Chapter 434

"...Roughly, it's finished."

Nicholas II murmured in a low voice.

He took two steps back, raised his head slightly, admiring his brand new creation——

It needs to be explained that those are not human beings.

It's not even an "artificial human".

It doesn't even have a head.

The position above the neck is empty.

And the body below is full of disobedience - like an old and shriveled giant baboon.

The skin of the old man is used for the external wrapping, so as to obtain the concept of "skin of decay". But under this withered skin, there are fresh internal organs - there are seven hearts alone, and four livers with runes engraved on them. There is only one set of spleen and lungs, and only the lungs are the original part of this body.

The rest of the internal organs, muscles and muscles were all hollowed out.

Under the empty skin, there are only bones carved with reinforcement runes. Because human bones were not enough to support his idea, Nicholas II also killed several baboons to obtain thicker bones.

The heart under the skin does not pump blood, they are not even connected to blood vessels, but connected to each other... The largest heart is taken from a young man who is 1.9 meters tall, while the smallest heart is from A baby under one year old.

These hearts are connected by bone fragments, forming a huge and weird engine in the chest cavity.

It looks like a cylinder.

Nicholas II took out a clean white handkerchief and casually wiped the blood from his fingertips.

Afterwards, he took out an opaque syringe made of pure copper—and extracted a portion of the Philosopher's Stone from the tank storing Philip's head, and injected it into the huge and deformed "heart engine".

Afterwards, the heart gradually began to pump unprovoked.

The nerve specimen he rubbed before was etched on a blood butterfly by him. He placed the blood butterfly on the head, and fixed the blood butterfly in place with a flat helmet that resembled a pot lid.

In this way, it can only penetrate into this specific skin and blend into the blood of this body.

Under the gaze of Nicholas II, the weird creation that looked like a giant headless baboon began to expand gradually as if inflated——

According to the pre-carved runes and the planned general shape of Nicholas II... under the catalysis of the Philosopher's Stone, flesh and nerves were quickly "created".

——It was a black giant nearly three meters tall.

Only the arm is thicker than the whole body of Nicholas II, and only one finger is thicker than the arm of Nicholas II.

The muscles gradually swell to an amazing degree, which is reminiscent of the Hulk. The outside of the chest cavity is not bones, but grid-shaped black metal plates, and a layer of pure black protective layer that looks like a carapace and seems to have a metallic texture has gradually formed on the outside of the skin.

Even sitting still without a head and hands on the ground, it is full of power.

Full of imperial deterrence.

Nicholas II took a deep breath, with a look of relief on his face.

But at this moment, a voice sounded from behind him.

"This is you... massacring a village,

Want to create something too? "

Hearing this voice, Nicholas II raised his eyebrows.

He turned around, straightened up and silently looked at An Nan who was coming from a distance.

"What should I call you?"

He asked calmly: "Grand Duke Winter? His Majesty Annan? The new Tianche?"

"Call it what you want."

Annan let out a breath and whispered softly.

When Annan took a deep breath, the breath from his nose and mouth immediately turned into a white mist, wrapping around Annan.

The air around him even dropped by more than ten degrees.

With every step Annan took, he would leave a very clear footprint composed of frost marks. As for Nicholas II, just hearing his voice, he vaguely felt a chill from his heart... as if he was standing in the cold wind wearing wet single clothes.

Those blood butterflies wrapped around Annan, but they didn't dare to get close.

Like a moth attracted by light, it will eventually burn out in the candle flame.

——On Annan's exposed left shoulder, there is a brand mark similar to the bite mark of a blood butterfly, just like the "infinity" logo, which is emitting extremely dazzling brilliance.

Just like the brilliance in Annan's pupils.

It is colorless and infinite light.

Just looking directly at that light is enough to melt a mortal mind. As long as those blood butterflies get close to the "infinite light" in Annan's pupils or on his shoulders, they will gradually become transparent and melt like a bubble phantom.

"Shouldn't what you're after be artificial human technology?"

Annan questioned: "Without relying on any parent, the creation of human beings is carried out out of thin air. Strong, beautiful, healthy, intelligent..."

"—a more perfect form of humanity."

Nicholas II interrupted Annan's words: "There is no deceit, no betrayal, and no misunderstanding. It is a new species born from the eradication of all human disadvantages.

"It is [those who are more worthy of being human than humans]. I named them 'transcendents', and they themselves prefer to call themselves 'awakened ones'."

He talked endlessly about the past.

Annan paused.

He asked, "Have you found your past?"

"my past?"

Nicholas II suddenly sneered: "Is that really 'my' past?

"I—do I really have a so-called past?"

Hearing this, Annan reacted.

Nicholas II...

In other words, the thought body named "Nicholas II" probably already knew his true identity.

"Humanity--"

The illusory thing named "Nicholas II" spat out words of hatred.

A deep voice sounded, accompanied by the same degree of despair as hatred: "Humans have lived in hypocrisy since ancient times.

"Deceiving others, deceiving myself. The so-called 'wish' is just a nice word. In the end, when I really gave up everything and moved towards my ideal... I turned around unintentionally, but found that everyone hadn't moved.

"Everyone stood there, looking at me silently.

"No one supports me. No one worships me. The motto of 'sublimating everything to a more perfect state' passed down from the Jade Tower to this day, the motto that cost me my whole life... In the end, not even the tower master Take it seriously.

"Just take it as a joke, as a slogan. It's only me who takes it seriously."

Looking at the brilliance in Annan's pupils, the dark emotions that surged in the heart of "Nicholas II" became uncontrollably agitated. Originally, he would not tell anyone again, but the words of extreme disappointment were also blurted out under the guidance of that light.

Like a moth to a flame.

Like a shadow that becomes clearer after a candle is lit——