Mecha Forger

When Ulikummi, who had been unsuccessfully encircling Song Ci for fourteen hours, cautiously opened the door that had been closed all year round, and unexpectedly saw Jim Field lying on the throne, he was not frightened or nervous, but was extremely excited. .

He walked over in three steps and placed two fingers on Jim Field's neck in a cautious manner.

Confirming that he could not feel Jim Field's pulse, Ulikummi couldn't help laughing.

After the laughter was over, Ulikummi was only confused.

He has followed Jim Field for so many years, from the Alliance to the Bliss Star, and has stood behind Jim Field almost all his life.

He had been a shadow for so long that he already felt that he would live this life for the rest of his life, and he had never thought about leaving Jim Field.

When this day suddenly came, Ulikummi suddenly didn't know where to go.

Alliance, he can't go back.

Where else could he go?

What can be done?

Ulikummi's blank gaze turned to Jim Field, with a trace of madness flashing in his eyes.

He slowly bent down, and the cold mechanical hand gently brushed Jim Field's face, slowly but firmly brushing over his forehead, bridge of nose, and pale lips...

It seems that in this way, Jim Field's appearance can be firmly remembered in my heart.

He looked at Jim Field carefully for a long, long time, until he felt that he had finally remembered him. Then he nodded with satisfaction, and slowly took out the money he had not used for many years from his own space. scalpel.

The luminous scalpel replaced his cold fingers and slowly passed across Jim Field's face, as if saying a silent farewell.

Then came his neck...

Below is the gorgeous and complicated dress that he has always insisted on wearing.

Ulikummi clicked her tongue, and the hand holding the knife exerted a little force, and the gorgeous dress turned into several large pieces, scattered on the equally gorgeous throne.

Ulikummi curled his lips in satisfaction, and put his left hand without the knife on Jim Field's head, applying a slight force. Jim Field was just like his experimental subjects, lying there, allowing others to slaughter him.

This scene obviously pleased Ulikummi.

He nodded with satisfaction and sat down on the blood-covered ground. The sharp knife in his hand reached out to Jim Field without hesitation and made a light stroke.

The skin was peeled off layer by layer without a drop of blood, revealing that most of the organs inside were diseased:

The heart is only the size of a pepper flower; the lungs have been corroded; the intestines are gangrene; the "reproductive organs" have shrunk like black coal; the brain has water...

While Ulikummi was dissecting, he explained everything he saw calmly, as if he was conducting an ordinary experiment.

No, that's not right!

There's another thing he didn't mention.

How could he forget the cause of Jim Field's death?

Besides the failure of various organs, there's also that beautiful and rare little guy, isn't it?

Ulikummi's scalpel kept turning over, carefully looking for its target.

Time passed bit by bit, but he was not agitated, and his movements were still orderly.

Finally, he slowly moved up and opened Jim Field's not-so-pretty head.

On the brain with criss-crossing ravines, five small squirming dots were extremely obvious.

The sharp scalpel was slightly lifted. After the white liquid opened, a small white unknown object was moving vividly inside.

Compared to the damaged organs, this thing is simply strangely energetic.