Chapter 373

"This object is biologically stable!"

Dieterian's voice was louder than the screams.

"He also entered a state of mental stability."

"Do you think it sounds like mental stability?"

The prophet still didn't look back.

"Didn't you hear the scream?"

"I can hear you."

USAS interrupted him.

"Very bitter music."

"I was really aware of the pain response of phonation."

Dieterian immediately apologized.

"I believe this shows that --“

"No."

Talos shook his head.

"No, don't talk to me about this nonsense, dieterian. I know you have human nature. It's not a" vocal pain response " , it's screaming. You know, lukofus is right about you. No one can imagine this scream and be really detached as you say... You know fear and pain, I know you know, whether you wear power armor or not, you're one of us. "

"It's just screaming."

For the first time, there was a slight unhappiness in dieterian's voice.

"Relatively speaking, I have put him into a state of mental stability."

"What if you release the stagnation lock on the machine?"

Dieterian stopped with some guilt.

"Er... This thing may kill us all."

"Stop talking about this. This is macalyon, the hero of our Legion."

"The hero you want to murder."

Talos turned and looked at the technology priest. The sword was shining with the light of electronic life in his hand.

"He has died twice! Stupid hope let me allow you to play your game with his body, but he won't come back to us! I now understand that even trying is wrong, because it goes against his last wish! You lock him in the eternal pain of death. I don't allow you to play with his body now. He deserves better than that."

Dieterian hesitated again, carefully considering whether it was possible to appease the captain in this disturbing rage, and the scream did not weaken in the short pause.

"This East... Macalyon can still work for the Legion. Through the application of torture and correct pain, he will become a destructive existence on the battlefield."

"I have rejected that road."

Talos still didn't disable his sword.

"I can't stand his physical abuse. I've had enough."

"But I can control -"

"That's enough! Flame throne, that's why van droid lost his mind! Infighting, quarreling... Fierce claws kill each other with blades in the dark! I may not want my brothers to put me on this idiot's base! I'm here now, dieterian, curse echo is my ship! We may be running away, we may be doomed to failure, but I won't stop I won't accept this disgusting insult and end my life! Do you know what I mean? "

Of course, Talos knew that dieterian certainly didn't. all this sounded meaningless to the mechanical priest's auditory receptors, and any behavior based on emotional chemical processes would be eliminated and ignored.

"Yes."

But he gave in.

Talos smiled, and surrounded by fearless screams, he let out a sigh.

"You are a terrible liar. I even doubt if you remember what it means to respect and trust another soul."

With his back to the bishop, he climbed up the coffin with one hand and made a buzzing sound when the power sword quickly wiped over the stagnation field.

Talos gazed at the image of macalyon cast in precious metal on the iron coffin - his master, the real master before van droid's rule.

"If you were alive, how different it would be..."

Taros's whispers are as euphemistic as poetry.

"Come on."

Dieterian spoke out his last objection.

"This action violates our oath to the eighth Legion."

Talos ignored him at all.

"Forgive me, company commander."

He raised his sword with its tip to the carved pattern.

"Wait."

USAS spoke suddenly, but did not stand up.

He struck the deck with the blade of his axe, making a clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter cla.

"I heard something, a rhythm, a rhythm from the soul."

Talos turned to dieterian.

"What does he mean?"

The technology bishop was very confused about this communication. He shrugged and sent out a string of negative code.

"To clarify, you are asking me what your brother's words mean. Do you want me to give you some enlightenment?"

"Talking to you is really a waste of time."

Talos slipped off the iron coffin and his boots slammed onto the deck.

"USAS, tell me carefully."

USAS still beat the axe with a soft, sonorous rhythm.

"It's screaming. Listen... Talos, listen to the rhythm."

Talos glanced at dieterian.

"Bishop, can you think about what he might be saying? I only heard screams."

"I have sixteen slave processes that perform continuous diagnostics."

At this time, USAS finally looked up. The bloody palmprint on his face blocked the dim light in the room.

"The rhythm is still there, Talos."

"What rhythm?"

"... rhythm, macalyon is alive."

Talos turned to the coffin.

"Dear bishop, can you help me explain what the resurrection ceremony of your church is composed of?"

"That technology is forbidden to disclose."

"Of course, you don't need to be very detailed, just simply... Tell me vaguely."

"That technology is forbidden to disclose."

The prophet almost laughed.

"You're like a broken repeater now, bishop. Don't force me to fix you. I just want to know what you did to my company commander there."

"Well... It's a drug that combines synaptic enhancement pulses and electrical life support, mainly a combination of chemical stimulants and invasive physiological stabilizers."

"Sounds complicated."

Taros had been unfamiliar with his craft for a long time, and he couldn't even understand some of the terms the Bishop said.

"You haven't been a pharmacist for a long time."

USAS's smile can be seen from his tone.

"Shall I find the Skinner?"

Talos couldn't help laughing when he heard the lost brother joking.

"It sounds like several methods we use in torture, dieterian."

Taros's words made the mechanical bishop a little uncomfortable. He twisted his neck and replied:

"No, this - macalyon has always been a troublesome project. It takes extraordinary effort and concentration to wake him up."

"But he's awake now."

Talos pointed to the machines.

"Now that he is awake, why should he keep this ceremony?"