I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Brother 16 pursed his lips, wanting to complain about this situation of trying to fix the fence after the sheep have been stolen. She asked her puppets to get in the car and drove to the vicinity of the hospital.

Slave Island was in chaos. The AR team that had rushed in beforehand swept across the island like a whirlwind, and as long as they didn't hide in the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, the defenders and the waiters ready to fight would be killed in an instant.

The trembling wealthy businessmen and slaves were tied up by the AR team regardless of their identities, thrown into mobility scooters and taken away.

The FN and 404 teams that joined later carried out other missions. There weren't that many people on the island to begin with, and with the puppets, the 70-man humanoid force was incredibly efficient.

Sun Yang scrambled towards the hospital. Many soldiers were stationed at the hospital's gate, and the barbed wire had been electrified.

Some wealthy people who arrived earlier got out of their cars and rushed into the hospital gate cursing.

This is not up to you! Sun Yang first called out the humanoids with police backgrounds from behind a corner and threw out the puppets. Then he took the opportunity to rush through the gate. He took out two holy bells and called out the name of the miracle in his heart.

Thunder gun!

In an instant, two golden lightning bolts, not belonging to the real world and emitting the power of the sun, gathered in the air. Sun Yang did not concentrate the lightning spear, but instead actively dispersed the power of lightning in all directions.

Why did golden lightning appear in the air? The defenders, wealthy businessmen, and service workers were only briefly puzzled.

Because the next second, the scattered lightning hit everyone nearby at the speed that lightning should have.

Crackling! Those who were hit fell down trembling all over. Even those who were very strong could only tremble as they tried to get up.

This indiscriminate AOE is quite effective. Sun Yang moved his slightly paralyzed body.

The humanoids who had been called out from outside rushed in to clean up the scene.

SP9 (Mona), P90, Wilder, VSK94, and M870. These five T-dolls, all experienced COPs, cleaned up the scene with ease.

The hospital's defenders had already gathered toward the main gate, but were driven back by the COP team's intense firepower. The defenders could only rely on the hospital's sturdy outer walls to engage the defenders outside.

The COP team was led by Mona, a former Stasi agent. However, this makeshift unit lacked coordination, and Mona essentially just reported progress to Sun Yang.

Mona dragged the electroshocked men aside and tied them up. VSK, with a cold expression, fired repeatedly at the windows on the second floor of the hospital, shattering the glass and suppressing the guards inside.

Sun Yang's small-caliber rifle's Gaussian upgrade has been fully implemented. Currently, all small-caliber rifle figures have electromagnetic acceleration rails and electromagnetic bullets.

This highly penetrating ammunition can even penetrate concrete walls and blow up the heads of the enemy soldiers behind it.

The defenders guarding the windows on the second floor immediately realized that something was wrong, and all the friendly troops in the affected windows were doomed.

They didn't dare to stay there and moved to a deeper ward.

The M870 first threw his shield into the second floor, then took a running start and jumped directly in. The defenders immediately fired at the M870 who jumped in, but the rubber bullets hitting the base body were really useless.

"Police investigating! Put your hands up!" The M870 fired a shot into the ceiling, scaring the hospitalized patients into hiding. The defenders angrily denounced the weakness of their weapons.

[M870, we're from the Griffin Divine Punishment faction.] Wilder jumped into the second floor after her, complaining on the communication channel.

[Why does the Commander place so much importance on this setting... I'm sorry I said it wrong.] M870 rushed down the corridor, shield raised. Several defenders took up positions in the wards and fired, but their bullets were blocked by their shields, rendering their shots useless.

M870 and its puppets quickly cleared the rooms on the second floor.

Wilder, who was behind him, opened the folding shield on his arm and shouted towards the messy corridor.

"We are the Griffin Divine Punishment Sect! We belong to the Inquisition! Sinners! Repent! Innocent ones! Pray to us! We save! We kill! We are God's messengers! We are the Messiah's greetings!" Wilder rushed into the remaining wards while shouting the words he had just composed.

