Planner of Age of Heroes

Various liquids, through various refining instruments, began to deliver stabilizing potions into the body of the corpse. Before the game began, he had to make sure that this entity maintained its current state, otherwise he would fail. The face of this old alchemist was filled with stubbornness and madness.

Although he was not sure about the status of the others, the old man believed that as long as no one could extract the legendary Philosopher's Stone, he would definitely be the champion this time!

After long experiments and preparations, he finally figured out how to create the legendary artificial creature Frankstein!

Other alchemists were also adjusting their states. One of them was still fiddling with a living human. He was a middle-aged man who had spent the better part of his life studying the fifth element, the Philosopher's Stone.

As an alchemist with the ability to exchange, it has become his habit to use various lives to perform alchemical production. He does not deny that his body is stained with sin and blood.

Chapter 118: Frankenstein's Monster

Of course, not all the alchemists gathered here are there for the championship.

Among them are alchemists who specialize in studying how to extract gold from various wastes. Their goal is not to become champions, but to gain the appreciation of others in this competition. After all, there will always be people who are interested in the ability to extract money for free.

Of course, there are also alchemists who use various alchemy techniques to cultivate pets that look like mythical creatures. The purpose of their participating in this competition is actually for themselves. As long as someone is interested in the pets they created that have no special abilities but unique shapes, they can earn their first pot of gold.

Compared to those "alchemists" who opened their own pet shops and sold pets normally, the raw materials used by these guys are of course even less acceptable to ordinary people.

Especially although they are verbally called pets, they are not actually bodyguards or playthings of humanoid creatures created based on humans.

While these people were preparing for the evening's game in full swing, Xia Yan and others who had obtained the exact location also came to the vicinity of the entrance to the underground space. Although they could use Hohenheim's alchemical invisibility potion to temporarily hide their figures and go underground, they did not enter another time and space and would still be touched by people.

There are still many people entering the underground space, and the possibility of being touched by others is very high. It would be better to wait until the so-called alchemy competition begins before hiding one's body and entering the underground space.

What's more, there might be a fight at night, so Xia Yan and the other two planned to have dinner first. After making sure that fewer and fewer people were entering the London Underground, the three of them got up and smeared the alchemy potion specially made by Hohenheim on their bodies.

Watching Hohenheim take out the white colloid made up of alchemy and insert it into the iron door without any emotional fluctuation, simulating the situation of a master key opening the iron door, Xia Yan covered his face with his hands. It was because of this mental state that seemed to be extremely calm at all times that he could not let the alchemist act alone.

After this incident is over, Xia Yan plans to send this alchemist to Antarctica to carry out the basic construction of Chaldea. With the help of a large number of artificial life forms, there should be no problem in creating the prototype of Chaldea.

After all, in Antarctica, where there is no one else except the scientific expedition team, this alchemist should not easily cause any big incident that is out of control, right?

"Master... I have a familiar feeling..."

Fran showed an expression of nostalgia and disgust on her face, and ran in one direction with Xia Yan.

At this moment in the alchemy competition, those alchemists who just wanted to show off their achievements in exchange for the attention of others have basically finished demonstrating their alchemy, and some people have indeed received their responses.

The alchemist who created the little pet based on the human body was now standing on the stage displaying his work.

The alchemist took a scalpel and cut off a beautiful girl's hands and replaced them with beast claws. He also cut off part of the skin on the girl's face and replaced it with fish scales. While doing this, he said crazily, "Do you know? The huge goddess that appeared in Greece before, she gave me such a wonderful inspiration!"

The alchemist picked up the syringe and injected some of the potion into the girl's scalp. The girl's originally brown hair instantly began to change to purple. "As long as you provide me with the materials, I can give you back a small replica of the goddess!"

Listening to the exclamations and interested voices coming from other boxes, the old professor narrowed his eyes slightly. In another box, the young man looked at the alchemist in front of him, clenched the paper cutter in his pocket, then picked up a pen and paper, wrote down the alchemist's name, and then drew a big cross.

When he stepped into this world, the boy had already made up his mind, so the inhumane transformation of the human body did not touch his heart. What really touched him was that this alchemist seemed to treat innocent girls as experimental subjects.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, fight evil with evil. His previous choice had already told his teacher that he was going to become an apprentice. In that case, he would use this girl and this alchemist to complete his first mission.

The boy took out his mobile phone and sent an email to his junior sister, thinking that his junior sister would be very interested in this.

