Alien Relic Hunter

At first, the woman didn't realize that the person being named was her. It wasn't until the two attendants walked up to her that she raised her head with some trembling, and carefully cast her gaze at the god standing not far away. servant.

God, Lord Servant of God, you, the person you have chosen...is it me?

She was completely frightened. She bit her tongue three times in a sentence of less than twenty words.

The servant of God did not speak. He just nodded slightly, and then uttered the word um in a dull tone that was almost nasal.

The woman's legs went weak instantly. She wanted to get up from the bunk, but she tried twice and failed. Her legs and feet couldn't work hard at all, the tendons and bones didn't obey their orders at all, and even her facial muscles began to twitch involuntarily.

The two attendants only waited for a few seconds before impatiently pulling the woman down from the scaffolding and dragging her to the servant of God like an animal to be slaughtered.

With the lessons learned from the man just now, the woman did not dare to resist at all. She did not even dare to say the word no - the corpse that had been ravaged by crushing lay not far away. The head of the corpse was tilted to one side, with its cheek touching the ground. The eyes that were almost squeezed out of the eye sockets and the extremely distorted expression seemed to be telling others about the pain before death.

The plasma splashed into the air gathered into round spherical droplets, floating around the corpse. The follower who had just finished the grinding stretched out his hand and caught several larger drops of blood in his palm. He put his palm to his mouth, and a creepy licking sound immediately came from under the cloak.

The woman covered her mouth with her hands, trying her best to prevent her sobs from leaking out. Her legs were shaking out of fear. As soon as the two attendants let go of her arms, she sat down directly. on the ground.

You should feel honored to be the chosen one. The servant of God glanced at the woman lying on the ground, took a step forward, and threw out what he was holding in his right hand - they were two handfuls of four-millimeter-thick weapons. The rough dagger is cut and polished from a carbon steel plate. Not only the blade, but also the edge of the handle has many burrs. Dark orange rust and dark brown dried blood are mixed together, completely covering the blade. Among them, a little metallic luster can only be seen at the tip.

Most of you should be familiar with the sacrifice ceremony. However, in order to take care of the new compatriots who arrived today, I am willing to waste ten seconds of precious time for you and repeat the contents and rules of the ceremony. . The servant of God said, One-on-one, fair and glorious fighting, the winner three times in a row will be selected as a warrior of the great god; while the loser will become a sacrifice to the god and merge with the great god. As one body.”

He paused and continued: Whether you live or die, you will receive the honor of dedicating everything to the great god...

This passage was the longest one he had spoken since the servant of God appeared. Ke Lan found that not only was his tone devoid of emotion, but the pauses and transitions between words were also very stiff, and there seemed to be a trace of extreme emotion in his voice. The indistinguishable current noise... This seemed not to be his original voice, but a sound produced by some kind of electronic device.

None of the words he spoke came from the vocal organs of his body.

It is normal for the vocal organs of living organisms to be damaged due to radiation, but what makes Ke Lan a little concerned is whether the person talking to them now is the servant of God himself, or is it someone else?

Is this a preset recording? Or some special long-distance sound transmission method?

It's a pity that Asano Akira is not next to Ke Lan now, otherwise he would definitely be able to hear more details with his hearing.

Ke Lan couldn't help but start to doubt... Could this guy in the iron jar be just a puppet being manipulated?

Okay, let's begin.

Two simple daggers were still floating in the air. The daggers collided with each other, and then floated away in opposite directions.

The young woman first glanced at the dagger, and then at Ke Lan. Then, she suddenly crawled forward two or three meters, raised her head, and said to the servant of God: Master servant of God, there is something I want to do. Report to you—

Pfft——

Before the word report could be uttered, the rusty dagger had already been dug into her throat, plunging her into silence forever.

A second ago, when this woman looked away from Ke Lan, Ke Lan noticed the change in her eyes - she wanted to tell the truth! This woman tried to use this method to exchange for a chance of survival. With no other choice, Ke Lan could only step forward, grab the dagger and kill her.

When this woman was selected by the servant of God, she was already destined to die - whether she chose to report Ke Lan or follow the process of the sacrifice ceremony and challenge Ke Lan... both paths were dead ends.

The only way to survive is probably for Ke Lan to reveal his identity and break up with the servant of God and others, but the consequence of doing so is to completely disrupt the original plan - and more people will die.

Ke Lan sighed silently in his heart and pulled the dagger out of the woman's throat. Immediately, a large amount of blood gushes out from the carotid artery that was severed along with the trachea. In the microgravity environment, the blood splashed out. Very far away, its visual impact is even stronger than usual.

The woman stared and groped with her hands unconsciously a few times in front of her. Then, he fell to the ground.

Ke Lan held the blood-stained dagger and looked directly at the mask of the servant of the god. The monitor camera on the opponent's helmet turned a few times and then locked on Ke Lan's face - as if they were looking at each other, the camera flashed After a flash of dark red light, the servant nodded and said to Ke Lan: You passed the first round.

There were no extra words, no comments, and not even a word about the half-sentence the woman just said before she died. This made Ke Lan even more suspicious whether this servant of God was like that. This kind of low-priced smart home robot is only equipped with the lowest-end rubbish AI and will only speak some preset lines when triggering key conversations.

If this is the case, this program is really clumsy enough that anyone who has taken a few days of crash course in programming could have written it.

Of course, the lines are not the key. The key lies in the servant of God himself. Whether all his actions come from his own will or from someone manipulating him behind the scenes... If it is the latter, then Ke Lan must be careful—— The woman's words just now and his obviously concealing behavior may have attracted the other party's attention.

