Nine Hundred and Seventy Five We Failed Again

Whether in the world of gods or mortals, whether in the world of science and technology, or in the world of fantasy and fantasy... Playing with the human soul is a dangerous thing.

If one can transfer a human soul into a specific container without any problems, that would definitely be a great feat of mechanical ascension.

In fact, the Alan Hill Empire doesn't have this ability yet, maybe in the future, but now...they really don't have this kind of technology that can be described as terrifying.

Reluctantly trying to figure it out, this is the situation in front of me. After less than 10 minutes of stabilization, the newly created "mortal version" of the god puppet 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 other person's body extremely unstable.

The unstable state 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 action.

This is definitely an uncomfortable moment. The daughter he misses so much is right in front of him, but he can't even reach out his palm to touch her cheek.

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

What he wanted to ask before was, "What are you going to do with my soul poured into this body?" Now what he wanted to ask was, "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 one after another, which made people feel a little irritated.

It seemed that something really went wrong. There was an error that these technicians could not control. Several staff members in white coats rushed out.

These workers surrounded the man who had become a puppet, connecting wires one after another to his body.

Those magical runes that were originally very beautiful have now become brighter and more manic. The originally soft lines began to deform due to the restlessness of the magical energy.

"Over there! Over there! Push that device out! Quickly, connect him...I want to confirm the state of the magical energy on his body." Seeing that the puppet that had fallen to the ground and began to struggle painfully was already dying, Some technicians are already trying to fix the golem.

"Damn! 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 was boiling at this moment.

In such an unstable state, the puppet has almost been declared to death. If the miracle didn't happen, the puppet would be completely scrapped soon.

"Core? Is the core unstable? Damn it! Hurry up! Stabilize the core! This is the most important thing!" A staff member anxiously surrounded the dying puppet, and handed a special wrench to the person in need in the front row .

A female technician suddenly thought of something and asked, "Did you feel too excited after seeing your daughter?"

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

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

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

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

"He is your father! Your father who has been transformed!" The officer knew it was inhumane to do so, but he still didn't mean to keep his mouth shut.

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

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

In an instant, her tears fell, dripped on the glass, and slid down the glass.

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

In the end, with great despair, she cried out, "Dad! No! Dad!"

Things have obviously escaped everyone's control, and the puppet lying on the ground is gradually losing consciousness.

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

Those originally precise parts, as well as things like computer chips, were all turned into pieces in this storm, and there were short-circuit sparks everywhere, and flying arcs everywhere.

"We failed..." Looking at the body of the puppet that was almost completely scrapped in front of him, the leading technician finally threw away the wrench in his hand in despair, sat down beside the puppet, and sighed.

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

How disappointed would His Majesty be if he knew that this experiment had a problem again? What should Mr. Gurlo, who is waiting for this experiment to extend his life, do?

This series of questions made the technical director sitting here a little dazed. He didn't even pay attention to the puppet beside him who had started to smoke.

Soon, more cracks appeared on the magic spar on the puppet's head. These cracks gathered together and spread like a spider's web.

In the next second, the entire vision of the girl guarding outside the glass window was blocked by the falling isolation device. She could no longer see the puppet, nor could she hear the voices within.

Inside the isolation device, the head of the puppet that fell on the ground shook slightly, and fragments fell from his head to the ground one by one.

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

"I'm in pain..." A vague and hoarse voice came from the gaps in the machine, as eerie and terrifying as a ghost seeking his life.

Because the mechanical parts themselves have been damaged, the tone and sentences of the voice have long been inaudible. It was just a simple byte, with endless pain and resentment.

"I...want...to die..." Although the technicians around were desperately using some equipment to try to save this poor puppet, or to save this poor man.

But these efforts were doomed to be in vain, because soon the puppet's head was completely shattered, turning into a pale crystal with exhausted energy, which fell to the ground and shattered instantly.

But under the shattered head, the generator was still sending out bytes one by one in a strange and terrifying way, as if complaining to everyone present: "I'm... hurts... hurts!"

After a few more seconds, this eerie voice also began to become indistinct. The melting and collapsing chest cavity finally cooled down gradually from the 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 participating in the experiment will completely perish.

Yes, he was definitely dead in every sense of the word: his original body was already mangled, spread out like a steak on a lab bench.

And the new container containing his soul has now been completely destroyed. Only the twisted and deformed parts on the ground and the still warm shell remained.

Outside the glass window, the girl was already sobbing. She desperately beat the thick glass that bullets might not be able to penetrate, calling out to her father like a cuckoo crying blood.

Unfortunately, it is doomed that no one will answer her cry, and she can only vent her despair here.

"The experiment failed...as you wished." The male officer behind him did not intend to comfort her, and said, "However, according to the conditions we promised your father, you can get a new life..."

"I can find you a place to settle, and you will get a new identity. As long as you don't break the law, no one will make things difficult for you." Seeing that the girl was still calling the word "father" over and over again, the male officer continued. .

"I don't want those things! I just want my father! As long as he can come back!" The girl finally sat down on the ground, crying without any aristocratic appearance.

"Actually, if your father hadn't participated in this experiment, he would have been hanged on the execution ground as well today...so..." The officer didn't comfort the woman, so he could only persuade the straight man of steel. What he said was the truth, but to other people's ears, it was actually very embarrassing.

"..." Sure enough, the girl was finally overwhelmed and fainted. The officer sighed, shook his head, walked over and picked him up, and returned to the room where the girl was held along the same path.

For him, the mission is over.

...

A door was pushed open from the outside, and William walked to Frundsberg's bedside with a stack of data files with an ugly face.

He put down those books and papers, and muttered the results of the experiment in the deepest voice: "Teacher, unfortunately, the latest experiment... we failed again."——

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