I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

The main purpose is to show off the various beautiful badges on them! These are the official badges of generals and marshals of the Third Reich! You can only come across them by chance!

Karl twisted the necks of these badly injured officers one by one, and then took back the various badges and ranks on them, including Hitler.

He forced his eyes open and saw the white-haired woman approaching him.

"Are you awake? You'd better not wake up." Karl pulled the nervous old man up like she did to the others. She didn't give the German leader any chance to speak, she simply twisted his neck and threw him to the ground.

Hmm... let's give him a finishing blow. Karl stomped hard on Adolf Hitler's chest several times, then picked up his pistol from the ground and shot him several times in the heart and throat. After making sure his sternum and internal organs were crushed, he touched the corpse.

There was a faint sound of gunfire outside. The soldiers guarding the area had already approached, but they were all shot down by the autonomously powered armor. Carl was not worried at all.

After searching around, Carl finally came to an officer wearing a strange hat. He didn't look seriously injured, only his arms and thighs were broken, but he was still conscious.

"Are you the battle angel who defeated us?" This person seemed to have lost all his fighting spirit and just wanted to get things clear before he died.

"That's indeed me. Speaking of which, this assassination operation seems to be called Operation Valkyrie? Then I can also reluctantly play the role of the Valkyrie who brings victory." Carl struck a winner's pose, looking quite complacent.

"The gods...are not on our side?" the man muttered, lowering his head.

"Oh! You are the one who summoned the big monster!" Carl looked at him and saw that he looked like a member of the supernatural forces.

"Could it be that... you are the one who defeated the Offspring of the Black Goat?! Are you really a battle angel?!" The man looked at Carl excitedly.

"Well, that big monster was pretty tough to beat. You... uh, I don't want anything on you. It feels like it might be cursed. Also, instead of delving into those things, you should just think about being a good person in your next life."

Karl said a few words casually, and the man's face suddenly turned fierce, and he quickly recited a spell -

Bang! Bang! Bang! The Luger pistol hit his throat, tongue and eyes respectively. The man could only make a "Huh! Huh!" sound.

Carl checked the pistol and confirmed that the bullet was jammed. She looked around and swung a piece of broken oak wood at the man's head.

Poof! The head of the Soule Association representative was smashed to pieces. He didn't even cast a single spell before he died.

Don't pretend to compete with me in chanting spells faster than me. It's useless. You can't be faster than my gun.

Carl threw the shattered wood aside and took out the nuclear fusion core of her previous body from her backpack.

Let this be a farewell gift to the world. She threw the core that set the overload time onto the body of the German leader and walked out without looking back.

[AI, we're leaving.] Carl contacted the armored AI that was still firing and beating people outside.

[Roger that, Carl.] The power armor swept another round of ammunition and turned away.

Carl jumped outside the bunker, opened the armored cabin and jumped in. The German soldiers who had just chased them were all shocked. It turned out that people could actually fit in it. Carl activated the special signal amplifier on the power armor. Although she didn't know how it worked, it seemed that every new power armor had this function.

[Commander, I have completed my mission. Please recall me.] Carl tried to call the commander.

[Zizi...Received...Recalling.] The signal was barely connected. Karl closed her eyes. She felt like she was being pulled out of this space...like entering a flush toilet.

The surrounding German soldiers watched helplessly as a dazzling blue light flashed around this strange mecha, and then it disappeared.

They didn't care about being surprised anymore and quickly ran downstairs, where the generals and the head of state were waiting for rescue.

At the deepest level of the bunker, a small amount of black slime suddenly emerged from the corpse of the German leader. This slime slowly but steadily repaired his shattered body, gluing the damaged heart, brain, and neck back into their proper positions. It seemed that in just a few days, the German leader would be able to return to life.

But even faster than the slime was Carl's farewell gift: an overloaded nuclear fusion core.

Boom! The shockwave and heat radiation instantly vaporized and shattered all the bodies here. Wood debris and dust rushed out of the bunker, knocking the soldiers and horses to the ground.

When they finally mustered up the courage and found a rope to climb down, there was nothing inside.

The nuclear fusion core reacted thoroughly, leaving only charred and shattered walls in the entire conference room. Not even a scrap of flesh remained.

