In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 75 Prosthetics, living creatures

"Crazy?"

Lane chewed on Bradley's words.

Howard walked to a wall, and he drew a rune in the air.

Then, the especially thick and addictive alchemy matrix was unlocked, like a coffin that had been dusty for a long time, and it was finally time to see the light of day again.

Bradley looked at Ryan with dark green eyes.

"Listen to what I say next."

"What we are going to show you next is a piece of equipment between weapons and armor."

"It has a special origin, it was not created by the Holy Church."

"It's the equipment obtained by stripping dead bodies from the altars of ancient ruins when the R&D Department conducts scientific research."

Ryan frowned suddenly.

How does this description look so similar to a funerary object?
"You should have an impression of that ancient ruin."

Bradley stared at Ryan, then continued.

Suddenly, Ryan reacted.

He frowned, and his eyes suddenly flickered.

He remembered an article he had looked at in the library of the sanctuary, an archival record written by Ramon Cappadocia on "Prophets, Apostles, New Apostles."

Undersea ruins, mysterious stone slabs.

Creatures created with the blueprint of nightmares and interbreeding with humans.

An ancient civilization with a thick, weird and bloody color.

"That's right, it's the ruin you thought of."

The werewolf seemed to know what Ryan was thinking, he nodded, his expression became serious:
"The corpse on the altar has completely decomposed, and when we approached, it turned into ashes. Therefore, we only know that the owner of the equipment has a human form."

"Before the ruins were swallowed by the sea, there happened to be some content recorded on the stone tablets, although most of them are untestable."

"But I can tell you very clearly that He died in battle after a great battle, and was then carried to the altar by civilians."

"His body was shattered, only that piece of equipment survived."

The werewolf professor's voice fell.

"Kakkaka!"

Suddenly, from the direction of Minister Howard, there was a strange sound of metal biting metal.

Following Bradley's gaze, Ryan looked sideways.

He saw Howard walking towards him holding a slender metal box about eighty or ninety centimeters long in his bloated hand.

The sound of metal snapping came from inside the metal box.

"This equipment is also parasitized by curses like the evil dragon's resentment?"

Ryan thought of the previous dragon blood armor.

However, when Howard approached slowly with the metal box in his hand, his jerky electronic voice said: "No"

"It's not dead at all."

Ryan was stunned.

"Rather than saying that it is a weapon, it is better to say that it is a [prosthetic limb] created by the sages of ancient civilizations with their wisdom and talents."

"In other words, it can [drive] it with the mind, and follow the [prosthetic limb] of the main body."

Minister Howard said.

In the next second, his fingers drew a ripple-like pattern on the surface of the metal box, and finally he swung it like a sharp knife.

Immediately.

"Chong!"

The metal box was unlocked, and the lid of the box turned into a smear of clear light, which gradually dissipated into the air.

Lane stared at the contents of the box.

Yes, that is the existence of "prosthetic limbs".

It is generally dark golden in color, and it is unknown what material it is made of, maybe it is metal, but when one looks at it, the sight can only be attracted and deprived like a magnet.

For example, the upper part of a human arm is moderate in thickness, and some ancient and mysterious runes are engraved on the outer surface.

Runes do not belong to the origin of any modern writing, let alone the symbolic language of the age of the gods. It is ancient beyond time and beyond the source of the so-called "human civilization".

Beyond "History"!
Ryan looked down solemnly along the "arm".

The wrist and fist part of the arm does not have the concept of palm or fingers, but a clenched fist, with a dark golden dagger in the center of the fist.

There are blood grooves on the blade.

The short knife is simple and simple, without any decorative lines at all.

However, at this moment, it was this blade that replaced the palm that attracted the attention of all three present.

The blade is full of cracks.

The dark golden blade, like brittle glass, unexpectedly shattered.

Moreover, the fragments seem to have their own thoughts, they are rubbing against each other, intending to stay away from each other, but inside the blade, something seems to be sticking to these fragments, so that they will not scatter.

But it is also for this reason.

There was a weird noise from the knife.

"Professor, you said, someone was crazy before, what's the situation?"

Lane looked away from the eye-catching prosthetic and asked Bradley beside him.

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"Oh."

The werewolf professor suddenly came back to his senses, and he frowned.

Unexpectedly, with the passage of time, the eye-catching magic of this strange thing not only faded, but accumulated more and more.

"Before you, there were also pioneer demon hunters who entered the treasury and picked their equipment."

"Similarly, very few of them are picky and don't like the alchemy equipment outside."

"So, I want to try this stuff."

The professor explained.

Ryan asked with some doubts: "This thing is a prosthetic limb. Is it possible that if you want to use it, you have to cut off your own."

Lane looked at it and confirmed it was a right arm.

"Right hand?"

"Uh, that's not the case." The professor shook his head and said, "Although there are some demon hunters who have suffered broken arms to try it."

"However, this thing can be deformed, it can be turned into a hollow gauntlet, wrapping the entire right arm of a person."

Hearing this explanation, Ryan nodded.

Bradley's eyes passed through the monocle and unconsciously flew to the prosthesis. He cleared his mind before continuing:

"However, without exception, those who have tried to touch this arm have fallen into madness."

"People with mild symptoms recover from the mist after ten days of cultivation, and they wake up with lingering fears."

"The severely ill person, that is, the operator with a broken arm, has been in a deep sleep for more than a year. After waking up, he reported that he had experienced a crazy nightmare."

Bradley said in a deep voice: "Their common testimony is that this pair of prosthetics is alive."

"It's alive."

"It can change its shape, and it can also be tsk, similar to choosing a host."

"Simply put, those who are not qualified cannot conquer it."

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Is it to equip the prosthetic with an AI assistant?

Just like all the alchemy equipment here, it needs a tough spirit to drive it.

However, maybe this thing has a little more "krypton life" attribute.

Ryan nodded slowly.

"Want to try?"

Minister Howard, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. He slowed down and continued, "To be honest, I don't want you to try it now."

Howard's electronic voice is slightly worried.

He said: "Before I took it out, I didn't expect it to go through these days. Not only did it not remain silent, but it became more and more active."

"If we say that the state of this prosthetic limb before, it can only be regarded as acting on instinct, but now."

Howard raised his head slowly.

Bradley frowned.

"It has widened its eyes and is staring at the three of us, looking for a host."

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Suddenly, Ryan pursed his lips.

He stepped forward, staring at the living blade fragments.

After a moment, he held out his hand.

"Crack!!"

Prosthetics are starting to change soon!
Its pale golden arms were like smelted metal, and the joint between the big arms and the shoulders began to collapse towards the center.

Soon, the hollow gauntlet appeared in front of Ryan.

"Alive?"

Under the nervous eyes of the two ministers, he suddenly put the gauntlet into his right hand.

Lane opened his eyes.

Begin to feel the so-called living spirit.

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Ryan tilted his head.

"Ok?"

Bradley and Howard were a little nervous, and the former quickly asked, "What's the matter, how do you feel?"

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Ryan looked weird.

He frowned, and babbled a little inexplicably.

Then, with a tentative intention, he asked:
"An operator said before"

"Is this alive, like a dog?"

　Slowly falling maple leaves are like longing~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)