I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Strider couldn't remember what happened to his colleagues. But before he was petrified, they had vanished. Perhaps they had continued their activities elsewhere, or perhaps they had been executed by the king after noticing their actions.

But none of this mattered to Strider, who had informed the king. He claimed not to be a man of conscience or morality, but eating living fellow human beings was beyond his capacity to accept.

And in this world, at this point in time, such a habit has been developed, and more sophisticated equipment is used to keep the same kind of meat alive...

Do you enjoy the screams and pain of others, and pursue the ultimate thrill? Such depravity is not uncommon. Some people who pursue the extreme are perhaps even more cruel than beasts.

"Master Strade! I'm leaving these people in your care!" The COP team pushed the operating table in. Strade nodded, first confirmed that these people did not have various non-human parts installed on them, and then performed a miracle again.

The flesh regenerated at a rapid speed, and the limbs grew back. But these people didn't even react at all, just staring blankly at the ceiling.

Has the mind and soul been destroyed? It seems that they are no different from the walking dead. There is still some follow-up work to be done.

The souls of these people have been more or less destroyed and twisted, and there are traces of excessive use of high-purity drugs.

Those drugs would destroy a person's body and soul, leaving them with an eternally degraded consciousness. Among the magic that Strider had learned, there was a simple and crude one called "Healing." It could cleanse the body of toxins. It was said to be a healing magic that originated from a place called Little Lund.

During the time when Strider himself was active, this magic was studied and became a kind of miracle, but the effect was even better.

Let's try them all. Strade had his puppets pack up the healed people and prepare to take them out for centralized management. He himself went out into the corridor first.

As a result, I saw a group of doctors and nurses escorted by puppet figures. These people were carrying various first aid equipment. They looked a little panicked, but not particularly depressed.

Perhaps they have done some ideological work, and the leaders told them that medical staff need to provide treatment, which is actually useful.

"Wait a moment," Strade stopped the doctors and nurses. "Who is responsible for the removal of slave limbs?"

"It's the chef here. We are only responsible for curing the rest." The doctor said numbly, or indifferently.

"Who performed the organ transplant surgery?" Strade continued to ask.

No one answered, but everyone could feel that answering this question might be dangerous.

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"Did the person in charge here ask you to do this?" Strade changed the question.

"Yes, yes. We don't have the right to refuse..." the doctor said hesitantly.

"I understand." Strade waved his hand and let the man go.

But when the doctors saw the people with all their limbs intact being pushed out on the cart, they were completely stunned.

"How did you do that? This is impossible..." The doctor's body trembled. The medical miracle was right in front of him. He hurriedly asked Strade.

"You can't know, doctor, go and save the people you want to save." Strade just shook his head.

It wasn't Strade's place to judge these moral issues, or rather, judging them was pointless. If he really wanted to delve into the various issues involved, he'd better wait until the battle was over.

Strade pressed the projection on his exoskeleton. There was a lot of information going on simultaneously. AR Team, FN Team, and 404 Team seemed to be discussing something.

The COP team is on standby in the hospital. When the puppet can't handle it, the COP will rush to the scene of the accident and take action.

The estimated time is about... 5 minutes? That's enough. 30 minutes is definitely not enough, so I'll be late for a while.

Let me look forward to what surprises the warriors of this world can bring me. Strider's mouth curled up slightly as he wandered into the large room where the slaves rested.

The slaves sat or lay quietly. Although they looked nervous, when they saw Strade come in, they all seemed to feel relieved.

Huh? Is this what it feels like to be a savior? That's pretty refreshing.

Strade coughed twice and chose his words carefully. "Slaves, your bodies have been ravaged. It is not enough to simply heal them. Your souls have suffered and been tainted countless times. I will use my miracles and magic to try to heal them, but do not hold out hope."

"We listen to you, Archmage Strade." An elderly slave in the lead said after a moment's silence.

"Very good. Keep quiet and don't move." Strider cast Miracle: Healing Blessing and Magic: Healing. Small blue balls of light dotted the staff.

These balls of light flew into the bodies of the people around them. Some people didn't feel any changes, but some people lay down in a daze. And those who didn't react at all to the outside world cried, their lips trembling, and they touched their arms and legs.

The effects of the overdose are wearing off. Their bodies may gradually return to normal, or they may experience other problems. In any case, clearing the effects of the drugs will help them recover physically and mentally.

After checking it out and feeling that there was nothing wrong, Strider turned and left. He checked the time and it was almost time.

"Well, I have other things to do next." Strade recalled that those people had made some attempts at human body modification at that time, and now they can try it.

Anyway, Master Sun Yang only wants to prevent death and not cripple people. Having more parts doesn't count as a disability, right? Strade walked out of the room leisurely and headed towards the noisy large room next door.

I wonder if Master Sun Yang would cooperate with me? I'll be doing some insignificant experiments while he's making requests... maybe we'll get along.

It just so happens that I have some new dark techniques for manipulating souls that I can experiment with...Strider walked into another room with a smile.

There, dozens of doctors and nurses were giving emergency bandages to hundreds of injured people. Some of them were very rude and yelled at the nurses and doctors in a bad tone.