When the alchemist stepped down, the old man appeared on the stage. He opened his arms and showed everyone the human-like being stitched together from various corpses in the jar. "Everyone, I will reserve the champion of this competition!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions on the faces of the alchemist who was trying to refine the Philosopher's Stone and the Chinese swindler turned ugly in an instant, because they also wanted to win the championship. The swindlers were fine, because they did not think that the existence refined by this old alchemist could surpass the real zombies. The alchemist who was trying to refine the Philosopher's Stone had already clenched the chair under him.

Generally speaking, an alchemist who has mastered the method of refining the Philosopher's Stone will be better than an alchemist who has mastered the method of making Frankenstein. But unfortunately, I have not completely mastered the method of refining the Philosopher's Stone. Everything is still in the speculation and experimental stage. This competition may not necessarily complete the production of the real Philosopher's Stone.

This means that he can no longer step steadily on this old guy's head.

The old alchemist didn't care what others thought and directly pressed the button of his machine. A large amount of lightning was injected into a special jar. The liquid in the jar began to boil, and a lot of lightning entered the corpse through the iron rod inserted into the body.

Fran, who was pulling Xia Yan towards the competition venue, stopped and, as if sensing something, gently covered his heart with his hand, "Born..."

Xia Yan's expression was very confused, and he subconsciously asked what was born.

Hohenheim, who was standing by, saw the situation at the competition through the artificial lifeforms parasitic on the alchemists' clothes and gently closed his eyes. "I was wrong. I didn't expect that there would be such a senior alchemist in this era. Master, another existence that can be called Frankenstein is born."

Chapter 119: Resurrection from the dead

After hearing what Hohenheim said, Xia Yan showed a shocked expression on his face. He had not expected that in this world where humans could not use magic, there were actually people who could use their own power to create artificial life forms. Although these people had no way to control the appearance of this artificial man, there was no doubt that he had given the dead a different kind of life.

Only after Hohenheim's investigation did everyone present understand what this game was all about. It was completely imaginable what the outcome would be for a Frankenstein born in such a situation.

Fran on the side had already twisted his mouth, with an unhappy expression on his face, "Fran, I don't like people who despise life and take advantage of it."

Just like the existence that gave her life again...

She is an artificial life form created by Victor Frankenstein, and was made as Eve to pair with Adam, but was judged to be a failure because she could not express emotions smoothly.

The artificial life form created by stitching together corpses is a failure. It is unable to control and communicate emotions normally, kills wild dogs without hesitation, and gives its internal organs as a gift to itself... How cruel!

Victor ran away in fear.

However, the abandoned Frankenstein gradually honed his intellect and emotions through contact with this world, and finally developed anger towards Victor who abandoned him.

Faced with her persistence in chasing him to the South Pole, Victor was exhausted and chose to commit suicide.

Fran seeks her partner not out of instinctive desire, but out of a pursuit of rationality—the hope to survive like an ordinary human being.

However, this is impossible. As man-made beings, they are regarded as appendages by humans from the very beginning. Even though they are given new life, there are only a few who will eventually treat them as human beings. After all, once something becomes cheap, it will lose its original value, even human life.

Fran looked at Xia Yan seriously, "Master, the technology used to create Frankenstein... to create me should not be preserved in the world. This should be a taboo in the world."

Hohenheim nodded slightly. This technology of giving new life to dead things only requires the birth of Frankenstein.

Beings born from this kind of technology will never be recognized by humans as their own kind. They who have resurrected from death...

They will only be regarded as monsters by humans.

Fran squeezed Xia Yan's hand slightly, then raised her head and walked forward quickly, "Master, let's go and correct our mistakes!"

On the other side, in the alchemy exhibition hall, the corpse that had been electrocuted in the liquid and absorbing electricity slowly opened its eyes. The lifeless eyes gradually regained their brightness. At the same time, it slowly opened its mouth, and a large amount of bubbles diffused out of its mouth. The strong corpse slowly raised his hand.

He placed his hands on the surface of the fiberglass, and then the muscles of the corpse began to swell and exert force continuously. Cracks appeared on the glass one after another, and the liquid originally in the glass cover began to flow out.

The old alchemist opened his hands and showed his results to everyone, with an undisguised joy on his face, "Look, this is the result of my lifelong experiment, giving corpses new life, turning them into artificial humans who will never die, have no past, have strong bodies, and obey orders!!

