I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

[Really, Commander?!] "This is the only good news I've heard lately!"

HK416 and Pascal were very excited. If their commander (the professor) could come back, many things would be much easier to handle.

"It's just a slight connection, like suddenly finding a signal. Perhaps as my soul grows stronger, I'll be able to find a way back to base. Oh, and don't spread this yet. We haven't even started yet, and getting everyone too excited isn't a good idea." Sun Yang quickly issued a gag order.

[I know. I'll pretend I didn't hear that.] HK416 nodded quickly. Pascal also nodded.

Although it felt a bit like a pie in the sky, there was at least hope for this matter. Would it be inappropriate for the commander not to be at his own base?

After a few final pleasantries, the three of them hung up. Pascal clenched her fists several times in agitation, but when she turned around, she saw the pile of documents on the table.

Well, no matter how happy and joyful he was, he still had to work. Pascal drank two cups of coffee, and after feeling a little more refreshed, he continued to deal with the pile of paperwork in front of him.

After all, even though the base is highly automated, the hard work done by the dolls still makes Pascal physically and mentally exhausted.

Professor, please come back soon, Professor. Pascal prayed silently in his heart.

***

In a corner that Pascal and the agent had not paid attention to, a human figure with a solemn expression walked through the bustling crowd. She was wearing the ancient dragon academy robe that Sun Yang had originally worn, but this robe was too long and too wide, so the human figure could only tie the robe around her body with a thin rope to avoid affecting her movements.

The figure quickly came to a corner of the corridor, then knelt on one knee as if no one was around, and began to pray.

"K5? What are you doing?" asked the passing humanoid in confusion.

"I'm praying. Don't disturb me," K5 replied solemnly. "I've mastered the art of connecting with the Commander. I can sense his vast soul. Soon, the Commander will descend upon his glorious headquarters."

407 The Dolls' Daily Life After Changing Outfits (End)

A few days ago, it was the day when the dolls changed their outfits.

In fact, most humanoids choose synthetic human bodies. Even AK15, in order to taste the deliciousness of human food, directly chooses a synthetic human body as her daily body.

After all, before the Commander returns, using the Undead Body is both troublesome and of little benefit. Saving souls won't improve you, and you'll have to endure the curse of the Undead bit by bit for no reason. Without the Commander's backing, switching to the Undead Body is simply not worth it.

But under these harsh conditions, one humanoid changed into the body of an undead without hesitation.

When she walked out of the machine, feeling the stinging pain in the back of her head, her weak body, and her vague soul power, she knew what she was going to do next.

"That's right. My soul is connected to the Commander's soul, and my body is also connected to the Commander's soul. The undead body... its materials are made from the soul sent from the Commander's body. This soul bears his mark, so this body is also closely connected to the Commander."

"Indeed, my prediction was accurate. The Griffin Divine Punishment Sect (see Advanced Warfare Volume) the Commander mentioned earlier was not false... He showed us a miraculous side, but only the most spiritual humanoids were chosen. And that person... is me. My mind cloud map possesses powerful psychic prophetic abilities. It is precisely this ability that led the Commander to choose me as the first apostle."

"As the first apostle, I, K5, will become a spiritual anchor, constantly illuminating the ocean of the universe and providing a beacon for the Commander's return. Only in this way can the Commander descend upon this base. This is a secret test given to me by the Commander, and only the most loyal believers can overcome it."

"If I fail, not only will the Commander's return be delayed, but he might also turn his attention to other humanoids. I cannot accept such an outcome. I am the only one worthy of the title of the First Apostle."

Several shoulder-length golden hair consisting of three closely tied braids fluttered in the air. After K5 walked out of the machine, he looked at the chaotic scene in front of him with great pride.

This was not surprising. Receiving a new body and establishing an ambiguous connection with the commander were enough to make K5 ecstatic. This meant that the theory she had previously explored had indeed been confirmed.

But her time was very tight. Every second she lost would delay the commander's return. She hurried through the bustling crowd and headed towards her dormitory.

"If what Strade and the birdman said is correct, what I need to do is to train my body. The soul is life energy. Even if they don't hunt and don't rely on 'leveling up', undead can slowly transform the souls they gather into their own strength through training, or simply refine themselves through exercise."

"Then I need the necessary token... Nothing could be better than the first piece of clothing the Commander wears upon arriving in the Dark Souls world. This piece of clothing must be imbued with divine power. I also need a catalyst to train my miraculous power... Fortunately, I have already prepared everything, just waiting for this day. All the preparations are worth it."

K5 muttered to herself as she opened the door to her bedroom. The room was a bit messy, with all sorts of mysterious and faith-filled objects scattered everywhere.

Various playing cards, bone dice, and tattooed masks were placed on the table, but now K5 simply put them aside and took a holy bell from the drawer and placed it on the table. She picked up the holy bell, shook it, and whispered the commander's name.

