After this little episode, the survivors finally calmed down. Of course, they had no choice but to calm down. Everyone had witnessed what had just happened, and they had to admit that after getting their hands on guns, they all felt more confident, as if they suddenly had a backbone. However, reality soon told them that this was nothing more than an illusion.
Although the weapons in their hands were far more powerful than they had imagined, it was obvious that the Inquisition didn't take them seriously at all...
Of course, what truly made them obedient was the silent figure following behind them. The unfortunate man from earlier had now been completely transformed into something else. More than half his body was covered in machinery, and the hands that had been chopped off had been replaced with two things resembling mechanical claws.
The man's expression was dull, as if he were a puppet with no self-awareness at all. He simply followed quietly behind the group, carrying various odds and ends, like a tireless porter.
Just seeing this scene was enough to make everyone feel a chill in their hearts, but that wasn't the most important part. What mattered most was the Inquisition's attitude.
"This is my first time doing a conversion, so don't blame me if it isn't very smooth. After all, I'm not Maria, and I don't have such advanced conversion techniques."
Rumiere explained this to Duanmu Huai, who merely shrugged.
"It doesn't matter. As long as he can still be used, that's good enough. At least we can't let him go to waste."
Listening to the two of them chat as they walked, the survivors felt cold sweat break out all over them. Both of them were completely calm, without the slightest hint of panic or anger, as