Meanwhile, on the first floor, P90 used her exceptional close-quarters firepower to sweep the entire floor. She turned on the Griffin Divine Punishment Sect's righteous speech, recorded earlier by K5, and the passionate voice echoed throughout the first floor.

VSK and Mona quickly cleaned up the area around the hospital. A helicopter flew overhead, apparently belonging to a wealthy individual who had responded immediately and was heading towards the island.

At least, there was no Atlas logo on that plane, and Antonina, who was in charge of monitoring, did not receive any access information.

[Commander, there is an unidentified aircraft——] VSK reported immediately.

"Shoot them down," Sun Yang said briefly on the other end of the line. He was on the third floor, using a silenced and invisible weapon, and he was about to shoot every soldier hiding there. The patients here were like witnessing a paranormal event. One moment they were standing perfectly still, and the next, a hole shot through their head.

"That makes sense." VSK and the puppets opened fire at the helicopter, and the high-speed metal armor-piercing bullets turned the cockpit into a sieve.

I don't know who arranged the helicopter, but it just spun and fell down, hitting some entertainment facility and turning into a pile of mixed metal garbage.

The hospital wasn't very large to begin with. After all, the only people who were injured were slaves and servants—but it had a large number of doctors and nurses to ensure that the injured received proper treatment.

But now the wounded also needed to be gathered together—luckily, there weren't many of them. Including those injured by the humanoids and the abused slaves, there were only about a hundred of them.

Sun Yang held his head down. AR, 404, and FN were ferrying everyone on the island to the hospital. COP was also about to clear the hospital completely.

The doctors and nurses were very cooperative and stayed on the second floor. They also arranged all the patients in several rooms on the second floor.

As for the guards who were still alive but unconscious, Mona didn't hesitate and tied them up in groups of ten with wire and piled them up in a room.

He took one last look at the time and saw that the estimated 30-minute attack would be about 10 minutes away.

"Commander, we've found some hidden underground passages... We might need more manpower." A message came from M4.

"I understand. It's time to send the Iron Blood out. Just drop the men off at the gate and leave them there. COP team, I'm going to call out the Iron Blood dolls. Once you're done, move the men at the gate to the second floor of the hospital. Then, we'll conduct an underground search."

Sun Yang pressed his aching head and shook the holy bell again.

"Finally remembered us? Or do you only want me?" The scarecrow's voice came from the air.

The Scarecrow belonging to Iron Blood appeared. Although she was once a subordinate unit, she seemed to have been modified by some world influence. Her physical strength and output were no less than those of the elite Iron Blood humanoids.

She was still wearing a mask, her expression dazed, and three floating cannons were floating around her.

"My magic power doesn't support bringing out too many people... Scarecrow, the defense of the hospital is entirely in your hands. The others have missions to perform..."

Sun Yang felt himself growing increasingly sleepy. How much grass had he eaten? Why did he already feel so weak? Could it be that even the undead had a limit to their strength? This wasn't good, man...

80 Simple Actions (Part )

No, no, if we want to win this battle, we need to work harder. Sun Yang quickly pulled out a large number of puppets and machines. Then he ate the dusk grass. His mental strength had recovered by about half.

It is true that the amount of food you eat in a short period of time will be less and less...Sun Yang took a breath, and he still had to prepare for the next defensive work.

These puppets, holding various live ammunition weapons, quickly took up their original defensive positions.

Under Scarecrow's arrangement, drones and four-wheeled vehicles equipped with machine guns also found suitable places to stand by.

The escort teams had already pulled the surviving people off the mobility scooters, while the COP team dragged them upstairs.

But some of them needed urgent treatment. The powerful and wealthy only had broken teeth, but some slaves were seriously injured.

But when it comes to performing surgery on these people, Sun Yang always feels that the doctors might take advantage of the chaos to do something weird... Should we send some troops to protect them?

Just as Sun Yang was thinking, an unexpected communication was sent to him.

It's Strider.

[I suspect you're having some difficulty, Master Sun Yang. Is there anything I, Strider, can do to assist you?] Strider remained calm in front of the camera.

