God Killer

Shamar didn't wait for Karina's reply, raised his brows and said: "Thank you for taking care of me during this time, now I can take care of myself completely, at least things like going to the toilet can be done by myself, I know you Now you are catching that guy Zheng Xian, I hope you can catch him as quickly as possible, this is better than anything else for me, this guy is the most hated enemy in my life."

Karina hesitated for a moment and said: "If you were in the past, you would definitely not say that. You wish I could stay by your side. You always said that my job cannot be replaced by anyone. The Global Religious Joint Handling Committee has left. I'm running as usual."

The corners of Shamar's eyes twitched slightly and he said: "Hatred can change a person, from the inside out, I am now a cripple, I have to sit in a wheelchair, I can't even be a man, what do you think I need?" To pester you and keep you by my side?"

Shamar's words gave the best explanation for Karina's doubts. Indeed, Shamar has become like this, and there is no reason for it to remain the same. After being hit like this, human nature will indeed give birth to huge shocks. change.

The doubts in Karina's heart were swept away, and finally she was no longer obsessed with the question of who is in front of her.

At this time, Karina got the sound of the watch, Karina picked it up and put it to her ear, and then said: "Everyone is here, we are going to hold a mobilization meeting, do you want to participate?"

Shamar smiled and said, "I have no dignity now, do you want me to appear in front of those guys like this?"

This is what Karina knows about Shamar's arrogance and conceit. Shamar really doesn't want any embarrassing things to happen to him.

"You can take a rest in the room by yourself, the food will be delivered later." After Karina finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the room.

Shamar moved the electric wheelchair with the only thumb he had on his body, and the electric wheelchair moved forward slowly until it reached the edge of the large French window. Outside was a brightly lit world. For Shamar, the outside world Full of novelty.

Shamar pushed his body forward with difficulty, moving forward inch by inch. At this time, Shamar didn't seem to be unable to move his body, but he hadn't learned how to move his body. He often wanted to move forward, but went Finally, I tried to stretch my neck but kept shaking my feet. It looked like I had Parkinson's syndrome.

Finally, Shamar's head was stuck on the window. At this time, Shamar's eyes were wide open, and those eyeballs almost fell out of the eye sockets. A pair of eyeballs kept turning beyond ordinary people's imagination. And it is the kind of rotation to the left and right, completely in different directions and different angles. This is no longer something that humans can do, and it exceeds the limit that the muscle structure of the eyeball can achieve.

At this moment, there were obscure voices coming from Shamar's mouth, which seemed to be speaking, but more like the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves. This voice was full of expectation and greed.

At this time, a person came in from the outside. This person wore glasses, a rather rare gray hair, a typical rather handsome oriental face, with Confucian demeanor on his face, and a white coat. He was obviously a doctor.

As if walking into his own room, the man picked up a goblet from the table, took out a brand new white tissue from his pocket, wiped it repeatedly and looked at the light, it was crystal clear to the point of flawlessness, and then Opened a new bottle of red wine, poured a glass, took a sip, and poured most of the glass of wine down his throat.

"Are you used to it?"

Shamar didn't look back, his eyes stopped rolling, and said: "Not yet, this body is much more difficult to handle than imagined, I just now can control the language center and invade other central systems, it will take at least a month, even longer."

"Take your time, you are the first one, don't forget to record all your experience and experience, so that the model can be used as a reference, and other companions can take shortcuts in the future."

Shamar's neck twisted, but the twist was too big, the neck gave a rattling sound, the whole head turned around, blood spit out from Shamar's mouth, and Shamar's body fell into a near-death situation instantly .

The doctor frowned slightly, stepped forward quickly, straightened Shamar's neck, and took out a skin syringe from his pocket. The doctor directly picked up the fruit knife on the table, cut open Shamar's neck, and stretched out his hand to directly adjust the muscles on the neck , straighten the bones, and as for the damaged blood vessels, the doctor took out a thumb-sized spray from his pocket and sprayed it upwards. The spray was water at first, and it condensed together as soon as it came into contact with air, like a gel. It was tightened violently, and all the wounds on the blood vessels were firmly sealed.

At this time, Shamar did not respond at all except for his muscles convulsing, like a dead body. Then the gray-haired doctor took out a flashlight from his pocket, opened Shamar's eyelids, took a photo, and put it away. The flashlight patted Shamar's face vigorously, Shamar let out an uh in his throat, and woke up.