The servant of God turned around and pointed at another person.

This is still an old man, but his physique is much bigger than the first guy who was crushed. He is over 1.85 meters tall, and his muscles are so strong that people can't believe it. This is a man suffering from radiation sickness. His shoulders, elbows, knees, etc. are all covered with a thick layer of cuticle. His finger joints were unusually thick, and his nails had transformed into solid blunt claws, tightly wrapping the front ends of his fingers.

...This guy seems to be a mutant. Ke Lan couldn't help but sigh inwardly at how unlucky he was, how could something with such a low probability happen to him.

Mutants are a kind of human beings who have benign mutations due to radiation. Their status is between the second generation people of sick villages and completely mutated corpses and radiation monsters. The genetic mutations have caused them to produce many changes. It is difficult to say whether it is a change of evolution or degeneration - the lifespan and physical functions of mutants will also be affected by radiation sickness, but unlike ordinary patients who are getting weaker and weaker, their physical fitness will not be weakened due to the progression of the disease. On the contrary, it will be greatly enhanced...the closer they are to death, the more powerful they will gain.

Of course, this refers to being on the verge of death due to a disease. Putting mutants in a state of near-death through external factors cannot maximize their potential.

When mutants first appeared, that was when the institute was most interested in them - but soon, the institute stopped taking the initiative to treat mutants because they discovered that these mutants were almost non-replicable cases. Rather than wasting time and research funds on the subject of human mutation, it is better to optimize the existing biochemical modification technology.

After all, the power obtained through the latter is stronger and more stable.

And these mutants are also a hot potato for their employers, the mining companies - they themselves are similar to second generation citizens and are equivalent to a mobile strong radioactive source. People like this, according to According to the rules, one is not allowed to stay inside the Ark.

At first, some mining companies tried to incorporate these powerful mutants into mercenary teams, but they soon discovered that this approach was simply stupid.

Not to mention that these mutants who are not favored by their teammates need to wear a lot of protective equipment all day long. The cost of additional equipment alone is enough to cover the cost of the last biochemically modified person with the same strength. The main problem with mutants is that It is extremely easy for them to lose control.

In essence, they are still patients suffering from radiation sickness, and due to the strengthening of their bodies, the pain they endure is even several times that of ordinary radiation patients. Even if they take a large amount of painkillers every day, it is difficult to suppress it. This pain.

Because of their different body structures, once-and-for-all nerve-blocking surgery can easily cause these mutants to become paralyzed...

Under all kinds of torture, the mental state of the mutants can be said to be always on the verge of collapse. Disobeying orders is considered a trivial matter, but they can go crazy, destroy camps, and attack teammates.

It didn't take long for the person in charge of the mining company to discover that the best way to deal with these mutants was to send them to the Sick Village space station like other ordinary radiation patients and let them fend for themselves.

But then again, even though mutants were valued by the institute from the beginning to losing money that everyone later despised, their chances of being born have never fluctuated significantly - Only one mutant with a benign mutation will appear among approximately 10,000 to 20,000 radiation sickness patients. Based on this ratio, not even one mutant will be sent to the space station within a year... Today, Ke When Lan met, he happened to be chosen as his opponent. This chance was simply lower than winning the first prize in a lottery ticket.

Ke Lan suddenly had the urge to lift up the soles of his shoes and take a look. His luck was so abnormal, maybe he had just stepped on some kind of excrement.

After the mutant was selected, he did not cry like the two people before. Instead, he strode directly to a place less than ten steps in front of Ke Lan and grabbed the remaining dagger.

At such a close distance, Ke Lan saw that the inner sides of the mutant's arms were filled with dense needle holes and patches of purple bruises. There were also several tubes of analgesics inserted into his belt. Sexual syringes, these syringes are labeled with the Mineral Development Alliance, obviously they are part of the supplies sent by the transport ship.

Ke Lan was basically certain that these analgesics were not his own, nor were they stolen from others.

The people in the Scaffolding Residential Area are all outsiders who have not yet been recognized by the locals and integrated into the special social system of the sick village. To put it in layman's terms, they are still in the examination period.

During this inspection period, the local people would not give them anything except the minimum food and water. Almost every patient in the examination period is extremely poor. Otherwise, the woman would not have tried to rob Ke Lan for two painkillers.

The supplies possessed by this group of people can be said to be extremely scarce.

Even if this mutant robbed everyone in this residential area, he would never be able to get so many painkillers.

There is only one answer. He obtained these analgesics from people from the heretical sect. It is even possible that they were sent to him by priests or servants of God.

This mutant was apparently raised here by a heretical sect.

The strength of a mutant may not be important on the Ark, but for a sick village with an extremely single population source, it is a rare combat power.

The young woman also said that when the priest discovered Marshall, the expression on his face could be described as surprise, which showed that they were very thirsty for powerful warriors.

Even if they don't go through this sacrifice ceremony, this mutant will be absorbed by them sooner or later... As for why the servant of the gods would choose him as Ke Lan's opponent...

A cold sweat suddenly broke out on Ke Lan's back: Could it be that they have noticed something abnormal about themselves... Is this mutant used to test him?

[P.S. Thanks to book friend 20200211184109318 for the reward of 1,500 starting coins, thanks to malicious channels for the reward of 500 starting coins, and thanks to Half-Standing, Simple A, and Lian Bailong for the 100 starting coins. 】