No, you just need to study it carefully. And if you die here, it's really... Wait, a wizard as powerful as Strider can just cast invisibility to avoid danger.

Sun Yang thought for two seconds, then asked, "Strider, do you know how to use healing miracles? Do your miracles work on mortals?"

"Not only do I know healing miracles, I also know detoxification magic. Miracles from ancient times can heal mortals, no problem. Oh~ I understand. I need a reliable doctor." Strider chuckled.

"Then I really need you." Although Sun Yang could do it himself, his mana was already in jeopardy and could not support releasing too many healing miracles.

"Oh~ Don't worry, Master Sun Yang. I have no intention of getting lost in this world. After all, more worlds are more interesting than just one unfamiliar one." Strider explained, as if remembering something.

I hadn't noticed this until you mentioned it. Sun Yang nodded. The last problem of this battle was probably solved.

The people who were carried up by the 25 members of the COP team in turns were simply divided into two categories.

The slaves were divided into one large room, while the wealthy merchants, waiters and guards were crowded into another room.

Sun Yang didn't intend to let them die right now. After all, the death of so many people at once would cause a strong sense of vigilance. But if they were just kidnapped en masse, things would be easier to handle.

Let's save their lives for later. The images he captured were enough to cause chaos in American politics for a while.

If Atlas can make good use of the evidence, it should be able to significantly shorten the growth time of the original company.

Sun Yang found a place on the third floor and used his soul to pull Shi Tiela out. This was quite tiring, and after finishing this, Sun Yang had to take the herbs again.

At the suggestion of the humanoids, Strider had already changed into a fully covered exoskeleton. He carried his Staff of Wisdom in one hand and the Witch's Black Branch in the other. He bowed to Sun Yang as soon as he appeared.

"Huh? How do you have this thing too?" Sun Yang pointed at the witch's black branch in his hand. This thing is a rare item that can be used in all aspects except spells.

"There are many things like this in my hometown of Oraphis. You will get used to it, Master. Well, who do you want to save?" Strade casually evaded the question, but it might also be because the matter was not worth mentioning.

"There are two groups of people on the second floor. One group is slaves, and the other group is powerful people. Heal the slaves, and I will leave the powerful people to the doctors for emergency treatment." Sun Yang conveyed the order.

"Strange, shouldn't we rescue the powerful first?" Strade, whose ideas were thousands of years old, asked subconsciously.

"The doctors here may not treat slaves seriously in this situation, but they will definitely treat the powerful and wealthy seriously, at least to keep them alive. Moreover, what if the powerful and wealthy want to run around after they have recovered their strength?" Sun Yang cheered up and walked towards the second floor. Naturally, he remained invisible throughout the whole process.

"Master, how long will you remain invisible? Are you practicing?" Strade asked, looking at Sun Yang's almost transparent state.

He himself studied soul magic and was extremely sensitive to special souls. Spells like invisibility could not hide from Strade's senses.

"I don't want to reveal my identity. Everyone else can be sent back to the base, but I can't send myself back." Sun Yang shrugged.

"I see. I understand. By the way, what if those dignitaries and doctors start a fight?" Strade rubbed his palms.

"Whatever you want to do. If things get really bad, just kill a few people. Don't leave any serious aftereffects on the rest. I hate these things, but they're still useful for now."

"Okay, I can torture people, and that's what I like. Also, Master Sun Yang, do I also have to recite some lines from the Griffin Divine Punishment Sect?" Strade shook the branch in his hand and put it on his waist.

"It's all fine. This sect is meant for fun. You can say whatever you want." Sun Yang didn't stop him. This great wizard knew his limits and probably just wanted to play a prank.

"Leave the rest of the second floor to me. Master, go and do something else. Don't worry, just one or two hundred people can't defeat me." Strade said as he headed for the second floor, while Sun Yang ran out of the hospital. He still had to use the last bit of time to deploy his troops.

As soon as Strider entered the second floor, he saw many beautiful but extremely cold puppets standing guard nearby. They were holding different weapons, some staring outside, and some staring at the hostages.