"Give us life, give us souls, my Lord Sun Yang, show us your mercy. Restore!"

Although these messy words were made up by K5 himself, to be honest, the miracles in the Dark Souls world do not require any fixed spells or fixed texts, nor do they require any auxiliary gestures. They mainly serve to concentrate attention and provide psychological hints.

At least K5 never saw her commander chant any spells. When casting a recovery miracle, he just heals without saying a word. Even when throwing a lightning spear, he only chanted it a few times at the beginning to show off. After that, he was very silent, just rubbing the lightning spear and throwing it.

So I still have to rely on psychological suggestion... Commander! Please lend me your strength!

K5 swung the bell vigorously, but it only rang out a crisp sound without any change. The commander hadn't lent her any power.

After all, in the world of Dark Souls...the so-called power of faith is not to borrow strength from gods, but to guide the soul power in your body through your own firm belief.

This is also why in Dark Souls, even if the gods die, the miracles they leave behind can still be used. Whether the gods are alive or not is not important, the miracles and skills they leave behind are more important.

"Miracle power... the robe of a saint," K5 muttered, opening the cabinet beside the table. Inside was her neatly folded blue and white robe. Sun Yang had been wearing this robe since he first arrived in the Dark Souls world.

K5 had previously asked Sun Yang for this robe, citing his intention to help establish the Griffin Divine Punishment sect. Although the commander looked strange at the time, he still gave the robe to K5.

"This is just an ordinary piece of clothing. If I give it to you, you can make it however you want. I don't feel bad about it. But I still don't want you to do anything too weird with it... At least when you do it, remember to do it behind my back, I will feel better." This is what Sun Yang explained to K5 at the time.

It's really inexplicable, why would I do such a mess? K5 took out the clothes and sucked the robe several times without hesitation.

Hiss-ha-hiss-ha-

Mm, it also smells a bit like the Commander. A bit of mold and sweat. Getting this suit is a real steal.

After K5 finished sucking, she took off her short-sleeved shirt and shorts and put her clothes on naked. She felt as if she was hugged by the commander, and K5 felt full of security.

"Those who came from the Dark Souls world have clearly stated that many pieces of equipment are infused with magical skills, or can enhance the user's strength after years... The commander's robes should also have divine blessings."

“Let’s give it a try.” K5 put on her robe and walked loosely to the center of the dormitory. She held the holy bell and shook it with the most pious heart.

Ding-ling~ A faint light bloomed on the bell, and then K5 felt warm all over, and all his fatigue was cured, but when this warm feeling reached his head, severe pain immediately came.

"Ugh! Ah! It hurts!" K5 clenched the Holy Bell tightly. At first, she thought her spell had failed, but she soon realized it wasn't a failure at all, but a complete success. Undead bodies, like synthetics, have a chip in the back of their heads. The Dark Soul's healing miracle is comprehensive, expelling all implants and replacing them with living human tissue.

The slot behind her head was being squeezed. The chip would not be damaged if it was squeezed like this thousands of times, but the humanoid might not be able to withstand the pain thousands of times.

"Yes, yes, it is this pain. This pain is the proof that I have used the power of miracles. Sooner or later, one day, I will not need this chip, and I will be able to flexibly drive this body and become the commander's right-hand man..." K5 clenched her fists. In order to remember this feeling, she did not hesitate to use the recovery miracle again.

Another wave of tingling comfort and a pounding headache washed over her. K5's eyes brimmed with pain, yet she managed a smile. She would adapt, accept, and ultimately savor the pain. Each moment of pain was proof that the Commander was watching her. What a joyful thing it was.

The AR team's T-dolls, and Pascal, simply surrounded the Commander, possessing his body. But I, K5, have touched the Commander's soul power, his deepest secrets. Until now, I'm the T-doll closest to the Commander.

...But honestly, I'm happy to be able to touch the Commander. For now, I'll just quietly build up my own strength. I might not be able to do it alone, so I need to recruit followers... But before recruiting followers, I need to cultivate my own strength first.

K5 sniffed her clothes, the Commander's scent still lingering. She took them off and put them away again. Then she pulled out two more ominous items from the drawer.

A barbed leather belt and a whip. Both the belt and the whip were brand new. K5 had kept them in a drawer since he bought them, waiting for them to be used.

"Although I used to look down on religious stories about self-torture, thinking they were so stupid—why whip yourself? Does faith really need to be tempered in this way? But after all, many religious murals depict asceticism... and my headaches are indeed closely related to the miracle of liberation..."

K5 took a deep breath, tied her hair up, and then tied the belt around her head. Her scalp felt a sharp pain and a sense of restraint. But for some reason, this pain gave K5 a unique sense of security.

