Blood of Mercury

In the holy city of Frankfurt, an unimaginable disaster is spreading.

At first it was just a silvery-grey mist that slowly spread out from the chimney of the domed cathedral. People still don't understand what this means.

However, after just over half an hour, some people began to feel that their bodies began to become a little strange.

As if the potion was too cold during the infusion, something cold began to flow in the blood vessels. When you press it lightly with your fingers, you can feel as if there are some frosted particles rolling in the blood vessels.

Just after people began to realize that something was wrong, the graininess suddenly became very obvious. The icy, grainy, snow-like thing began to **** blood and swell, causing severe pain like tearing blood vessels.

Just with the naked eye, you can see that there are blue veins bulging from his skin, like snakes and insects rolling under the skin.

Some people have been speechless in pain, and there are not no people rolling around on the ground.

Some people thought that this was Saint Laurent's punishment for his impiety, and knelt down and groaned for Saint Laurent's forgiveness, but it did nothing to relieve his pain.

Just then, the door of the Dome Cathedral suddenly opened.

In the eyes of people's expectations, some humanoid monsters in blood-stained robes staggered out of the dome cathedral.

——It is not an exaggeration to say that they are monsters here.

True, their stature is human.

However, that smell and taste are by no means human beings can have.

A peculiarity, visible to the naked eye, wrapped around them—a filthy silver-gray, not so much the color of mercury, but water that had been cast with silver paint.

What is more intuitive is the huge wounds on their bodies.

The clear wound that penetrated directly from the chest, the wound that separated the trachea from the throat, the wound that ripped apart the clothes on the chest like the sharp claws of the beast, and the belly was cut in half like a slash. The only thing they have in common is that the parts above their necks are intact and have not suffered any injuries.

If it is a human, it is a wound that is enough to kill them completely - an incredible wound, if it appears on the body of a saint, it can be called a stigmata.

Their movements were slightly stiff, as if they were just learning to walk. But the scary thing is that, over time, the proficiency of their actions is increasing rapidly at an unimaginable rate.

Learn to walk with just a few steps; stand naturally with just a stiff head swing. Their expressions became natural at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the clots in the blood vessels were melted by the blood.

But even if they were immobile, the sticky, cold, ominous feeling projected on them was scary enough.

It was not the gaze of a predator, nor the gaze of a lunatic. It was nothing but ordinary, a godless gaze like a mechanical creation. But just looking at those eyes, there will be an illusion that the soul is overwhelmed and the body is frozen——

...Or rather, it wasn't an illusion.

Those who had previously felt the coldness of the body and the dilated blood vessels quickly calmed down. Their blood vessels gradually calmed down, and dark purple lines like frostbite emerged along the blood vessels, crawling out hideous lines on the skin.

But as the lines appeared, the expressions of those people suddenly calmed down.

No, it's more of a dead silence than calm.

Their eyes were as calm as dead people, and they watched as the monsters gradually became familiar with their bodies and walked towards them, but they didn't respond as if they were frozen.

Accompanied by a slight but dull sound, dirty silver-gray blood flowers flew in the air.

Their hearts were dug out, or their chests were pierced, and they fell straight down.

If it wasn't an instant death, it would take a few seconds after receiving a fatal wound to die.

Although they seem so indifferent to their own life and death, their hearts are full of doubts.

why?

Why don't you want to resist all of a sudden?

No... It's not so much that it doesn't want to resist, it's that the mind is overwhelmed by some higher, icy mind. The flesh-and-blood brain turns into a computing machine, powering its calculations. In order to ensure efficiency, other thinking is blocked.

As their sanity gradually faded, a mechanically meticulous, steel-cold will simply stated in their brains: "My name is Victor. From now on, your brains are mine. ."

"If one day, you can be freed from this system, you can take revenge on me. You can cut my throat with a knife, slice me into countless pieces of meat, smash it into minced meat with a sledgehammer, and use Crush my bones with pincers—whatever you want. But now, I'm taking away your right to think, your right to die, and your right to live."

"From now on, you will be turned into a gray plague. Infect more people with your blood, spread eastward, march northward - make all those you see into the same kind, multiply, spread, become many ."

"If you're going to have a name for you walking dead... just think of yourselves as disasters. Of course, I'll keep your level of awareness of who you are, what you're doing, and how you're going to do it. What I've taken away is just the part of your energy that is cranky...or the energy of resting and questioning ~www.wuxiaspot.com~."

"Finally, you have to remember that you are immortal. You must remember that you are immortal now - even if your head is cut off and your heart is cut open, your body can move at will. But the premise is that the protection Hold your heads. Protect the heads you use to think—"⑧±miao(.*)pen⑧±ge⑧±, o

"—Otherwise, I will kill you personally."

As the dull man's voice faded away, a huge amount of knowledge poured into their brains.

However, this knowledge is extremely blunt, without any ability to understand and apply, and some are just knowledge itself. In other words, even the experience of understanding and application is translated into words and entered into their brains. What they have to do is only to determine the scope of retrieval of a complex project, to accurately locate relevant knowledge from a given scope, to combine multiple keywords to make associations and make assumptions, to verify whether a possibility is correct, A step in a complex process that verifies that other processes are functioning properly, etc., etc.

Everyone is responsible for only one step. Like an assembly line, each person is responsible for a very simple link that can be completed with only one retrieval. In this way, it takes only one thought to complete an extremely complex design.

At the same time, the undead, bloodstain syndrome, negative energy, kakarit, funeral chants...the process of how they became what they are now really surfaced in their brains without reservation.

As the black lines gradually dissipated, these people stood up expressionlessly and marched slowly and neatly towards the east and north.

Their faces were emotionless, and there was only a plaster of lifeless gray in their eyes.