One Thousand Five Hundred and Ninety-Seven Creations of God

A group of soldiers wearing power armors, pushing a specially modified hospital bed, hurried through the corridor.

The technicians in white coats stopped one after another, looking at the hospital bed they were pushing, and a terrifying figure was twisting and twisting.

It was a sweeper soldier, this time the opponent's hands and legs were all there, but the two attackable energy cannons on the shoulders were cut off.

I don't know if it was because of the severe pain, or because of other reasons, the sweeper kept twisting his body, but his arms and legs were fixed by the restraint locks, and he couldn't break free at all.

The ugly cry echoed in the corridor, making everyone who heard it feel a little uncomfortable. They raised their brows and looked at the sent sample with unfriendly eyes.

A man dressed as a doctor wears an isolation gown and thick gloves over his palms. He stared at the various x-ray photos hanging on the light wall, analyzing the body structure of the sweeper.

It was the first time that the Alan Hill Empire obtained so many live sweeper samples at the same time. The opponent's scattered landing spaceships were immediately surrounded and suppressed by the ground defenders of the Alan Hill Empire.

Because the Alan Hill Empire had an absolute advantage, many of these sweepers were captured alive, and then sent to the biological laboratory that had been prepared long ago.

This time, the Alan Hill Empire was very well prepared, and even set up professional facilities such as sterile laboratories for the analysis and anatomy caretakers.

After fixing the struggling living specimen on the operating table, several grenadiers in thick power armor retreated to the corner.

Neatly dressed anatomy experts gathered around with a group of hands, and began to check the internal and external organs of the sweeper one by one by looking at the X-ray photos and some partially clear photos.

An assistant looked at the sharp-toothed mouth of the sweeper, and introduced: "These are sweepers captured from the front line. Their mouths are so powerful that they can eat anything... and they can find all kinds of underground facilities." , how to find it is still a mystery.”

In order to be able to eat man-made objects such as metal, the face of the sweeper is more like an insect. They look disgusting and ugly. Apart from being able to use language, they cannot even be reminiscent of intelligent life.

"What an ugly creature." Another assistant commented pertinently while preparing the tools for dissection.

The Sweeper, who had been twisting and struggling, suddenly spoke up. He argued in a sharp voice: "When God created us, every part was useful! Low creatures! Watch your words! Now you are blaspheming , will pay for it in the future.”

"God? As an old Elanhill man, the gods created you on the day you set foot on Higgs 5 five years ago, and you have already made this god the enemy of the Ellanhill Empire." The leader dissected The expert touched the slightly tough skin of the sweeper with his hands, feeling the hardness of the opponent's outer skin.

Then, while he was talking, he selected a laser-cut surgical device from the instruments hanging above his head: "Whoever becomes the enemy of Alan Hill, we kill people, we kill ghosts, and we kill ghosts. God, we slaughter God!"

Aiming the laser scalpel connected with brackets and wires at the selected site, he looked at his assistant again: "Get ready for the video,

The angle is adjusted! This is the first anatomical reference... the time is 8:15 Alanciris Standard Time! "

The sweeper tried to twist his body, but found that he was more firmly fixed. He couldn't move where the scalpel was aimed, not at all.

So he could only shout excitedly, stimulating everyone around him with a sharp and unpleasant voice: "This is the fundamental reason why you are destined to be extinct! Any civilization will have such stupid ideas in the process of development!"

His voice echoed in the operating room, full of resentment and hatred: "The essence of your development is to endlessly plunder the resources of this world! Your ignorant development is breaking the balance of this world!"

The chief anatomist, who was waiting for the assistant to adjust the angle of the camera lens, glanced at the sweeper through the glass on his face, and praised the channel in a relaxed tone: "Interesting statement, it seems that every bite of food we eat is a sin."

"That's the truth." The sweeper emphasized fiercely.

"Well, you convinced me." The expert actually nodded along with the sweeper's words.

This reaction made the sweeper unexpected, so he subconsciously uttered a puzzled syllable: "Huh?"

Hearing this voice, the anatomy expert went on to say: "I think what you said makes sense. So, I really want to know, what is in your head that understands such a profound truth."

In fact, he was really curious why the sweeper, who looked like a barbaric creature, would learn to use the divine language of the Alan Hill Empire so quickly.

He really wanted to see what the opponent's brain structure looked like. He's not interested in gods, he's interested in the grooves and textures of his brain!

"What are you going to do?" The sweeper panicked. Although he is not afraid of death or other things, he still does not want others to do strange things to his body while he is alive.

The chief anatomy expert replied excitedly: "What to do? Assistant, let's start with the slice...Since their structure is so complicated, let's slice and analyze from their stomach!"

Trying again to break free, the Sweeper agitated again. He yelled loudly, cursing desperately: "Bastard! Maggot! Blasphemous scum! I swear I will kill you!"

The anatomy expert deliberately told his assistant: "Well, local anesthesia, I like his talking. The long dissection work needs some voices to soothe the emotions. Listening to his yells is very refreshing."

The sweeper can no longer feel his chest and abdomen, and he knows that the other party's anesthetic has worked on his body.

So he kept cursing and shouting: "You are a devil! I will twist your head off! Twist it off and eat it!"

Seemingly inspired by some kind of inspiration, the anatomy expert was stunned for a moment, and then immediately ordered to his assistant: "Huh? It's not a bad idea to eat! Remember to remind me later to feed some slices to various animals to experiment with their cells. Is it invasive."