K5 took a moment to adjust to the feeling. She cleaned herself in her dorm, leaving no trace of dirt. Then she ran out to get a basin of clean water and poured half a bag of salt into it, stirring everything.

A basin of salt water is ready. Although it feels like it lacks a sense of ritual, K5 doesn’t have so many rules to follow. What’s most important is that she likes it.

Naked, she spread an absorbent cloth on the floor to avoid staining it. Then, she half-knelt before the basin of water, before her, a box containing the ancient Longyuan robes and a photo of Sun Yang. K5 dipped the whip in the water and took several deep breaths, trying to stay calm and aware.

"Commander, I can endure anything for you. Please come back to us soon... I will pray for you day and night." After K5 finished speaking, he swung the whip hard, and the thin rope soaked in salt water whipped his back.

Snap! A burning sensation shot through his back. It wasn't much different from the pain K5 had expected. It was this kind of pain, this kind of pain alone, that felt right... To strengthen one's faith, one must strengthen one's will in this way.

The undead body has a high threshold for pain, so K5 can whip himself as hard as he can without passing out from the pain.

"Commander...we will meet one day...when that time comes, will you soothe the scars on my body?" K5's arms were shaking and her head was aching, but she did not choose to stop.

Snapped!Snapped!

The smooth back was soon covered in bloodstains, streaked with blood. K5 could feel the pain, but her heart gradually calmed down. Her restlessness over the Commander's inability to return also gradually subsided.

Pah! Pah! Blood flowed down her snow-white body onto the ground, soaking the cloth that had been laid out in advance.

Commander, one day, we will meet again, K5 thought firmly.

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408 It's time to change the outfit of the Iron-Blooded Doll

After the appearance of the new body, the humanoids were noisy for a while. The base eventually established a series of rules to regulate what the humanoids could and couldn't do. Everyone gradually adapted to their synthetic bodies, learning to eat and sleep on time and take good care of themselves.

A month after the dolls were distributed, around the time Carl returned, the dolls threw a hot pot party to celebrate. While it was just an excuse to have fun together, most of the dolls joined in.

Although in the end, due to overeating and eating too spicy food, most of the humanoids ended up in the toilet or went to the medical room to buy stomach medicine - of course, that's a story for later.

The day after the hot pot feast, Pascal, now in her original body, walked briskly towards the research lab. She wrote down the inspiration and ideas that had popped into her head, preparing to apply them to the new experimental environment.

As for why she didn't use a synth...it was because her synth was in a hibernation pod, receiving treatment. Pascal had overeaten spicy hot pot yesterday and consumed a lot of cold alcohol, and her synth's anorectal system couldn't handle the combination, so it collapsed.

Rather than go to work clutching his buttocks and stomach in agony, Pascal decisively chose to switch to his original body. Although his thinking lacked the agility and spirituality, and his senses were no longer sharp, at least his body was not uncomfortable, and he could handle the work more quickly.

"I'm here~" Pascal hummed a little tune and walked into the laboratory. Then she saw Croc sitting on the chair with a calm face, not looking like he was in pain at all.

Pascal scanned the area with his eyes and discovered that Croce had also returned to his original form. The Croce looked Pascal up and down without a word.

"It seems like everyone is the same. If I don't change my body, I'll have to ask for another day off today... Then the replacement plan for the Iron-Blooded Dolls will have to be postponed again." Kroki sighed.

"We really have to change it. By the way, Croce, it's been a month since we analyzed the Fallout AI. How's the progress? Is Sangvis's OGAS system compatible with the Fallout AI? Where's Antonina?" Pascal looked around.

"You'll need to contact Antonina regarding any software compatibility issues. Judging from the trial runs so far, there are no issues. The Iron-Blooded Elite T-dolls can directly utilize the Iron-Blooded Puppetry equipped with the new Fallout AI. Even without the advanced T-dolls, they can still conduct autonomous squad-scale operations." Crouch muttered for a moment before changing the subject. "As for her, she just went to the restroom."

"Toilet? She doesn't want to change her body even though she drinks so much?" Pascal ate and drank as much as he wanted even though he knew that his body needed to be replaced. What's wrong with Antonina?

"Because my humanoid is also undergoing maintenance," a voice came from outside the door. Antonina pushed the door open and walked in with a pale face. "No problem, let's continue with the summary, Croce."

"Antonina...you're living a life of staying up late every day and being disorganized again. At this rate, several bodies won't be enough for you to use in rotation. If you have a lot of work, just tell me and I can delay the progress." Pascal read a few words, but Antonina just shrugged indifferently.

"No need. I'll do work if there's one, and surf the Internet if there's none. That's just my schedule. Don't worry, it won't affect my work." As she spoke, she pulled out a bottle of energy drink from her pocket, poured it into her mouth, smacked her lips, and managed to cheer herself up a little.