Its name is: Frankenstein! ! "

The old professor sitting in the box widened his eyes and clenched the handle of the chair. What should he say? He would not admit that this naked, muscled, dark-skinned man, who looked very stupid, could be his lovely daughter, Fran!

No... How should I put it? I never thought someone would create such a technology. If it was just to manipulate corpses, it wouldn't matter, but it would be great if it was really that simple.

The professor took a deep breath and suppressed his shock. He decided to first see what the truth behind this technology was. After all, if it could really create life, then this old alchemist could be considered a gifted man. He should calm down. He was not the type of person who could not keep his composure!

On the display stand, the sturdy Frankenstein slowly stood up. He completely broke through the glass bottle cover that protected him like a womb.

The old man came to his side and patted his shoulder gently, "From today on, your name is Frankenstein."

This being, who had been transformed from a corpse into a living person again, just looked at his hands in confusion. There was confusion in his eyes that everyone could see. At the same time, his mouth was slightly opened and a hoarse sound came out of his throat, as if he was a person who had not spoken for a long time and started speaking again.

But that's exactly what's going on, isn't it? After all, this is an entity made up of corpses.

"Frankenstein? No... no... that's not my name... who am I? Ma... I'm... Makotus... I should be called this name..."

The old alchemist's eyes widened. He had not expected that in this body, or to be more precise, in this brain, there were still so many memories that could allow it to maintain its own identity.

He had clearly picked someone who had been dead for many years! Why did this happen? Could it be that the memory in a person's mind could not be completely removed?

Other people around also saw this situation, and the other alchemists were relieved. As long as the so-called Frankenstein was not truly completed, they still had a chance! Obviously, this Frankenstein was only a semi-finished product.

After seeing this situation, the old alchemist's face showed some panic, but there was one person who had a big smile on his face. He was the manager of the London underground world.

Within the scope of his own understanding, the memories in a person's brain represent the person himself. If a person's memory, personality and way of doing things can be completely stored in the brain and installed in the body of another being, can it be considered an alternative form of immortality?

This old alchemist might be able to fulfill his wish, but it seems uncertain.

Chapter 120: Clown

After seeing this, the old alchemist took out an iron helmet from a box nearby and smashed it directly on the head of the being he called Frankenstein. Then he started the electric shock. A strong electric current rushed into Frankenstein's head, and even made everyone present smell a bit of burning smell, and they pulled the switch of the instrument down again.

Looking at Frankenstein who had regained his sluggish state and stopped talking, the old alchemist nodded. It was just a tool he used to win the championship, earn money and status. It was actually a bit different from what he expected...

Of course, the old alchemist thought that his experiment had failed, but in the eyes of many people, to some extent, this Frankenstein creation method that could retain a certain memory was more suitable for them. After all, most of the people sitting here had subordinates who had been trained since childhood.

If any of these subordinates unfortunately died, they could create a Frankenstein like this to continue to protect themselves.

At the same time, the scammers who stole the zombies sitting in the audience set their sights on this world. They carried the coffin directly onto the stage, and then opened the lid of the coffin, revealing zombies who had changed their clothes and were wearing special masks on their heads.

"Your is not Frankenstein, look at ours!"

A liar pressed a button, and the special helmet mask directly tore off the talisman paper on the zombie's head. The corpse lying in the coffin instantly stood up, raised his arms and jumped out.

The whole place was extremely quiet at this moment.

In a private room, a middle-aged man smiled at his lover and said, "I always feel that there are many clown-like guys in today's game, especially these swindlers. What are they thinking? Ordinary people may not be able to tell, but how can we who have collected a large number of cultural relics and rare items not recognize them?"

Another elderly voice came from the box, "Hahahaha!! These clowns on the stage really bring us enough fun. Instead of teasing us like this, why not just perform and feed the dogs right here on the stage later?"

"Isn't this the zombie from China? Even though it has changed its clothes and put on a helmet, its appearance is so unique! Which zombie in the movie doesn't appear like this?"

The next moment, the boxes around the entire stage seemed to be ignited by flames. All kinds of discussions, ridicules, and faint anger continued to reach the ears of these scammers. At this moment, the leader of these scammers finally realized a serious problem that he had always ignored.

That is, no matter how similar the image of zombies is to the description of Frankenstein abroad, the zombies' way of moving is extremely distinctive. And where is this place? This is the underground world. Those who can enter here are either rich or powerful. Who doesn't have some knowledge?

