Another string reel from Bandoli

After several rounds of debugging, he was finally about to finish it.

He removed the somewhat bulky exoskeleton neural octopus iron tentacle from his waist. After giving it a command, the metal tentacle drilled into the "little decorations" scattered on the ground.

She couldn't help but lean back against the wall and admire this masterpiece from a distance.

He skirted the bone-eroded debris, careful not to trip over the carefully cut remains. Brain matter and bone fragments flowed all over the ground with foam.

As long as they are not killed, the cut parts will not turn into foam. This setting is great.

The villa's reset cycle is once every two months, and there is still one hour left, so I caught up.

The twenty remaining zombies he had captured were pressed against the hot plastic steel plate, their flesh sizzling and their fat emitting a fragrant aroma like meat in a frying pan. Some were groaning, some were crying.

Their wails swung up and down the octave, like a resurrected Beethoven realizing that someone was using him as an instrument for pleasure, making a symphony of pain, wail, and fear.

Xianjuan couldn't help but think of the plan that he had failed to complete in the real world.

That topic about snacks.

Compared to the armored power he now envisioned himself acquiring.

It is really too weak.

Shouldn't I just do the same in real life?

My head feels a little dizzy... am I tired...

Their pain, despair, and hatred after being tortured will become the source of his creation of this same power.

It can be said that he was born from the power of monsters, a warrior with a smiling face covered by a mask!

A pink-haired girl with a long ponytail, a few strands of hair plastered to the side of her face, wore a sickly yet healthy grin. She waved her hands like a conductor amidst the scattered limbs and flesh of the banquet hall, twirling and twirling, leaving the twenty hanging zombies with a nightmare they would never forget.

She was enchanted by the symphony for a while.

This was probably the villa owner's private banquet room. In the center, a large painting depicted the happy smiles of a family of five, spanning three generations.

Because the blood of the twenty zombies he had hung up and the previous batches of "volunteers" had splattered on the painting, it was stained and blurred. All that could be seen was that the five people all had blond hair and golden eyes.

And the little one standing in the middle with his hands on his hips, seemingly grinning.

I hope to change the scene next time. I will never go to such a creepy big villa again.

My head feels like it's rusted.

A flesh-and-blood machine composed of countless wreckage parts was steaming, flickering and emitting a dazzling light.

A bunch of interface cables connected to the zombies hanging above, hanging like cloaks on their shoulders.

They were in a half-dead state, pressed against the iron plate, smoking, and flexing and stretching with the surging pistons and hissing cables.

The acrid chemical fumes from the boiling water hung around their ankles.

She felt that she would never forget this joyful and smiling hunting trip in her life. She enjoyed the clear and ignorant aggressiveness of these weaklings, which gradually faded away, revealing their panic like prey.

And enjoy the scene of despair, fear, and escape after meeting again after resurrection.

...I'm normal...I'm normal

This is all what I think in my heart...

Happy times are always short-lived. In just two months, he had killed 127 of the 128 trapped people in this area dozens of times.

Although they were trapped for dozens of times, the number of people killed by each other far exceeded this number. The number of times he killed them was bleak, and the few souls he lost was nothing compared to the internal consumption of them.

The ratio of time passing in the imaginary space is really disturbing.

Then, there is only the cunning fox left.

Stroking the engine, Xian Juangan pulled the main brake.

Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Careless Locusts

The air was filled with the smell of ozone, and the flesh-engine machinery twisted and deformed as it was torn apart. The explosive force swept through the entire banquet room like an earthquake.

The twenty zombies were like sacrifices to an evil god. Their already tortured bodies began to bubble and scorch, and the raging fire surged within them, melting them.

The brilliant current was extracted from their bodies, and the emotions ravaged by pain were transformed into energy and injected into the blank core ID.

A vague icon appeared on it, and Xian Juangan manipulated the screen to input new functional programs and make final adjustments.

Twist left, tap right, fiddle with the bubble bag, hammer on the skull that replaces the switch setting.

The crackling sound became continuous, and with the explosion, the entire huge machine exploded, emitting a billowing cloud of thick black smoke.

The hidden material he subconsciously added to it, the true function of this device was awakened by its completion.

The dazzling blood-black color filled her entire retinal vision in the form of light.

As it shines, the gray pupil pigment fades and is filled with azure blue.

She...he...[he!]

The blurred eyes gradually became lively.

How long have I been assimilated into a beast...

The heads of the twenty hanging zombies exploded, and all turned into foam and entered the next resurrection.

The belts fell like rain, transforming into strange white molds.

Xian Juan Gan, feeling lost, didn't care about these things.

He succeeded.

Although he was still a little confused, he was finally waking himself up with the help of his other subconscious self.

The core ID was removed, now replaced by a locust head. It was loaded into the soldered card strip.

Originally, he had only encountered animals here, and this was the first time he had seen insects.

What is done remains unchanged.

Then it was time to try it out. The belt was also brand new. After dozens of hours of repeated cooling, heating, cutting, and shaping, he transformed it into a more decent game console style.

The wall collapsed with a loud bang, and the pumpkin-like bear swung its huge and heavy fists like concrete and smashed the wall.