"Okay, let's get started now. The equipment of our tactical humanoids will probably look like this, and there won't be much change. But the professor has always hoped that qualified Iron Blood humanoids can join the battlefield... You also know that before, only the elite humanoids of the Iron Blood were of good level, and the Iron Blood puppets under their command were very weak." Crochet said.

"Let's take them one by one. We divide the Iron Blood Puppets into two types: puppet humanoids and support units. Simply put, all those without humanoids are support units." Kroki continued.

"Wow, what a simple and crude way of classification... Please continue, I won't interrupt." Antonina quickly shut up.

Croce glanced at Antonina, then began to give a detailed report on the improvements to the Iron Blood Force.

She first showed her previous unit.

Iron Humanoids: Wasp, Cutter, Beast, Shield, Pain Striker, Dragoon, Guardian, Jaeger.

Support Units: Steel Lion, Goliath Factory, Ranger, Scorpion Beast, Jaguar, Wolf Spider, Scout.

These are the original Iron Blood units, and there are a lot of them. However, according to the data provided by the Iron Blood T-dolls and Tactical T-dolls, if these Iron Blood T-dolls do not have the command of the Iron Blood senior T-dolls, they will usually be suppressed and beaten by the original Tactical T-dolls.

After the submarine battle, a five-man squad equipped with humanoid puppets could clear out most of the autonomous iron-blooded puppets in the mountainous area within a week. If it were put into the present day, this speed would be even faster.

Croce adjusted the panel and listed the new data.

Iron-Blooded Humanoids: Wasp MK2, Jaeger MK2, Raider.

Support Units: Ranger, Wolf Spider, Scout, Jaguar, Goliath Factory, Iron Guard Robot.

"It seems that Iron Blood has shrunk a lot." Pascal said.

"Because Iron Blood now has a reliable... and strange logistics supply system, there is no need to specially produce some kind of puppet humanoids. Instead of going through the trouble of designing a special one, it would be better to improve the compatibility of the puppets and produce corresponding equipment to cope with different combat environments. The strength of Iron Blood Company lies in their reliable quality and the OGAS system, not their weapons and equipment." Crochet said unconvincedly.

"Come to think of it, Croce, you are the chief designer of Vulcan Heavy Industries. It seems that Vulcan Heavy Industries lost the bidding to Iron Blood Industries." Pascal said.

"That's not a big deal. Vulcan Heavy Industries is still going strong, while Iron Blood Industries is completely destroyed. Even the professor...oh, he called the commander over at Griffin, and the commander even commissioned Vulcan Heavy Industries to incorporate the remnants of Iron Blood. Nothing could be more ridiculous than this."

Krocchi laughed out loud after she finished speaking. She was quite happy to mock her competitors.

"Agent, does the Iron-Blooded Doll have any objection to this plan? After all, they are going to use it." Pascal said.

"Really not. It's good enough that they can upgrade their weapons properly. They want bicycles, but the specific effect depends on the actual combat in other worlds. Just liking it yourself can't solve the problem." Crochet responded.

After improvements, the Iron-Blooded Dolls' troop composition has become as follows.

The number of puppet humanoid types has been greatly reduced, and many combat types have become unnecessary, or have been evaluated as unreliable and unsuitable after being tested in actual combat.

In the end, only the general-purpose Golem Wasp MK2 and the long-range support Jaeger MK2 were retained. The original Cleaver was replaced by the Raider from the Fallout world. Its role on the battlefield is similar, but the Raider has more comprehensive performance.

"These three are enough. The many fancy units we had before only caused great trouble to logistics. Long live versatility!" Crochet shouted.

"As for support units, I have removed the Steel Lion and Scorpion Beast. Even the agent agreed with this idea. In their place are the Iron Guard robots we found directly from the radiation. As dynamic support units for urban combat or field operations, the Iron Guard robots can well undertake combat missions." Croc deleted the two pictures and added a new one.

While the Steel Lion possessed decent accuracy and firepower, it was too large to easily expose its position. Furthermore, due to its structural design flaws, the Steel Lion was difficult to relocate quickly and could not keep up with the pace of a marching attack. To use it, it had to be carried by a humanoid or loaded onto a truck.

"It would be better to just have the humanoids carry the heavy machine guns and move them, or to re-employ the heavy armored troops. This thing moves too slowly and doesn't meet the actual combat requirements of the humanoids' rapid mobility." Kroki commented sharply.

The Scorpion Beast, or what the professor called the Yellow Invincible... this thing was quite confusing. Kroki couldn't figure out its combat role.

In open-field combat, the Huang Wudi's range is limited, and its quadrupedal structure isn't very mobile. It's often destroyed by tanks or armored vehicles firing large-caliber machine guns or rockets. The Huang Wudi's onboard weapons and protection systems aren't adequate to handle long-range heavy firepower.