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Chapter 282 - 259 Life Box

Chapter 282: Chapter 259 Life Box

East City’s garbage dump, the battle between two Transcendents was drawing to a close.

The muddy ground was soaked with fresh blood of red, green, or yellow; various kinds of bioengineered creatures’ limbs and broken remains covered the trash mounds, resembling hell itself.

Amongst the bioengineered creatures, there were not a few elite soldiers such as demon alchemists, bone demons, and berserk demons.

They wielded heavy battle axes and giant hammers, carried anti-tank rocket launchers on their shoulders, and wore thick metal armor enchanted with black magic.

This armor was immune to rifle bullets and could even reflect, deflect, and weaken tank shells.

Such a demon army, even placed on a modern battlefield, could change the outcome of a local battle.

But here, their end was uniform – death.

"Sss... sss..."

Frankenstein lay in the heap of trash, coughing up blood with every breath. His body was covered with deep sword wounds, his stomach sliced open revealing the elastic innards within.

Gouchen stood on one foot atop Frankenstein’s leg, leaning forward, looking down from his elevated position, observing the twitching muscles of his face, and calmly said: "How many times do I have to kill you before you are willing to die in peace?"

"Heh..."

Frankenstein was either breathing or mocking Gouchen, just staring straight at the young man in front of him. His sliced mouth corners struggled upwards, squeezing out a hint of a smile.

"How boring."

Gouchen reversed his grip on the short sword, plunging it straight into Frankenstein’s eye socket, twisting and grinding, mashing the eyeball along with the brain below into a pulp.

Frankenstein fell into silence. After a few seconds, the destroyed brain gradually regenerated, and the eyeball grew back as well.

This ability was called "Life Box," and only those powerful spellcasters who had mastered a vast amount of arcane and necromantic knowledge knew how to create a Life Box.

They would completely separate their souls from their own bodies, storing them in a Life Box, thus becoming a Witch Demon – a Life Box could be any object, a brick, a doll, a pen.

As long as the Life Box was not destroyed, the Witch Demon would be immortal, able to resurrect immediately even if killed.

"To become a Witch Demon, the prerequisite is to have a strong soul that can withstand the damage caused by the separation. Players need to be at least Lv30, with both Intelligence and Perception attributes above twenty to qualify.

A dark mage of Voldemort’s caliber, using a Life Box to resurrect, had to sacrifice hair and nose. You are far from qualified."

Squinting, Gouchen said, "Moreover, ordinary Witch Demons would resurrect near their Life Box, but you resurrect right on the spot. That’s not normal.

You must have used some kind of item with a tremendous price to forcibly extend your life.

Let me guess, did you cut off part of your soul, permanently alter your personality, or sacrifice the blood of your closest kin? How pitiful."

During his speech, Gouchen killed Frankenstein again, cleaving his head entirely off and chopping it into mush.

Frankenstein’s head seemed to slowly but swiftly rejuvenate, weakly stretching his mouth into a grin, "At least, I am still myself. Not some lost soul or stray ghost from who knows where."

"Seeking death!"

Gouchen’s face changed drastically, he spun the sword handle, expelling Sword Qi to shred Frankenstein’s corpse into thousands of pieces.

This purely physical attack, of course, couldn’t kill a Witch Demon; Frankenstein was reborn once more, his chest still pierced by the sword blade, his mouth still filled with scorn,

"You should feel happy that your own brother is now a high-ranking official in the Global Supernatural Alliance, able to misuse public resources, expend resources to revive you, oh, not revive, to possess a new body."

Six years ago, just as Gouchen had started high school in the real world, he was involved in a car accident while drag racing abroad. His body was severely damaged and beyond cure.

His family, being financial tycoons, spent a fortune to preserve him using the most advanced cryonics technology at the time, in the hope that he could be thawed and healed with future medical technologies.

Until the killing field arrived, Gouchen’s brother became a player and a high-ranking officer in the Global Supernatural Alliance, who acquired a life potion for Gouchen to drink.

However, the cryonic technology back then was fundamentally flawed, and Gouchen’s original soul had already dissipated.

After more than three years of attempts, Gouchen’s brother, now a Level 30 Transcendent, tried various methods and eventually decided to cut a small piece of their parents’ souls. Together with Gouchen’s images from childhood to adulthood, memories of those around him, and souls from who-knows-where,

They "conjured" a Gouchen out of thin air, stuffing it into his lifeless body to complete the reboot.

Such a resurrection could be seen as both explosively awesome, daring in thought and action, cheating death,

Or as self-deceptive, seeking comfort.

Specializing in soul technology, the Demon Scientist Alliance knew exactly how Gouchen’s brother had done it,

Frankenstein immediately sneered, "You really think that with the skills of a high school dropout rich kid who only knew how to drag race and hit the bars, you would have combat talent far beyond normal people? To level up so quickly in the killing field?

Don’t be foolish, dummy. Your brother used the souls of powerful beings snatched from script worlds, shattered them, and stuffed one into this body.

The only thing original about you is your swordsmanship, that’s all."

Gouchen’s face contorted with rage upon hearing this, and the energy seeping out of his body whipped up gusts of wind that stirred ripples in the pools of blood.

Buzzing—

The roar of the engines of the flying vehicles grew louder as they approached, and several Divine Eagle Gunboats straight from the "Halo" game flew towards the junkyard.

These gunboats featured a highly sci-fi design, equipped with nonlinear cannons and a lightweight, small magnetic acceleration gun.

The searchlights from the underside of the Divine Eagle Gunboats locked onto Gouchen and Frankenstein in the junkyard,

"This is the Toy City Terrorist Mobile Team speaking, put down your weapons immediately! Hands up and surrender!"

As the loudspeakers from the gunboats called out, the rear doors slowly opened, and a group of fully-armed interstellar soldiers from "Warhammer 40K" leaped down.

Unlike the relatively light-hearted and joyful "Star Wars," the sci-fi IP "Warhammer 40K" pursues a more grim and dark atmosphere,

Interstellar soldiers must undergo a series of augmentative surgeries starting at age 12, such as the secondary heart implant, skeletal reinforcement, muscle enhancement, preomach, ocular implants, and ceramic steel kidneys... a tough combination of technology and grit.

If the subjects are lucky enough to survive all the augmentations, once they step off the assembly line, each one becomes a two-meter-plus tall, over three-hundred-kilogram hefty man with rippling muscles.

Even though these interstellar soldiers are just the toy versions from Toy City (without even paint, all in their original molding), with weakened data,

When equipped with their grey ceramic steel power armor, blast guns, and excellent tactical prowess, they are much stronger than Frankenstein’s hodgepodge of bioengineered forces.

"Drop your weapons!"

The leading grey interstellar soldier shouted fiercely, and his helmeted subordinates seemed eager, almost hoping Gouchen would continue to wield his sword, so they could freely open fire, shattering these two terrorists fighting among themselves.

Gouchen scanned around, looked down at Frankenstein calmly, and said, "I will find your Witch Demon Life Box. I won’t destroy it. Instead, I will exile it and you to a strange space where time crawls, and you will wither away in eternal stillness."

With that, he flipped his palm and took out a Teleportation Coin from the Backpack, crushing it and disappearing into thin air.

The interstellar soldiers rushed forward, and Frankenstein, lying on a pile of trash and drained of Spiritual Power Value unable to escape, quickly raised his hands, "I surrender! Toy City should treat prisoners preferably, right?"

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