It took him several days to figure out that a humanoid form has a mind core and mind cloud map like a brain, which develops on its own. A puppet is a mindless puppet that is controlled or acts autonomously under programming.

"Good afternoon, Scarecrow, I'm Strade. Let me in." Strade said to one of the puppets, and the puppet opened the door, revealing the situation inside the room.

Four unarmed puppets stood in the four corners of the room. Slaves of all sizes were carefully provided with beds and blankets. However, it looked like many of their wounds had only received emergency treatment.

The power of the soul can also be called life energy. With just a glance, Strider could see the frailty of these people's bodies. Some of them had even developed diseases.

Of course, it would be easier to deal with these people if they were weak. Strider came in and chuckled twice.

Although these slaves were very scared, long-term training and torture had made their reactions very restrained. Even when facing the possibility of imminent death, they were trained not to resist.

"This place also likes to torture people and train them into puppets. I really don't understand what the point of this is. Hmm, maybe they torture others to deny their own weakness and show their strength? It's pointless. No matter which world or time, people are still the same people. What they want to do and what they want to do never change."

Strode's long-winded English speech seemed to give some of the slaves who knew English hope.

A few of the older ones, still relatively intact, tremblingly asked, "You, are you here to save us? Are the Griffin Divine Punishment Sect sent by God?"

"I am the Archmage Strider of the Divine Punishment Sect. How I save you is none of your business. But now, you will receive a miraculous treatment. Do not move."

"Miracle?" Slaves of different ages, speaking different languages, and having different genders exchanged qualified words with each other.

Although Strider was only explaining the classification of this spell, he coughed, shook the witch's black branch, and quickly recited a long prayer. Then he half-knelt on the ground.

A warm light emerged from his body, and a strange circular symbol flashed by with Strider as the center.

The slaves only felt a surge of warmth flowing into their bodies, and then a large number of them began to scream, covering their bodies and trembling all over.

Many people had all sorts of random things implanted in their bodies. Some had their large intestines replaced with artificial materials, while others had their reproductive organs removed entirely and replaced with remote-controlled mechanical devices.

Each of them had undergone some degree of body modification, but now, a miraculous power was working on them, and the parts of them that had been removed were rapidly growing back.

However, the embedded objects had not been removed yet, so Strade ordered the surrounding puppets to quickly cut off the corresponding parts of these people and remove the foreign objects.

Fortunately, these people had a strong tolerance to pain and did not go into shock.

After Strade and the puppets had finished their work, the scene looked like a slaughterhouse, filled with blood and severed organs, but everyone's body had recovered. Even long-standing illnesses had been cured.

"It's a miracle. It's really a miracle..." An elderly woman touched her regenerated body, seemingly unable to believe it.

"This is the power of miracles. We must be in awe of power. Now, Scarecrow, move these people to another room." Strade said to the puppet who was just using a dagger to cut open human bones and skin.

"Understood. This environment is not conducive to human rest." The puppets responded, standing up and making way.

"That's one thing. Also, the other teams have brought back a group of people. This place will be used as an operating room. Hum... it's been a bit busy. Also, you slaves," Strade said to the men and women who were looking at him with pious faces, "don't tell anyone about this phenomenon. It will bring you fatal disaster. Just say that it was cured by advanced medical technology."

The slaves exchanged some words with each other, seemingly understanding each other, and then went to another room under the arrangement of the puppets.

Strade looked out the window. The AR team was dragging a group of people with only a few remaining parts into the hospital. The remaining T-dolls were reporting their situation to the commander.

Strider had seen similar scenes before. Some of his colleagues had held similar banquets in the past.

Their methods were cruder and more direct: they would capture their own people or prisoners, chop off their limbs while they were still conscious, and then immediately cook them in a pot and eat them in front of everyone.

Some will even force the other party to eat their own limbs. This kind of torture is simply unbearable for humans.

After that, these colleagues went further and further on the road of cannibalism. They not only developed how to cook delicious food, but also focused on the process of dissecting living things and appreciating the pleasure of the process.

From limbs to internal organs, and finally keeping the subject alive, while he is still alive, they dig out his freshest brain and taste it.