Volume 9: The Rising Period of Scientific Research

390 What Carl Saw After Returning to the Base

After a moment of dizziness, Carl regained consciousness, and her visual and mental systems came back online. She immediately saw a tall, blond figure standing before her.

"Welcome back, Captain Carl. You were gone for quite a while. We've been back for a month now. A lot of things happened during this time, and you missed them all."

STG44 appeared before Calder's power armor. She had changed into a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt and hot pants. Her long, voluptuous legs swayed gently, looking quite alluring. Though there weren't many people to tempt, STG44 ignored the humanoids in the base.

In the KENSHI world, the temperature difference between day and night is huge. Dolls that go out during the day will change into cooler clothes to dissipate heat and ventilate.

"These are all medals awarded to high-ranking German military officials. It only takes a month to get them. Nothing could be more worthwhile than this." Carl opened the power armor and picked them out. Then he turned around and gave orders to his own power armor, "Inspect it yourself, repair it, and then hibernate it."

"Got it, Carl." The armored AI put away all its weapons and ran to the repair room to report.

"Just because I don't have to drag the equipment to check it myself, I'm starting to like this weapon." Carl smiled slightly.

"Captain Carl, your armored AI is so simple and crude. Haven't you tried to train this new AI? I have carefully adjusted it according to my own preferences. Carl really doesn't care." STG44 said with a pout.

"I'm not as boring as you guys. It's a tool on a war weapon, so I'll use it like a weapon. Smart AI is useless to me. I don't need someone to joke around next to me while I'm fighting." Carl replied in a serious tone.

"...Carl, you are the kind of person who doesn't keep pets at all, right?" STG44 asked.

"No." Carl said concisely.

"That's not surprising. Anyway, welcome back, Carl. I'm going to play games. My vacation isn't over yet!" STG44 said and prepared to leave.

Karl was carrying a large bag of badges. After thinking for about a second, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed STG44's shorts: "Wait a minute, you said I missed a lot of things. What did I miss?"

"Let go! You've pulled my pants off! If anything is missing, can't you just check the message log yourself?" STG44 slapped Carl's hand away and pulled up his pants that had been pulled loose.

"You want me to see a month's message records? With the speed of your group chat, I can't even see any useful messages even when the system is down. Just tell me briefly." Carl said as he tried to pull STG44's pants, but the other party jumped with his pants in his hands.

"Go ask the commander! Aren't you going to report the news to him? I'm in a hurry, so I'm leaving." After saying this, STG44 ran away holding his pants.

Strange. Carl shouldered the bag filled with badges and headed for his dorm. Along the way, familiar figures greeted Carl, and he responded.

There were people who were just asking about each other's well-being as well as just acquaintances. The T-dolls also had their own network of relationships, though elite T-dolls like Carl were often the ones who were sought out by former civilian T-dolls for advice.

But no matter how you look at it, everyone is no different from before. Their appearance has not changed, they don’t have an extra arm or a missing leg, and their signals have not changed.

Carl walked down the corridor to the dormitory area. This area connected directly to the common lounge. T-dolls without missions either stayed in their rooms to entertain themselves or went to the common lounge to play. In the corner of the dormitory area, there was a place that few people usually went to.

Public restroom.

When this base was first revealed, it was based on a Griffin base as a template, so toilets were designed for human use.

Carl had browsed the chat records of the scientific research dolls in Oasis. Pascal seemed to have mentioned that this might be the case that M4, who had gone deep into Zion, used his own memories as a template to reversely collapse the Griffin Base in this world.

Why else would a base filled with humanoids have toilets? The food the humanoids eat and drink doesn't form excrement... Of course, Carl had heard that some clients would order humanoids with this function. It was really strange.

However, in general, in this base, the humanoids usually only run to the toilet and vomit uncontrollably when they drink too much or drink something they are not allowed to drink.

At other times, only Strider, Rukatiye, and Birdman would occasionally use the restroom. After all, these three were the only living people in the base.

Now, as Carl approached the restroom, he saw M14, a stern-looking woman, emerging from the room, her legs wobbling as she clung to the wall. Behind her, MDR, leaning against the sink, a look of despair on her face. For some reason, her coat was soaking wet, as if she'd been showered.

"MDR? What are you doing? M14? Is your body so badly damaged? You look like someone has been beaten on the butt with a stick for three days and three nights." Carl asked, carrying the bag.

