Chapter 1041: Prosthetics Composed of Nanorobots

After listening to Vitiya's words, the director's expression did not show any ripples.

This was already in his imagination.

Weapons or props with powerful power are definitely not something that an ordinary life can control.

If you want to borrow that kind of cross-level power, you must pay the corresponding price.

If the price is just to pay your own life, the director thinks it is still quite worthwhile.

So he looked at the man who lost his arms.

"You also heard the ending, so what do you mean?"

As soon as the voice fell, the man looked at this side with bloodshot eyes, and gritted his teeth and said: "If I can avenge my broken arm, I am willing to give my soul!"

Hearing this, the director stood up immediately.

He gave the man an affirmative look, and then said in a praising tone: "Very good!"

After that, he waved his hand.

Vitiya nodded on the side, and then a rapier with a green light appeared in her hand.

At the same time, she whispered, "This is the sacred object that my mother gave to my clan."

She did not explain its effects and functions in detail, but just handed over the rapier.

But a new problem came again.

The man had no hands.

Fortunately, the director had already considered this.

He turned his head and whispered to the camera, "Come in."

A moment later, two staff members in white coats walked in from outside.

Behind them, there was a small transport trailer driven by an intelligent program.

A metallic cube was placed on the trailer.

The two staff members nodded gently to the director and said, "Ms. Liu Ni, you can start at any time."

The director nodded gently and did not speak.

Then, the man without arms approached the metallic cube under the guidance of the two staff members.

The two staff members looked at each other, then each came to the side and put their hands on a handle.

The two took a deep breath, then lifted the handle gently upward.

The transmission sound of a pneumatic device sounded.

Then, the metal cube split apart from both sides.

A stream of cold white smoke gushed out from the cracks of the cube.

The white smoke had not yet dissipated.

A group of fluorescent light spots swarmed out.

Like mosquitoes, they attached themselves to the man's broken arm.

The bandage wrapped around the broken arm that had been bandaged quickly dissipated like melting snow.

The light spots gathered together and gradually formed the outline of the arm.

The two staff members looked at each other again, and then one of them said, "The next process will be painful, you need to be patient."

Hearing this, the man nodded gently.

A few seconds later, the blue veins on his face suddenly bulged, and his facial expression looked extremely hideous.

Blood gushed out of his broken arm.

Those light spots actually drilled into his blood vessels.

But even so, he only groaned.

In the monitoring room, the warden came here at some point.

His cold eyes fell on the monitoring screen.

The doctor on the side was explaining the content of the picture.

"This is a newly developed nanorobot.

However, this technology still has some defects.

In my original expectation, the nanorobot would receive instructions through the biological nerve current.

But to implant the bioelectric signal chip into the nanorobot, microscopic quantum chip engraving technology is required.

However, I have not yet cracked this technology, and even if I have, with our current industrial system, there is no way to produce a quantum engraving machine in a short time."

Hearing this, the warden said expressionlessly: "Then how did you solve this problem?"

The doctor said calmly: "I expanded the space of each nanorobot and implanted a normal-sized chip into it.

Then shrink the space back to the nanometer level, so that they have the initial function of receiving bioelectric signals.

However, due to the workload, I only implanted chips in a few key nanorobots.

Therefore, they will serve as the main control of the entire system and provide action instructions to other nanorobots through serial nerves."

The warden nodded, but did not make any corresponding comments on this.

Because he could no longer understand what the doctor was saying.

However, through what the doctor said before, the warden still extracted some information from it.

"In other words, the reason why the host suffers is when the nerves are connected?"

The doctor nodded gently and said: "Yes, in this process, the host will feel pain similar to nerve spasms, and the pain level is several times higher than common spasms.

If the host's willpower is not strong enough, it is likely to have a shock reaction due to pain."

Fortunately, the man in the picture did not have a shock reaction.

The pain lasted for about three minutes and then disappeared.

His broken nerves have been connected to the nanorobot.

At this time, he looked at his arms that looked like newborns with excitement.

With these arms, he can pick up the rapier and take revenge on the high gods.

So he took the rapier in Vitia's hand without any hesitation.

With the rapier in hand, he swung it twice casually.

At this time, the director whispered: "Go, you have five minutes.

In five minutes, pour all your anger on the god who hurt you.

Because the other party's harm to you only lasted five minutes.

We should not take advantage of others, lest it be spread out that outsiders say that we humans are unreasonable."

Hearing the director's words, the man nodded heavily, and then rushed towards the bound god.

His eyes were red, and the rapier in his hand pierced straight into the other party's head.

But this was just the beginning.

He did not draw out the rapier, but held the hilt with both hands and stirred it quickly.

The god let out a shrill and painful wail.

At this moment, he could feel the divinity in his body being consumed rapidly.

The rapier stirring on his head was absorbing the divinity and energy in his body at a rapid speed.

The pain from the body and soul, even a god like him, could not resist.

The other 19 gods looked at the human being who was violently abusing his own kind with horrified eyes.

The madness on that person's face frightened them as gods.

In their eyes, ordinary humans were no different from ants.

Hurting an ant would not cause them to change their emotions in the slightest.

What they feared was not the holy rapier that could hurt their own kind.

But that there were really ants who dared to launch a trial against them.

And, they succeeded.