Chapter 975： We failed again

Whether it is in the world of gods, or in the world of mortals, whether in the world of science and technology, or in the world of fantasy... It is a dangerous thing to play with human souls.

If you can transfer the soul of a person without any problem and put it into a specific container, it is definitely a great feat of mechanical ascension.

In fact, the Ailan Hill Empire does not have this ability yet, maybe there will be in the future, but now... they really don't have this kind of technology that can be described as terrible.

Reluctantly trying to figure it out is the situation in front of him. After less than 10 minutes of stability, this "mortal version" of the **** puppet that was just created began to collapse due to the instability of magic.

This is like injecting a large amount of magical energy into a mortal's body, which will make the opponent's body extremely unstable.

The state of instability has been expanding, but no one has noticed it at first. The man felt that his body was losing control, and the pain in his body began to become more intense.

He wanted to sit up from his wheelchair, but the pain prevented him from doing this simple movement.

This was definitely an uncomfortable moment. The daughter he was thinking of was right in front of him, but he couldn't even reach out his palm and touch his daughter's cheek.

"What...what did you do to me?" He asked nervously again. He had asked the same before, but the meaning of the question was different.

What he wanted to ask before was, "You have poured my soul into such a body, what do you want to do?" Now he wants to ask, "Are you going to kill me?"

"Quick! Quick! Find a way to stabilize the magical energy in his body." On the other side of the glass, there were anxious shouts, which made people a little irritable.

It seemed that something really went wrong, something that was beyond the control of these technicians-several staff in white coats rushed out.

These staff members surround the man who has become a puppet, connecting one wire after another to his body.

Those magic runes that were originally very beautiful have now become brighter and manic. The original soft lines were all supported by the agitation of magical energy and began to deform.

"Over there! Over there! Push out that device! Quickly, connect him... I want to determine the state of magical energy on his body." Seeing that the puppet that had fallen to the ground and began to struggle with pain was no longer good. Some technicians are already trying to fix this puppet.

"Damn it! The core is a bit unstable!" When the cover on the puppet's chest was lifted, the surrounding staff saw a terrifying scene that was almost the same as the inside of the furnace.

The container that was full of magical energy and sealed the man's soul had become boiling at this moment.

In such a state of instability, the puppet has almost been sentenced to death. If the miracle does not occur, the puppet will soon be completely scrapped.

"The core? The core is unstable? Damn! Quick! Hold the core! This is the most important thing!" A staff member anxiously surrounded the dead puppet and handed a special wrench to the person in need in the front row. .

A female technician suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is it too emotional after seeing my daughter?"

"It's possible! Put down the wall quickly! Isolate the two of them!" The headed technician loosened the two parts in the puppet with a special wrench in his hand, and raised his head and ordered loudly.

"Hum..." With the sound of the motor turning, a thick black iron door like a rolling door slowly fell from one side of the glass wall, isolating the thick glass wall.

At this time, the girl hadn't realized that the puppet on the other side of the wall who was struggling in pain was her father.

She looked helplessly at the officer next to her, and asked suspiciously, "Who is the puppet in there?"

"He is your father! Your father who has been transformed!" The officer knew that this was inhumane, but he still didn't mean to keep silent.

He directly told the little girl the truth of the implementation, making the other party a little unresponsive for a while.

Then, she seemed to realize something, and rushed to the half-closed black gate, knocking on the glass in front of her.

In an instant her tears fell, dripping on the glass, sliding down the glass.

She kept tapping the front glass with her hands, hoping to stop the steel partition that kept falling.

In the end, she was so desperate that she cried out the anxious "Dad! No! Daddy!"

Things were clearly out of everyone's control, and the puppet lying on the ground was gradually losing consciousness.

His body was trembling, and the magical energy in his chest was like a small storm raging everywhere.

Those original precision parts, as well as computer chips and the like, were turned into fragments in this storm, with short-circuit sparks everywhere, and flying arcs everywhere.

"We failed..." Looking at the puppet's body that was almost completely scrapped in front of him, the leading technician finally threw away the wrench in his hand in despair, and sat down next to the puppet with a sigh.

Fortunately, he has not reported the success of the experiment. Fortunately, he has not notified such an important news to His Majesty the Emperor who has been waiting for news.

How disappointed if His Majesty the Emperor learns that there is another problem with this experiment? Master Gurlo, who is waiting for this experiment to continue his life, what should he do?

This series of questions made the technical person in charge sitting here a bit at a loss. He didn't even pay attention to the puppet beside him who had already started to smoke.

Soon, there were more cracks in the magic spar on the head of the puppet. These cracks gathered together and spread out like a spider web.

In the next second, the girl guarding outside the glass window had all her vision blocked by the falling isolation device. She could no longer see the puppet, nor could she hear the voice inside.

And inside the isolation device, the head of the puppet that fell on the ground vibrated slightly, and pieces of fragments fell from his head to the ground.

The blue magic energy gasified into puffs of light smoke, shrouded in the vicinity of the magic core that had also appeared cracks.

"I'm in pain..." A vague and hoarse voice came from the cracks of the machine, as if it was a terrifying ghost trying to kill him.

Because the mechanical parts themselves have been damaged, the voice has long been unable to hear the tone and sentence. It was just a simple byte, with endless pain and grievances.

"I... want to... die..." Although the surrounding technicians desperately used some equipment to try to save the poor puppet, or to save the poor man.

But these efforts were destined to be in vain, because soon the head of the puppet was completely shattered and turned into a pale energy-exhausted crystal, which fell to the ground and was instantly shattered.

But under the shattered head, the generator was still sending out bytes in a weird and terrifying manner, as if complaining to everyone present: "I'm so... sore... so sore!"

After a few more seconds, the strange voice also began to blur. The chest cavity that melted and collapsed finally cooled from a boiling state.

Everyone knows what this cooling means-it means that the resonance between the magical energy and the soul has completely disappeared. After the cooling is completed, the soul of the experimental subject that participated in the experiment has been completely destroyed.

Yes, he can confirm that he is dead in any sense: his original body has long been bloody, like a steak on the experimental table.

And the new container that contained his soul has now been completely destroyed. Only those twisted and deformed parts on the ground and the warm shell are left.

Outside the glass window, the girl was already crying. She desperately beat the heavy glass that could not be penetrated by bullets, calling out to her father once and again like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Unfortunately, no one is doomed to answer her cry, and she can only vent her desperate emotions here.

"The experiment failed... as you wish." The male officer behind him didn't want to comfort her, and said: "However, according to our promise to your father, you can get a new life..."

"I can find a place for you to settle, you will get a new identity, as long as you don't break the law, no one will embarrass you anymore." Seeing the girl still shouting the word father over and over again, the male officer continued. .

"I don't want those things! I only want my dad! As long as he can come back!" The girl finally sat down on the ground, crying and she didn't look like a nobleman.

"Actually, if your father doesn't participate in this experiment, he will be hanged on the execution ground today too...so..." The officer had not comforted the woman, so he could only persuade the straight man. What he said was the truth, but in other people's ears, it was actually very awkward.

"..." Sure enough, the girl was finally overwhelmed and fainted. The officer sighed, shook his head, walked over to pick up the opponent, and walked back to the room where the girl was held.

For him, the task is over.

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A door was pushed open from the outside, and William holding a stack of data files with an ugly expression, walked to Frenzberg's bed.

He put down the books and papers, and muttered the results of the experiment in the lowest voice: "Teacher, it's a pity, the latest experiment...we failed again."

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