Main Text Volume Chapter 1385 Cyborg

The sobbing sound turned into a terrifying roar in the darkness.

As Natasha ran all the way, she attracted more screams. Countless bloody and terrifying eyes were all focused on her.

"That guy really knows about the node. He must go back and report to the queen. He can't be scrapped here." Natasha thought to herself, but her steps were faster.

However, Natasha had lost the source of magic power and could only run on her feet. In the dark black forest, even a dry branch could interrupt her escape rhythm.

Just under a dark hill, Natasha was not careful for a moment and bumped into a skeleton wearing armor under her feet.

I don't know what this armor is made of, it's very hard. Natasha's balance during high-speed running was broken by this sudden accident.

After a muffled groan, Natasha knelt on the ground.

Looking down, Natasha saw that her right ankle had begun to make a crackling sound, and a flash of light and electricity sparks burst out. Natasha only heard a few "clicks" and could no longer feel her right foot.

"Damn it, it actually broke down at this time, and it was clearly repaired before the mission!" Natasha's eyes flashed fiercely.

A piercing scream came from behind.

Natasha looked back and saw a terrifying face of a ghost with blue veins around his eyes, pale eyes, and green face and fangs, less than 10 centimeters away from her nose!

Natasha's heart trembled, she did not try to attack, because without the attribute of restraining the undead, any attack would be useless.

She kicked the dead tree next to her with her left foot that could still move.

As the branches of the dead tree swayed and the dead branches fell, Natasha took advantage of the recoil force to roll over and came to the other side. However, she obviously used too much force this time, and her right foot was scrapped, so she didn't step on the brake in time, and she rolled over again after one.

If it was just two rolls, it would be fine, but God seemed to be against her. The direction of her rolling happened to be an extremely steep slope. Normally, she would have to lean forward to maintain her center of gravity when standing on it. At this time, Natasha, who couldn't control herself, rolled down directly.

During the rolling process, Natasha remained calm. She could see the dust flying on her face, and she could hear the crackling sound of crushing dead branches during the rolling process. At the same time, she could also feel the gears on her right half of the body falling off and the hissing sound of mechanical scrapping.

Because of the scrapping of the right foot, did the whole right half of the body suffer?

While Natasha was still thinking, the rolling finally stopped. She held on, stretched out her bloody left hand, and sat up.

At this time, an electric snake suddenly fell from the rolling black clouds in the sky.

At the moment when the white light flashed, Natasha's current appearance could be seen clearly, which was extremely miserable. The long skirt was torn and the skin on the right half of her body was all broken, revealing the mechanical gears, steel bars, and various brakes inside.

Now, the mechanical fire on the right half of her body was flickering, and white smoke was overflowing.

Obviously, her right half of her body was almost scrapped.

And her left half of her body was also miserable. Unlike the mechanical body on the right half of her body, her left half of her body was flesh and blood. At this time, the left half of her body was full of scars, and several of the wounds could already see the bones.

Her long golden curly hair was also stained red with blood, and she looked very embarrassed.

Natasha took a long breath and looked around. This was a flat land with no trees within a radius of 20 meters.

"I have deviated from the route. Can I still go back?" Natasha's eyes flashed with distraction.

A shrill cry came from behind, Natasha turned her head, and a large number of glowing figures were reflected in her bloodshot brown eyes.

At some point, hundreds of undead appeared behind her, and they kept gathering. Even though they hadn't attacked her yet, the evil, crazy, wanton, and resentful auras were already affecting her already stretched rationality.

"This place is far from that guy's activity area, but there are so many undead. Sure enough, was it controlled in advance?" A dark light flashed in Natasha's eyes. She knew that she would probably be scrapped here.

Because even if she ran back to the node, according to the cunningness of that guy, he would definitely set up an ambush near the node.

In any case, she couldn't go back.

Unless... unless someone could come to save her.

But Natasha shook her head secretly when she thought of this possibility. She was just a half-machine, or a mechanical puppet. How could anyone come to save her on purpose... Moreover, everyone in the Black Castle had their own business now, and no one would come to save her.

Natasha couldn't help but smile bitterly. Looking at the undead approaching her, she knew that she was not far from being scrapped.

Maybe when the Dusk King cleans up these undead, someone will find my remains?

Some of the metal that makes up my body is still precious, and it may be refined into a mechanical puppet, but the consciousness awakened from this mechanical puppet at that time may not be myself.