"Fortunately, I'm right next to you, otherwise your sphincter muscles will loosen in a while, and feces and urine will be everywhere, which will be difficult to take care of." The doctor walked into the bathroom, and there was the sound of washing his fingers.

Shamar moved his neck slowly, grinning and said: "This body is too unaccustomed, either it doesn't obey, or it's too hard."

Shamar flipped the switch with his thumb, and the electric wheelchair bumped over and slid to the door of the bathroom. At this time, the gray-haired doctor came out of the bathroom, took out a paper towel from the paper drawer by the table, and gently wiped the fruit knife in his hand. After wiping it clean, put it back on the table, and gently swing the tip of the knife a few times, so that the scalpel is neat and tidy, forming two almost completely horizontal lines with the edge of the table.

Shamar said: "Zhang Xiang, isn't it too...too..."

"Adventure? You want to say this?" Zhang Xiang said.

This gray-haired doctor is called Zhang Xiang, a simple and common name.

"Adventure?"

"Yes, that's the word."

Zhang Xiang poured another glass of red wine, and asked Shamar if he would like a glass of red wine. Shamar showed disgust and said, "I don't like the taste of alcohol. Wine tastes like dirty water on the stars of Gatana .”

However, Zhang Xiang seemed to have a preference for wine, and immediately poured half a glass of red wine into his mouth, just like drinking water.

"When you get used to this body, you will fall in love with this thing. This thing is the most cherished existence in this civilized world."

"You also know that we have always been leading the direction of this world. Our partners have created a new civilization of the entire human race and driven away those cultivators who have the ability to fight against us. We have done a lot in this world. We have tried a lot to adapt to these ignorant lives on the earth, and we have continued to promote the progress of civilization on this star, and now, it is time to pick the fruits of this star." Zhang Xiang said.

"According to our original plan, all this should start after 500 years. We should protect this civilization now and make it stronger. When the so-called fairy world collapses, that is, the mirror world containing those cultivators collapses. Now, the civilization of this world naturally belongs to us, and now the fairyland has not yet collapsed, all this is a bit too hasty."

"As soon as we start in this world, those guys in the fairy world will be aware of it. Now it seems that there seems to be an irreconcilable relationship between immortal cultivators and mortals, but after we intervene strongly, immortal cultivators and mortals are of the same root and the same species after all. They There is at least an 80.00% chance that they will come together to fight against us. You also know that our spiritual intrusion is completely useless to the immortal cultivators. The spiritual power of the immortal cultivators is much stronger than ours. Isn't it too hasty to do it now? A plan of a thousand years should not be ruined by doing it in advance." Shamar's face was still puzzled, and he became more and more determined as he spoke.

"It's not too hasty at all. We have even taken a step too late. The bridge between the fairy world and the mortal world is being reconstructed. This world and the mirror world may re-merge at any time. Once the two worlds re-merge, those cultivators will return to this world. The time is the day when we will be expelled again, just like the prehistoric ancestors in the last biological era on this star. Therefore, the Judgment Day must be brought forward!"

Shamar showed a surprised expression and said, "What's going on?"

Zhang Xiang poured himself a glass of red wine again, gently shaking the red wine in the glass against the light, frowned slightly and said: "The Hermit of the Great Dao has already begun to break the barrier that cuts the immortal world. Once the barrier is broken, then It is not as simple as simply creating a wormhole that connects the two worlds and erecting a bridge between the two worlds. Once it is done, our efforts over the past few hundred years will be completely scrapped, and everything will have to start from scratch. At that time, Shang Immortal cultivators who have been fooled once will never be fooled again, and get into another fairy world by themselves..."

After thinking for a moment, Shamar said: "Hundreds of years of hard work are actually nothing. Anyway, as long as we can absorb the thinking power of these beings, our lives will be endlessly long. We can afford to wait. Anyway, these human beings don't know We dominate the development of this world. As long as the immortal cultivators come back, as long as we are not exposed, everything will be fine. At worst, we will start all over again. It will take hundreds of years at most. I heard that the virus in the United States that specifically targets immortal cultivators has been researched. It’s good news that a prototype has been formed, isn’t it? We can’t control those cultivators, and there will always be a way to completely destroy them.”