"Who is it! I didn't do anything wrong... Carl? You're finally back. You've been here for a month, right?" MDR struggled to stand up, limping. It seemed that her butt was seriously injured.

"We are not physically damaged, we are... This is something we are ashamed to admit." M14's face was abnormally red, and it looked like he was overheated, but after Carl adjusted his vision, he found that M14's body temperature was not very high.

"Are you too embarrassed to admit it? Are you guys some fucking lesbian couple?" Carl frowned and slowly swung the bag in his hand.

"Did you two fall into a cesspool and have shit in your heads? MDR, the guy who has no taboos, is fine, but M14, what's wrong with you? Do you know how sad the commander will be if he knows about this? Even if you don't have the moral level of a human, you should have the awareness of loyalty to the commander as a humanoid, right? What the hell are you doing?" Carl looked like he would swing the bag at the heads of the two humanoids at any time.

"I don't care about your mother's joys and sorrows, you have shit in your head. I tell you, Carl, you must not touch me. If I take the initiative now, I will be finished. Put down your bag quickly, we have something to talk about." MDR looked very weak but looked like he wanted to say something foul.

You look really handsome when you insist on speaking foul language, but you look really awkward when you struggle to move while speaking foul language.

"Why should we do this with MDR? She's not even as good as a hair on the Commander's head. What's the difference between touching her and touching a computer? I might as well touch myself." M14 also refuted very firmly. Although the way her legs were shaking was really strange.

"M14, we are comrades who have squatted in the pit and used the toilet together. Have you forgotten the years when we passed paper to each other? I gave you my last piece of paper! And you belittle me like this." MDR shouted weakly.

"The last piece of paper you gave me was tinfoil for chewing gum! What can that thing be used for?" M14 retorted.

"So how did you become like this? M14, you weren't played by the commander... ahem, some special play that ended up like this, right?" Carl felt that this was too strange and asked quickly.

"It would be nice if that were the case. It's a pity that the Commander is always squeezed by us and has no time to play tricks. The Commander is obviously immortal, but he is nothing like the male protagonist in the pornographic novel. Why doesn't he covet our bodies every day?" M14 spread his hands helplessly.

"M14! There's nothing to hide at this point... Carl, listen carefully..." MDR was about to say something when M14 stopped him with a look.

"Do I really have to say it? I also want Carl to..." M14 stared at MDR closely. The two sides had a quick secret communication, and their expressions became very rich.

After a heated, secret exchange, M14 turned around and said, "Carl, we're having spicy hot pot at base today. I'll have Irons go through the trouble of transporting the authentic seasonings and pots from China, and then have M99 and Hawke (Type 97 Shotgun) teach us how to make hot pot."

M99 and Hawke are not serious Chinese chef T-dolls...although they have always been in charge of the cafeteria.

To be honest, you might as well find the reporter Doll Willow from Oasis or the food reviewer Mijol. After all, one of them has eaten a serious meal in China for a long time, and the other has also eaten a warm meal.

Although Carl didn't know why the Oasis had such a strong atmosphere of human life, and each of them were old-model humanoids and minds, they were much better at living than Griffin.

But hot pot... I've never had it. As a humanoid, Carl didn't have much of a craving for food. Humanoids of her era weren't trained to have such preferences, so naturally, she didn't eat much either.

But isn't that great? Oh, come to think of it, I should have looked for local recipes and secret formulas before I left. Maybe I could even find a Ukrainian recipe lost during World War II. Carl nodded, motioning for the two men in front of him to continue.

"This Chongqing hotpot is really delicious. We ate it and drank ice soda at the same time. Then halfway through, our bodies couldn't take it anymore and we excreted everything we ate... and we had vomiting and diarrhea," MDR said weakly.

"So you guys sprayed?" Carl scratched his head in confusion.

"Don't say that in front of me!!" M14 held onto the wall and couldn't help but lower his head.

"Come on, you don't even have the ability to eject," Carl asked, looking at the two humanoid figures with strange expressions. "Did you install bionic stomachs? Just to experience the feeling of ejecting?!"

"That's not the case. Bionic stomach. Oh, Carl, you just got back, I forgot about that." M14 tapped his head. "Well, theoretically, we're human now."

"Huh?" Carl didn't react at first.