Not only does he want to dissect these unknown creatures, understand their weaknesses, and analyze their structures, he also wants to use these sweepers to do research, find their sources, and explore all their secrets!

Of course, he had to deal with these poor sweeper prisoners as cruelly as possible, using the most terrifying and cruel methods to kill them! This is his personal, or their entire research department's revenge against the guards!

They want to avenge the soldiers who died on the Higgs 5, they want to avenge their motherland, and kill these enemies who tried to destroy the Irish Empire in the most inhumane way!

When the assistant heard what his boss said, he immediately understood, and with a cruel smile on his face, he replied, "Understood!"

The temperature of the laser scalpel increased, and a flash of light shone on the outer skin of the sweeper. Then a burnt smell permeated, and a neat cut was enlarged little by little.

The sweeper didn't scream because he couldn't feel the pain. But he could clearly feel that something was wriggling in his chest.

Until a long gap was cut in his body, the mechanical arm tore open the wound under the control of the assistant, exposing various organs inside the sweeper.

Completely different from human organs, the sequence of the Sweeper's organs is self-contained. They have no differences between males and females, and each possesses egg-laying internal organs, located in their abdomens.

However, above this organ, they also have a stomach for food. This stomach takes up the vast majority of the internal space of the body, which is why the Sweeper can eat so well.

Using a scalpel to open the thick stomach sac, the anatomy expert seemed to see a new continent: "It's so exquisite! Their stomachs are designed like this! This is obviously not a structure that evolution can evolve..."

"This...let's call it a living thing. The stomach structure of this kind of living thing is actually made of magic, and it's a very delicate decomposition magic." Seeing the complex magic circle in the stomach, the anatomy expert exclaimed.

In fact, the expert group within the empire also speculated before, thinking that the weird magical creature like the guardian should be a complex magical creation.

They are not a naturally evolved species like the demons, but a mixture created through many human interventions.

Only in this way can it be explained why the Guardian organization has such an obvious urge to destroy civilization, and why they have a digestive system specially prepared to destroy the remains of civilization.

This time, this hypothesis was confirmed! The Guardians are indeed a race that has been transformed by human intervention. They are indeed, as they said, aiming at targeting and destroying the existence of civilization!

While dissecting, the anatomy expert said: "In comparison, the demons are magical creatures, and it is more like a machine, a magic machine! No matter what they swallow, it will be decomposed into the most primitive parts by the magic structure here. energy matter."

He cut open the opponent's stomach with a scalpel, and then used a magic analysis device to analyze and record the complex magic circle structure of the sweeper's stomach.

Then, he pointed at the egg-laying ovary of the opponent, and introduced to his assistants: "And they can use this energy to maintain their own actions, and they can also accumulate this energy to split themselves."

"Look here, this design is very exquisite. Their mobility is very good, close to the level of our mechs. Their muscle structure is very special and has obviously been improved." On the other side, an assistant broke through the cleaning The skin of the victim's legs exposed the musculature inside.

"Like dragons, it is indeed a more sophisticated system, but such muscle tissue will consume more energy when it is active... We have also experimented, in the genetic modification project..." Another assistant is obviously very knowledgeable , He has participated in many genetic experiment projects.

The leading anatomy expert nodded, and said: "It seems that someone has indeed made these things. This is a very advanced civilization, that is to say, the gods they talk about do exist."

"Is there any shielding interference here?" Having said that, he looked around and asked.

An assistant nodded and replied: "Yes, this place is covered by full-band interference, and the walls are made of shielding materials!"

Then, he opened his mouth and added: "It's still thick..."

"Well, I'm relieved. I'm really a little worried. Their eyes have some kind of detection device that can transmit back what they see." The anatomy expert said with a sigh of relief.

An assistant also realized something, and subconsciously asked, "You mean."

"Rather than living beings, they are more like a kind of robot. And each structure of the manufactured robot has a special purpose." The leading anatomy expert explained.

"It's really a killing machine specially made to destroy civilization!" Beside him, the assistant who was dealing with another open wound said with emotion.

"Ha! It's a pity that we are Alan Hill!" The leading anatomy expert sneered.

"Yeah, it's a pity that we are Alan Hill! We will not fail! We will only go from one victory to another!" The assistant around him also agreed.

"Arrogant...God...is the only...ruler of this world..." The sweeper, who was already extremely weak, said with difficulty at this time.

"If you want to say that, I actually agree." The leading anatomy expert squeezed an organ that didn't know whether it was a respiratory organ or a heart organ.

After hearing the other party's hysterical howl of pain, he let go of his hand and continued: "Because, His Majesty the Emperor of the Alan Hill Empire is the only god in this world! As for the others, they are just false gods. "

Glancing at the monitoring values ​​of various vital signs on the instrument, an assistant reminded: "His vital signs are disappearing, do we need to increase the maintenance medicine?"

"No need... We still have many such research specimens, there is no need to waste time on one... When he is completely dead, we will make a specimen. This wound should be left clearly to observe his epidermis Number and structure!" The leading expert ordered.

"Yes! Teacher!" An assistant nodded and recorded the expert's request.

"Okay! Next, let's hurry up...to find out what the functions of their various internal organs are, and how they work together!" With his head buried, the expert concentrated and started a new round of work.

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No, this double opening is really a destructive way to play. Long Ling will write this book first tomorrow, and then make a new book after finishing it, otherwise he will not be able to write this book at all. It was supposed to be updated today, but the time is too late. Tomorrow, Longling promises to make up the update, and write this book first, for sure!