So they just had a straight-up farce here?

Not only did they lose their own people, but they also lost the country's people.

The old professor sat in the box and covered his face, not knowing what to say. It was fine if the old alchemist had created that image of Frankenstein, but these scammers actually used such a dried-up corpse to pretend to be their lovely daughter.

The professor stretched out a hand to cover his face, his blue eyes emitting a cold and murderous light through the gaps between his fingertips.

He could ignore the old alchemist, but he would definitely make these scammers pay the price!

Just as the underground manager was about to send people up to capture these scammers and use the switches in their hands to fix the zombies again so that he could sell the zombies for money to make up for his losses, an explosion was heard in the entire underground space, and the distance seemed not too far away.

Then the alarm sounded in this space, and most people in the box stood up directly. The bodyguards who had been following them protected these people in the middle, and some people had already planned to evacuate first.

Above this underground city, where the streets were located, thick black smoke was emitting from the holes created by the bombs. The female assistant looked at the passage exposed under the hole and a smile appeared on her face.

Zhao Ruonan covered her face with her hands. What should she say? The actions of these foreigners were really tough. When they couldn't determine the specific location, they directly used bombs to blow up a new channel from above, preparing to intervene directly.

Of course, maybe this incident was also because it was extremely dangerous.

Allowing zombies to expand their subordinates would definitely lead to an abnormal disaster of a high level.

One after another, special operations members entered the London underground streets through this hole and quickly took control of a portion of the shops doing business there. When the underground manager's spies discovered that it was official intervention, they immediately sent information to their boss through special equipment.

The entire alchemy competition fell into chaos in an instant. The alchemist who was preparing to create the Philosopher's Stone curled his lips, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then hid in the darkness.

After all, because there were quite a lot of outsiders entering the underground during this period, the whole situation became a little out of control. This made the manager grit his teeth and think silently, is this his fate?

After discovering that the entire underground space began to fall into chaos, the old alchemist standing on the display stand quickly ran to his operating table, ready to manipulate the Frankenstein he had just completed to lead him to break out from here.

Frankenstein walked quickly to the old alchemist's side with his body stiff. He seemed to be adapting to this body and was still under the old alchemist's control.

But just as the old alchemist was about to order Frankenstein, this being made up of corpses and regained life raised his hand. The huge hand directly pinched the old alchemist's head, while constantly exerting force.

Screams were heard in this chaotic environment, followed by the sound of bones being crushed and blood spurting out. The corpse with a crushed head was thrown to the side by Frankenstein, and the corpse hit the zombie directly. The special mask loosened under the strong impact of the corpse and fell to the ground as the zombie stood up again.

Chapter 121: Chaos

As the sound of the iron mask falling to the ground was heard, the entire area around the stage was silent for a second, and then the people who wanted to escape continued to escape, and the screams became louder and louder.

The reason is very simple. That thing has been pointed out by someone. It is the Chinese zombie. What is a zombie? Who among those who have watched a zombie movie doesn’t know? !

The old professor looked at the situation on the stage, clenched his cane, then stretched his hand to the side. A black chain spread out from his hand, and then a white weapon like a coffin appeared at the other end of the chain.

Of course, this weapon looks like a coffin, but in fact, we don’t know how much ammunition is loaded into it. It is also hard to imagine that such an old man could take out such a weapon. One can’t help but worry about the old man’s waist.

The boy in another box took a look and quietly followed the alchemist who was leaving with the miniature Gorgon transformed from the girl. He wanted to find out where the alchemist was going and who he was going to meet, and then after returning home, he would discuss with his junior sister what to do.

The zombie that broke free from the iron mask and talisman on the stage let out one low growl after another, then jumped directly and started chasing the people around him.

One of the bodyguards from the underground world who was directing others to leave was thrown directly to the ground. The zombie's already dried teeth pierced into the flesh, and blood spread all around. At the same time, the sound of sucking blood came from the zombie's throat. As the zombie sucked a large amount of blood into its mouth, the zombie's originally stiff torso began to gradually soften.

After seeing the zombies' actions, the pants of the scammers gradually became wet and they sat down on the ground. As Chinese, they knew what the consequences would be if the zombies were released. They wanted to run, but their legs and hands were weak. The zombies were not far away, but their legs just wouldn't obey them.

“No!! Don’t come over here—!”