Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 319 "Unrestricted Mixed Martial Arts Tournament"

Minks' death was met with applause from the public.

But these things are meaningless to rabbis.

She didn't come for this kind of thing.

Revenge is such a boring and empty thing. Even if you succeed, the things you truly cherish have long been torn to shreds by the past.

However, let's put these worries aside for now; the matter is not over yet.

Rabbi looked at the silent Slovendo.

Slovendo had been trying to escape, but these puppets had really put in the effort. The council, as the true prey that the Net was waiting for, wasn't some rabbi, but him.

His gaze swept over the tense members of parliament present. He couldn't tell who had really planned this all along, but the fact that all the guard puppets had been replaced with puppets designed to assassinate him was enough to show the majority of the ruling faction in this parliament.

"Do you think killing me will make things go away?" Slovendo said. Even if he was isolated and in danger, he would not bow down to the outcasts of the world who were even lower than the bastards in the gray neighborhoods.

“Naive,” he said dismissively. “Your actions will be seen as a trampling of Metropolitan Pure Whiteism. You will be met with severe retaliation. All of you, whether you are here or not, will either die or be stripped of your non-existent human rights and become slaves for life.”

"Before you say that, shouldn't you take a look at your own situation?" one member of parliament said, frowning.

"No matter what the situation, I will not change my attitude towards you. A monkey is a monkey, and no matter how much you resemble a human, you cannot change your nature. Moreover, don't be too happy about the situation."

"He's about to die and he's still being stubborn! Tsk, what are they doing? Why haven't they killed him yet after all this time!" The senator who spoke up frowned, and after being angered by Slovendo's remarks, he couldn't help but blame the puppets around him.

It wasn't that these puppets didn't want to, but they simply couldn't push the weapon any further to directly kill Sloven.

It would be more accurate to say that being able to help Sloven bring the trial of Minks to a smooth conclusion was already a huge help.

But this was not what most people at the scene wanted.

It doesn't matter whether Minks lives or dies, but it would be better if Slovendo died!
Rabbi was about to give Minks a push.

Just then, a strange gust of wind suddenly blew past from behind.

Carrot suddenly flashed from the platform to Rabbi's side, hugged Rabbi and pulled away. At the same time, the flesh and blood of the Minks around Rabbi actually floated up, swirling and gathering together.

"No way, they're still alive?" Rabbi exclaimed in surprise, but her eyes quickly caught on.

Minks is dead, but something else is emerging from these fragments of Minks.

She was also very familiar with this thing.

The Dream Alloy, which had been processed a second time by that illusion, now seemed to have undergone further adjustments and creations. It was as if it were alive, having been transferred out of nowhere to Minks' body, and then growing in Minks' flesh fragments, piecing Minks back together.

The doll, a mixture of flesh and alloy, is so bizarre and deformed that it's enough to make your scalp crawl.

The black, dreamlike alloy, resembling charcoal, forms a terrifying skull face on its features, resembling Minks.

The scene drew gasps of astonishment from the crowd, who were baffled by this "surreal" spectacle. At least in this world, such a change was far too disturbing.

Only the wave army wasn't too surprised. To be precise, they weren't surprised by the change itself, but by what caused it.

Sloven narrowed his eyes: "A hallucination."

Such exaggerated changes, which exceed the foundations of the world, are clearly the work of illusion.

It's not surprising that hallucinations might leak out here, after all, this wandering world has long been connected to the dark world.

What's strange is that someone like Minks would be plagued by hallucinations.

“Minks… is he already dead…” The assembled doll opened its mouth, emitting a strange, unpleasant sound that was a mixture of mechanical and Minks’ voice. It scanned the scene. “It’s too late.”

Its gaze returned to its own body, examining the flesh and blood clinging to it, and it felt a deep sense of loss. Finally, it looked at the radish: "He was a stubborn and inflexible person, but he also gave me so much. He's dead, but I still want to fulfill some of his small wishes."

Radish, positioned between the rabbi and the doll, also made a sound upon seeing this: "Beep beep..."

The other party received the message from Radish, but looked puzzled: "Their style? What does that have to do with me? They are my bait, and it is only natural for them to sacrifice their lives for my purposes. I can recreate them in the future if I want to."

Radish didn't say anything more, but with a flick of his right hand, it transformed into a lance.

Whoosh!
The assembled doll took the initiative, stomping on the floor beneath its feet and then kicking the radish the next moment after the explosion.

The lance blocked the attack perfectly, but Radish felt an unprecedentedly immense force transmitted from the point of contact, causing its body to tremble violently and it to stagger back several steps.

The rabbi was quite surprised.

Since being modified by Mr. Doll, Radish has always been the only one who completely outclasses others in terms of basic doll performance. However, at this moment, the "stats" of this twisted doll are not inferior to Radish's!

Radish quickly adjusted his stance, absorbed the force, turned around, and swept his lance horizontally.

The anatomical figure neither dodged nor evaded, raising both hands to press down on the lance. It was also knocked back by the radish's immense strength, but still managed to hold onto the lance tightly. The flesh-alloy on its shoulder deformed, forming an extra arm with a jagged chainsaw at the end, which whirred as it cleaved the radish.

Zizzi——!
Sparks flew as the chainsaw made contact with the radish, cutting a gash into the radish's body.

"You've beaten my three decoys, don't get too cocky!" The spliced ​​doll leaped up, giving Carrot no chance to catch his breath, and its fourth arm formed a huge spiked club that slammed down on his head.

The radish emitted white steam, and the gun tip fired the ammunition at the same time.

Boom!

The violent explosion spread, and the powerful shockwave disrupted the puppets that were locked in a stalemate with Slovendo.

Sloven quickly seized this opening, unleashing his inner fantasy without reservation.

All the surrounding puppets instantly lost their target, followed by several muffled thuds, and several puppets were inexplicably hit and sent flying to the side.

When Slovendo reappeared, he was already on one side of the open space. His guards took the opportunity to rush back to his side, and he immediately ordered: "Break down the barrier of the venue, lift the firepower restrictions! If you dare to play this game with me, then bombard the city!"

He didn't muffle his voice, and everyone heard what he said. The councilors and members of the Mechanical Heart couldn't hold back any longer.

Many of the councilors possessed considerable puppeteer skills, and at this point, they had no time to worry about self-preservation. They simply picked up the weapons they had hidden on their bodies and charged forward.

The Mechanical Heart's hidden personnel among the people also came out, and the puppets arranged around them charged at the armed men in white, trying to disrupt them as much as possible.

Carrot was suppressed and knocked away by the spliced ​​puppet, landing not far from Slovendo. Slovendo immediately unleashed his power and charged towards Carrot, catching him off guard with several exquisite punches.

咣 咣 咣!
But after a few knocks, the carrot only staggered and his fist ached, but he didn't cause any real damage.

Carrot punched Sloven several meters away, sending him flying, only to crash into the piecing together puppet that was chasing after him.

"Get out of here, you white scum!"

"Black garbage dares to call itself white trash!"

Then, for no apparent reason, the two of them started fighting.

The scene was quite chaotic at one point, and the benefits of building such a large area, especially the central part of the parliament building, immediately became apparent.

At this moment, on the large screen high above, Zheng Fan sat at the edge of the screen and looked down, laughing, "This has truly become an unlimited mixed martial arts tournament."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shell flew in from nowhere and shattered the screen.

"Grass."

(End of this chapter)