"Too noisy." Golden lightning gathered at the tip of the witch Strade's black branch's staff. The man who was roaring just now immediately stared at Strade cautiously.

"Hey, you doctors and nurses, you are not allowed to treat those who are too noisy. Point them out to me." Strade casually kicked away those who tried to approach secretly. Some of them wanted to pounce on him, but Strade sent these people away with a "reject".

"Rejection" is a non-lethal miracle that creates an invisible outward shockwave around the body, shaking everything away. To others, it looks like the person is inexplicably sent flying backwards.

"You bunch of pigs, don't you even understand the current situation? Do you have to see some blood to wake up?" Strade waved the black branch, and several dark blue soul arrows emerged, piercing the legs of the man who was about to rush up to grab the equipment.

"Ah!" "Ugh!" Even the weakest soul dart could easily pierce the thigh. The person hit by the soul dart could only tremble all over and endure the pain.

Strider deliberately avoided the aorta, just to teach them a lesson. This unconventional attack method shocked those around him.

"You keep working." Strade said to the doctors and nurses, then he kicked aside the man whose identity he did not know and walked straight towards the person who had just roared loudly.

"Let's start with you," said Strade. He ignored the other party's pleas and hypocritical promises and launched a small ball of controllable and activated soul transformed by dark magic into the other party's body.

The opponent was so scared that he fell to the ground, but he soon felt that apart from a little discomfort when the small black ball hit him, he had no other problems.

Was he just trying to scare himself? He thought to himself, but the next second, he felt a burning pain all over his body, as if it were burning in flames.

“Ahhhhhh——!!” He screamed and tried to stand up, but he could only crawl up with difficulty.

As he screamed, pitch-black flames shot out from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth. The flames did not burn his clothes, but only caused his skin and limbs to shrivel and shrink rapidly.

His body quickly curled up like a plastic bag being burned by flames. He became smaller and smaller, and finally collapsed to the ground. The dark flames enveloped his body.

In just a few seconds, the screaming person disappeared in the flames, leaving only the clothes he was wearing.

"Ahhh! Kill, kill people--!" Some people wanted to scream, but their mouths were immediately covered by the rational people around them.

If you don't want to get yourself into trouble, don't make too much noise.

"Shut up!! He didn't pass God's judgment, that's all. Blackfire is the evidence of his guilt. Now, who wants to be the next?" Strade looked back at the frightened people and finally smiled with satisfaction.

Then he glanced at the panicked doctors and nurses, and said sullenly, "What are you looking at? Get on with your work."

The doctors, nurses, and patients immediately cooperated and continued to treat the patient. For a moment, no one dared to speak.

Well, the stable soul resonance bomb has been successfully developed. A dark technique that can be activated with a single thought... but unfortunately, it only works on those with weak souls.

If the opponent is an undead with some strength, even if the dark technique is activated and the soul is burned, at most it will consume some flesh and blood. It is too difficult to burn someone to death.

To assassinate an undead being, one needs to stuff enough energy into the human body. However, if a person suddenly has a bunch of unstable souls in their body, they will definitely notice something is wrong.

The result is that either the soul that is inserted is transformed into a stable soul by the other party in a few seconds and accepted by the other party, or it is expelled from the body.

This is an assassination technique that is limited to dealing with enemies whose soul power is not strong enough.

Besides, if you have the skill of manual detonation, can't you just use the dark technique to hit the opponent's face? However, those who practice the art of assassination will definitely like it.

After much deliberation, Strider decided to wait until Sun Yang was done before letting him know. He would probably like this spell.

***

A few minutes ago, after the humanoid team sent the last batch of slaves they found to the hospital, the FN team reported what they had seen to Sun Yang.

They found a large underground place filled with all kinds of horrific torture instruments and cutting tools.

When the humanoids arrived, the only people there were slaves tied to torture devices, waiting to die because they had lost their limbs.

The FN team, who learned of the situation, excitedly asked Sun Yang how to deal with those who were tied up.

"Do we have to keep those guys alive? They're not even human! They remind me of Paradis..." FAL clenched his fists, very puzzled by the commander's decision.

"Now you finally understand why I keep yelling about killing my whole family. How could you possibly understand without direct experience... But no, we can't kill all of these people right now."

Sun Yang closed his eyes. He was not in a very good mood, but it was still necessary to explain to the humanoid.

"No, how many people are there in these troops? Only about one or two hundred in total. We have to deal with a group of at least thousands or tens of thousands of people. If we kill these people, what will happen if the rest start to be on guard? If they are alive, we can still make money, but if they die, it will be a real risk of death."

Sun Yang explained to FAL, ate two more grasses, and brought out a heavy-armored team, asking them to form a defense line near the hospital.

Various Griffin drones have also been taken out, with respective teams taking over varying numbers of flying machines.

Among them, the Griffin drone, which has reconnaissance capabilities, found some US military micro reconnaissance drones that were secretly preparing to fly over with a single sweep.

Of course, these had long been discovered by the reconnaissance system taken over by Antonina, and the US military's micro-UAVs were shot down with electromagnetic interference equipment.

