Dimensional Swordsman

Chapter 1 Prologue

This is a laboratory full of dilapidated instruments, and a shadowless lamp hangs on the roof, illuminating every corner.But perhaps due to electrical reasons, the lights went out from time to time, flickering and flickering.

In the depths of the laboratory, a huge metal appliance trembled. Inside the transparent glass cover, a muscular man closed his eyes, connected with dense pipes all over his body, and a mechanical hand supported his body, suspended in the air.

"Haha, I knew it must be like this!"

In front of the huge metal instrument, a thin old professor in a white robe laughed wildly, quickly pressed a few buttons with both hands, and a hood fell from the top of the instrument and slowly landed on the man's head.

"start up!"

The old professor's face was full of madness, and he pushed a lever with both hands, and the indicator light on the panel flickered crazily.The flickering shadowless lamp above the head went out in an instant, and the surrounding was pitch black, except for the faint light of the indicator light on the control panel in front of the old professor.

"Crackling." The strong electric current overwhelmed the already dilapidated equipment, sparks had already appeared in many places, and it looked as if it would explode in the next second.

The old professor didn't seem to see everything in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the man in front of him.

The hood has covered half of the man's head, and all the energy of the instrument is rushing here. If there is a thermal imaging camera next to it, you will find that the temperature here has reached a terrifying [-] degrees Celsius!

The "cracking" sound continued, and it became more and more intense. Obviously, this machine could not carry such a huge current, and it was about to be completely damaged.

At this time, the old professor moved his hands again, frantically flapping on the console, while his eyes were still staring at the man in the glass cover without blinking his eyelids.

"Crack!" An electric arc suddenly hit the old professor, sending him flying aside and lying on the ground.But the old professor stood up again as if he didn't notice it, stretched out his hand to wipe off the instantly scorched hair on his face, and rushed to the console again. His face was so thin that only a layer of old skin remained, with protruding cheeks and deep eye sockets. The sunken, blood-red eyes never left the man's body.

Two minutes later, the old professor had been knocked down by the electric arc more than ten times, but every time he stood up again as if nothing happened, and continued to operate the equipment.

"Ding He, fortunately, Doctor, I haven't been idle recently, otherwise you would have died completely today!" The old professor pushed the lever back to its original state, and another electric arc hit him, and at the same time, there were bursts of thick smoke around him. The red light lit up, and a string of flames rose in an instant.The old professor let out a strange cry, and quickly took out a bottle of carbon dioxide fire extinguisher from the side to stop the flame from spreading.

After a while of busy work, it was already 5 minutes later, the old professor opened the glass cover, looked at the dark body, stood there in a daze, and murmured: "Oh no, you wish you luck..."

After being stunned for a while, he laughed again: "Fortunately, I still have stock. After this time, you will owe me 800 million."

(End of this chapter)