After losing the remaining twenty zombies, the pale golden barrier vanished. The besieged beings clearly didn't want to follow the rule of entering through the main gate.

As the wall collapsed, more than eighty resurrected zombies poured in from the collapsed wall.

Because of some meaningless youthful trivialities, they had eaten each other's flesh in this villa that was deliberately designed to be short of food, and fought for two years using the death mechanism to compete for those squid tentacles that had died less frequently and were fresher and sweeter. But now, because of a new threat, they fought side by side with yesterday's enemies, and the battle was on fire.

Unstoppable, full firepower.

Xianjuangan did not activate the mines that had long been buried under their feet, corroding bones and foam.

That's just a waste of time.

Insert the core cassette into the belt from the edge.

I instinctively wanted to snap my fingers.

A giant mechanical locust projected from its belt blocked the zombies. It waved its tentacles and easily knocked away the purple bull charging in front.

The mechanical locusts kept jumping, and each jump would crush at least several zombies, pressing them into the pit and leaving them unable to move.

Failed.

The pink-haired girl coughed awkwardly, looking embarrassed as she gave up the idea of ​​snapping her fingers and swayed with her belt.

Certification completed

The impatient mechanical locust completed its self-decomposition with its final leap. Its components were gradually loaded into the torso and limbs of the ponytailed, pink-haired girl, transforming into jet-black combat armor.

As the pale locust legs stretched out from the chest, a mechanical structure like wings unfolded.

The surging blast blew away the zombie in the front.

It made the zombies behind stop.

The zombies were shocked by this bizarre scene and fell into a silent daze, hesitating and unsure whether to move forward.

The enraged purple bull rose from the deep crater in the wall, furious, lunging at its target with boundless ferocity. Standing out from the crowd, the lone schizophrenic leaped to his feet, his chainsaw roaring as he slashed down at the still-motionless Locust Knight.

……

The suffocating black, the nothingness that seemed to want to devour everything.

Want to be popular!

Life is a garbage game

How can I make him pay attention to me, only look at me! Belong only to me! Become me...

I want her to be the heroine of my game! I'll do whatever it takes!

A fake thing that deliberately caters to the people around you

Failure is a symbol of youth. People who can’t make friends are at the peak of their youth!

The so-called troubles and malice hidden beneath these so-called zombies swept through his inner world.

and try to assimilate it.

A flash of red light flashed through the dull compound eyes of the insect.

What a crude invention! As a researcher, I am really unqualified.

He moved.

Dark red liquid flowed from the belt and condensed into a briefcase in the palm of his hand, which then unfolded into a sword blade.

The chainsaw roared furiously, but the sword blade remained motionless, its teeth shattering like a joke after a violent collision, emitting fiery white sparks.

With a twist of his wrist, the momentum did not decrease, and the huge force broke the chain saw. It chiseled into the solid chest cavity protected by the growth of half of the corpse, with a straight diagonal line cutting the upper and lower body.

The bull was cut into two, and the two chopped parts were thrown far away under the huge force because the blade was not that sharp.

Two animal zombies, the polar bear and the penguin, were knocked unconscious by the bull's body parts that were like cannonballs.

They might be teleported, resurrected, and join the feast of flesh and blood once again.

But this time, it's different from the past.

Even with its lower body severed, the tenacious bull continued to crawl, using its immense vitality, which far surpassed that of other zombies. Countless characters lit up his body like flames: "Malice!" "Terror!" "Anger!" "Hate!" "Despair!" "Struggle!" "Killing Intent!" "Destruction!" "Extinction!" "Destruction!"

Amidst the heartbreaking wails, this man, the ace of a high school football team in reality and the leader of the class.

Disappearing in the strange dark fluid that swirled like a curse, the belt completely shattered into a sandy mass, and the remaining core cracked, transforming into a white mold like a deceased portrait.

...is different than it used to be

A chill of pure fear ran up the zombies' spines, and their mouthparts, like ice-cast locusts, gnawed densely into everyone's bodies.

escape!

Must escape!

That stinky fox actually encouraged us to deal with this monster

Yada... I don't want to die yet! I don't want to die yet!

"mom!"

Fear spread among the zombies. Their legs trembled and they immediately began to flee.

"I...how long have I lost myself?" the Locust Knight muttered to himself.

With this unconscious and confused state, he created a belt device mainly for controlling malice.

He finally woke up completely...

Even if he woke up, what he had to do now would not change.

"I suppose your next move is to escape? Too bad you came too close!"

Learn to speak unconsciously and in a daze.

The Locust Knight, who looked like a messenger from hell, held high the mine controller that had been prepared long ago, speaking in a cold and sweet girlish voice.

Fragments of reinforced concrete walls, unrecognizable skulls, foam, and debris flew into the sky with a violent explosion, and many of the zombies affected were blown into a terrifying bloody mist.

Lost in consciousness, he still controlled the intensity of the mines made of kitchen detergent and ingredients that were not potatoes at all. He wanted to capture them alive, rather than kill them on the spot and let them go back to revive.

By the way, he has certainly studied the problem of load-bearing walls. It's nothing, I just wanted to let you know.

The collapsed upper floors blocked the route, making timely escape impossible.