with infinite ruthless killing intent!

In the underground secret hall of the Round Table, the main members retreated here with the Hand of Glory. This is a shelter that is strong enough to withstand powerful attacks, so it is a safe escape. The Round Table began to build this place after World War I, and until the 90s, every year To drill, maintain and remodel.

They thought the place would never be used again.

“—Don’t panic.”

Arthur looked at the disquieted Knights of the Round Table: “Isn’t the master’s order very clear? He will shelter us, we stay here, together with the hand of glory, the master’s will will become a barrier to shelter us, and we will Safe from the clutches of the invaders… don’t waver, believe in it!”

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice sounded from the monitoring that was still in effect.

“Get out of the way, let the professionals come – listen to the people inside, you are already surrounded, lay down your weapons, and surrender quickly, anyway, you westerners have such a tradition, right? Don’t take chances, AWSL is a company Those who started by digging can dig through several kilometers of underground structures, what’s more, you can put down a three-meter-thick iron gate and surround yourself with granite?”

Kant’s joking voice came in: “I’ll tell you, if you resist and let me dig a hole, then after digging through, I’ll connect you to the sewage pipes in the whole of London…”

Most of the soldiers have returned to the White Mist World, leaving only a small number of elite soldiers and small drones with space beacons around Kant – mainly because they are afraid that this villain organization will blow themselves up, this is not a movie, no Gives you a minute to defuse the bomb.

Rather than force these **** to jump off the wall, let them come out on their own.

“Don’t worry, the policies of our Chinese people are very good.” Kant shouted, “I can set up a letter with Yue Zhongtang, you surrender, I will never kill you!”

The knights were a little moved. Arthur looked around and said viciously: “Don’t have illusions. The greatness we serve is by no means comparable to Kant. If we bow our heads now, how will the master treat us?”

Someone said: “But…”

“But what?” the leader of the round table gritted his teeth, “The master said let us wait here, things must turn around, maybe the government starts to interfere, maybe our allies start to put pressure on Kant, in short, stick to it and stay here. , wait, wait for what the master says…”

“—啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！”恐怖的声响从大厅西侧的门后隐约传来，大门被猛然撞开，血淋淋的高阶宣誓者连滚带爬地惨叫，“弗兰肯斯坦!”

Before he finished speaking, a large sword passed through the blood-colored fog and pinned him to the ground.

A monster nearly three meters high appeared in front of them, roaring: “The round table! Who is Arthur!”

People turned their heads in unison and looked at their leader. The next moment, Arthur said angrily: “Enemy attack! Fight! Hand of glory, please grant…”

The eulogy stopped in astonishment, and Arthur turned his head in disbelief. The hand of glory that the Master had given them to gather strength and offer sacrifices refused his request.

The wind was fierce, the ghosts roared, and the **** devil raised his sword.

The blood is blooming, and the screams are endless!

“Fuck, what are you doing?”

A series of vague screams and busy sounds sounded on the broadcast, and then the connection was cut off. There was nothingness. Kant scratched his head: “This is not a trap, right?”

“The British film industry should be very developed.”

“That’s right.” Kant put his hands on the ground, “Strike-excavation!”

The shelter was full of flesh and blood, and the corpses were scattered. Ian grabbed Arthur and roared: “Where is my wife and daughter! Where is my wife, my daughter! Where is Shanna! Where are they!?”

“you…”

Arthur looked at the other party in horror and confusion, and in an instant, he suddenly understood the identity of the other party.

“Ian…” Fright turned to surprise, confusion became sudden, “You…”

“-tell me!”

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, maybe it was because the other party’s killing intent was so resolute, maybe because he realized something, Arthur smiled and grinned: “Dead, killed by Kant.”

The violent and painful killing intent surging and venting: “Kant! Kant!”

“Yes! It’s him, your real enemy is him! He is the Chinese who controls you. He thinks you are useless. He killed your wife and daughter and told them to shut up forever. That’s your enemy. I’m not your enemy, Ian, we can join forces, we can seek revenge for Kant together…”

“—No! You are my enemy too!”

The giant sword pierced through Arthur’s body in an instant, and Ian said fiercely: “You and Kant are going to die!”

“I think I heard someone say I’m handsome.”

At this moment, the sky above the sanctuary shook, and a piece of the solid dome was suddenly missing, as if a corner had been gnawed by the dragon of the world, and the divine radiance descended with the judge holding up.

Power armors of different shapes slammed to the ground, guards surrounded him, and the Transformers who separated from the war module and turned into individual soldier mode flew in the air, and the sound of metal transformation was endless, like a steel eagle, Wearing the golden armor cast by the scorching sun, the fire thieves who descended from the sky looked at the fallen and violent vengeful soul cast from flesh and blood, with clear boundaries between light and darkness.

“Wori, you have a lot of sense in your look.”

Kant asked, “Who are you, macho?”

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PS1: Update… I feel like this Frankenstein is a little more interesting. (nod)