"Our Oasis humanoids have already mastered the technology of synthesizers. A while ago, we were able to directly customize new human bodies. Many of our humanoids went straight to changing bodies without even thinking about it. And... I can only say that the human body is really fragile, weak, and inconvenient." MDR finally recovered, and then there was a gurgling sound from her stomach again.

"Ah... Shit." MDR said, and walked back into the bathroom. M14 was in good condition, and slowly walked out, holding onto the wall.

"MDR! You have to go to Panacea to buy some stomach medicine later. You will be scolded if you don't take good care of your body. Hey, I don't want to be taken care of by PA15 or Floren, that's too scary." After M14 finished speaking, he gestured to Carl, covered his stomach, and walked out while holding the wall.

I feel like I've missed something really big. Karl turned and ran across the dormitories, leaving her badge in her room before rushing into the cafeteria section of the common area.

Wow! Hundreds of humanoids gathered around seventy or eighty hot pots, feasting heartily. Layer upon layer of meat, vegetables, and mushrooms were piled beside the boiling, red, spicy pots.

The hot pot was filled with dried chilies, and the steam rising from the boiling red oil enveloped the entire cafeteria like a sauna. The vegetables boiling in the pot were all coated in a layer of red.

These dishes include vegetables grown at the base, as well as local vegetables and various meats imported from the KENSHI World Caravan.

The figures stepped on chairs and scooped a slice of tender tripe from the hot pot, swirling it twice in the oil pan before stuffing it into their mouths. They ate until their faces flushed and their foreheads sweated. From time to time, someone would open a bottle of beer and gulp it down in one gulp.

Is this Griffin? Carl looked around. Even Antonina from the Oasis was mixing Big Green Stick Wusu beer with German rye beer...

Where did this Wusu beer come from? Why was it mixed with rye beer? Is this drinkable? Carl tried hard to suppress his complaints.

She watched Antonina drink a large glass of mixed beer and then lie down under the table.

Although considering the intensity of Antonina's work, it's not surprising that she drinks so much.

"Anna! Get up! Why did you fall down halfway through drinking?" Pascal sat next to Anna. She also changed into a black short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, and did not intend to cover up her proud body at all.

"I want to escape from myself! There are still so many bugs! I can never fix them all! I'm in so much pain! I'm going crazy!" Antonina wailed in despair.

"Then you should rest for a few more days and adjust your sleep schedule! Your sleep schedule was already dangerous when you were in human form, and now it's even messed up in this body..." Pascal put a piece of meat in his mouth and dragged Antonina back to the chair. She looked like she'd drunk quite a bit, though.

391 Carl's Doubts

Now Carl understood why the dolls were dressed so appropriately for summer. If they had covered themselves up too tightly, they would have died of the heat right away. Fortunately, the air conditioning was turned up high.

Also sitting at Anna's table were Soul and Rucatie, who seemed quite sober compared to Antonina and Pascal.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s a combat-type body, but Sur’s human body is very healthy and has a high tolerance to alcohol.

Rukatiye picked up a bottle of high-proof water of life, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth, smacking his lips.

"Well, not bad." That was her comment.

I've only been gone for a month, so how did I end up like this? No, no, I need to talk to the Commander right away. I'm worried I've ended up in a parallel world, Griffin. I'm not the only humanoid left in the world, am I?

Carl quickly contacted the commander. A moment later, a familiar face appeared on the communicator. Sun Yang was also eating meat from the hot pot.

It's just that he prefers plain soup and tomato soup, both without any chili. Commander, are you the type who doesn't like spicy food? I remember the Commander mentioned that his senses are dull, so logically, he should prefer stronger flavors, right?

[How was the harvest, Carl?] Sun Yang put the sliced ​​mutton into the hot pot and rinsed it. Sitting opposite him was the old man, Strider, who had taken off his mask.

Strade picked up his chopsticks, tossed the translucent taro powder into the sesame paste, blew on the hot air, and slurped it into his mouth. This guy also tasted delicious.

"I've gained a lot, and my collection has grown considerably. Thank you, Commander, for letting me stay in that world for an extra month. However, I have a few questions that need answers." Carl's attitude was very upright.

[So serious? What's your doubt?] Sun Yang kept moving his chopsticks.

"Why don't you support the Soviet Union of the previous world? If a commander interfered, you could have secretly created a Soviet Union loyal to you, and you could have been the manipulator behind the scenes." Carl asked, puzzled.