Of course, AR Team, 404 Team and COP Team had no such doubts. They had either been fighting for too long or were former Stasi agents with police backgrounds and had seen too many bad things.

The FN team still lacks understanding in this regard. The purpose of bringing the FN team here for this operation is to let them understand the reason behind Sun Yang's actions.

"Humans... are too complicated..." FAL said with a sad expression. She could only accept the commander's explanation with resignation.

"But don't worry, Strade will take good care of them. With the way he is, I wouldn't be surprised if those people suffered a little." Sun Yang added at the end to prevent FAL from thinking too much.

"That guy... I always feel like he's not a normal person... When we met him before, he was carefully studying the ingredients of the ketchup packet and was always laughing." FAL complained.

"He's not a normal person, but he's not an idiot either. He has no reason to cause trouble in the base. What? Did he do something unpleasant in the base?"

Sun Yang opened his eyes. If this kid Strider was dishonest, he would be dragged out to feed the fish as soon as possible.

"Not really, he's quite peaceful. But he gives me the impression of a law-abiding murderer..." FAL was probably still not used to having a human hanging around in the base.

"As long as he is still working and doesn't touch you or say anything unpleasant to you, I will choose to ignore the past that I don't know about." Sun Yang concluded.

"Understood, Commander. The hostages up there will be handed over to Strider. What should we do now?" FAL quickly adjusted his state.

"We're establishing a dynamic defense perimeter based on the hospital. The enemy will likely deploy micro-drones for reconnaissance. However, the detection radar here is quite advanced... Antonina has already used the automated defense system connected to the surveillance system to dispose of the approaching drones."

Sun Yang looked at the screen and saw that Antonina had already marked the nearby shootdown records.

It seems that the US military had more than a dozen micro-drones successfully fly over the ocean and reach the edge of the island. However, before they could observe anything, they were destroyed in mid-air by the island's electromagnetic interference defense facilities.

After all, this island, apart from other things, is quite good at defending against intelligence espionage. If this is not done well, I am afraid that within a few months of opening the island, the internet will be full of videos of naked dignitaries.

"Commander, I'm detecting communication requests from the nearby naval fleet and air force. These are marked as friendly by the monitoring system. Do you want to connect? Also, the air force and naval fleet are organizing a joint air and sea landing operation." Antonina's voice came again.

"Let them wait for a while. Scarecrow! Maintain order in the hospital, and the others find a place to hide. I put the ammunition on the first floor of the hospital, come back and get it if you need it. In addition, the operation in Eastern Europe can also begin." Sun Yang rushed to the first floor and filled the hall with the prepared ammunition supplies.

Iron Blood, humanoids, drones, and heavy armored troops. It was almost complete, but this also drained Sun Yang's spirit.

He could no longer send out more troops. For a period of time, this number of troops would be his limit. This would require him to return to the Dark Souls world to add some points, or find a blacksmith to strengthen his catalyst.

The heavy troops had already found a suitable location - the top floor of the hospital. Neither the fleet nor the air force dared to unleash heavy firepower.

After all, if anyone inside were killed by heavy fire, their mission would be a failure. This mission was incredibly difficult for both the fleet and the air force.

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Normally speaking, getting the support troops in place within 30 minutes is already quite a good speed.

After all, the people in this place are very important, but they don't want other unrelated people to get too close, so those responsible for subsequent security work cannot get too close to the island.

So even if there are ruthless people who can break through the patrol fleet and the intelligent torpedoes on the seabed, there won’t be many people, and they can’t carry too much or too heavy equipment, let alone heavy weapons.

In addition, there are dense surveillance facilities around the edge of the island, so the attackers actually only have two options to find their way to the island: the port and the helicopter platform.

Because no one can climb the cliff and still have enough strength to slip through the possible surveillance loopholes. Even if they can sneak in, how many people can you have? The risk will increase dramatically with each additional person.

Even if so many guards were armed with non-lethal weapons, they would be easily defeated by two or three people who at most had submachine guns and no bulletproof vests.

After all, it is impossible for someone to climb a cliff hundreds of meters high wearing a bulletproof vest.

Holding onto this impossible belief, the outer defenders have been working so leisurely until now. Because compared to external factors, the possibility of internal traitors is probably greater.

As a result, after the incident, the defenders unexpectedly discovered that things were very different from what they had expected.

Just from the micro-drone footage, they saw over a hundred heavily armed men maneuvering around the hospital. The island's weapons were limited to pistols and pump-action shotguns, so where did all those MDL grenade launchers come from?

At this point, they could only try to communicate with these militants and formulate a reasonable action plan while communicating.

The commanders of the fleet and air force were not fools. After seeing so much heavy firepower and hundreds of troops, they immediately realized that they must not fill it with their own troops.

At least, you can't just fill it in casually. You can't just play the cards in your hand casually.

Based on the barely captured images of the enemy troops captured by the micro-drone and previously stored data, the fleet and air force commanders concluded that the enemy had gathered all the hostages in the hospital and that there should be no hostage threats in other buildings.