"Sister Natasha will come back, I saw it, you will come back."

This voice suddenly echoed in my mind. Natasha remembered the texture of every syllable of this voice. Although it was very immature, it was very firm.

"Huahua, it seems that you are wrong this time... I may not be able to go back." Natasha looked at the face of the undead close at hand, closed her eyes quietly, and waited for the moment of the end...

Natasha closed her eyes for a long time, but she found that she seemed to have no feeling.

Death, is there no pain? It seems that what is recorded in the book is not right. Death is actually very peaceful and calm, and there are even men whispering in her ears.

Men? Whispering? A question mark suddenly flashed through Natasha's mind. How is it possible? Even if she became a soul, there would be no man here? !

She suddenly opened her eyes, and what appeared in front of her was not the terrifying and hideous face of the undead, but a vague tall figure.

The white light of lightning outlined the outline of this figure.

Solid, tough, handsome, full of... security.

Natasha stared blankly at the man in front of her, a man. A trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes. Why would a man appear here? Hasn't the man's soul been cleaned up?

No! This man is not a soul. He has the blood of a living person, and the blood is very strong!

Natasha seemed to have reacted. She turned her head and looked around. The undead that had surrounded her before had all disappeared.

Was she saved? Was she saved by this man who came from nowhere?

"Tsk, there are still too few undead to condense a white light bullet." A clear and pleasant voice came into Natasha's ears.

There are still too few undead? White light bullet? What is this?

Although she vaguely saw white light entering something in the man's hand; but she did not connect the two together at this time.

Natasha hesitated for a moment and said: "Who are you, why are you here..."

When she was halfway through, Natasha suddenly realized something: "You are an outsider, and you actually broke into the Black Castle?!"

Angel frowned. He just saved this "person", and it would be fine if he didn't thank him, but he was questioned instead.

At this time, Sanders also walked over from behind, and a low voice came over: "Is she from the Black Castle, um, or a mechanical puppet?"

"It's a modified cyborg, and most of its organs have been replaced, but the soul should still be original." Angel replied, "As for whether it is from the Black Castle, judging from her tone, it should be correct."

After answering Sanders' words, Angel looked at the very miserable cyborg: "We are not trespassing, but walking in openly. I thought that as soon as I stepped into the Black Castle, I would be discovered by you, so that I could negotiate at that time, but I didn't expect that not only no one would contact us, but also wait for us to rescue you."

Natasha was silent for a moment, and did not bother with Angel's sophistry, but asked back: "Who are you? What are you doing in the Black Castle at this time?"

Angel heard the warning in Natasha's tone: "We are not interested in any changes in the Black Castle. We came here just to find someone."

"Find someone?"

Angel: "Yes, I wonder if Lady Greya is in the Black Castle?"

Greya? Natasha raised her head in confusion, "What do you want to see her for?"

Angel was about to answer, but Sanders came over at this time: "I don't want to waste time, take us to see Greya, or, I will get the information directly from your mind."

Sanders' tone was very cold and natural, but the words he said made Natasha shudder.

She raised her head and looked at Sanders. Coincidentally, when she raised her head, a flash of lightning flashed, and a flash of whiteness allowed her to see Sanders' true face clearly.

Her pupils shrank suddenly.

"You...you are the Master of Illusion Sanders?" After Natasha finished speaking, she saw Sanders raised his eyebrows, and she realized that she was calling him by his name, and hurriedly said: "Sir Illusion, I didn't know it was you who came."

"Stop talking nonsense." Sanders' tone was cold and impatient.

Natasha's thoughts turned, Sanders came to the Black Castle, not to mention going to see Greya, even the queen would come to see him in person. Thinking of this, she nodded immediately: "Okay, I will take you to see Lady Greya now."

Natasha turned around and walked away, but just after taking a step, her body turned sideways and fell to the ground.

She obviously forgot that most of her parts were scrapped.

"I can't seem to move." Natasha said in a low voice with a trace of embarrassment on her face: "How about I tell you the node location and you go there by yourself?"

Angel wanted to go there by himself, but since he had already met them, and they were from the Black Castle, it would be bad not to take them there.

He squatted down, checked the scrapped parts of Natasha, and whispered: "It is not realistic to want to repair them perfectly in a short time. However, it won't take too much effort to restore your mobility."