Not only the synthetic materials, but even the elite Guard Team who had protected the village for so long... all of them were killed in battle.
Song Xiaozhu's eyes were throbbing with pain, but now was not the time to vent her emotions. She could only suppress her grief and calmly search for an opportunity, for that crucial turning point.
Xiao He: "I have gained the ' Radiance of Humanity '."
"Comment: What you give will eventually embrace you in another form."
"Usage effect: After placement, it collects 'public opinion' and generates suitable recipes."
Song Xiaozhu chose to place it, and following the blue light of the Tree of Technology, another silver-gray light enveloped the village.
"Current 'public opinion' detected. Recipe [ Undead ] generated. Confirm?"
Song Xiaozhu was stunned for a moment. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain. "Are you sure?"
Xiao He: "New recipe unlocked -- [ Undead ]."
Details popped up, and the recipe was located in the " Radiance of Humanity " module.
Recipe Name: The Undead.
Recipe Level: 5.
Required materials: corpse + Energy Stone.
Success rate: 100%.
Song Xiaozhu finally couldn't hold back and asked Xiao He, "Are they... even human?"
Xiao He knew what she was thinking and answered directly, "What is a human being? Only humans can define it!"
Chapter 111
This formula originates from the " Radiance of Humanity " and embodies the "will of the people" within the base.
Song Xiaozhu could understand; she was also at the base, facing this unprecedented disaster alongside everyone else.
Liu Xuangang, Xiao Tong, Er Ying, Liu Huli... Five hundred Hunter perished under the sword of Fan Cang. The villagers who watched this scene with their own eyes all had the same thought in their hearts—death.
"Don't die! Everyone must stay alive!"
This overwhelming emotional outpouring was captured by the Synthesizer and recorded as a "suitable" formula.
Song Xiaozhu's heart pounded as she looked at the words " the Undead." Xiao He's explanation couldn't calm her down. The complexity of human nature is beyond even our own comprehension, so how can we even begin to define it?
The power displayed by the Level 5 Synthesizer far exceeds human imagination; it even breaks the fundamental laws that human civilization can comprehend.
Like Fan Cang, they gradually detached themselves from the realm of humanity.
Song Xiaozhu had always been reluctant to take this step, but now that she had made her choice, she would no longer question it.
If the " Undead " can protect the village, then so be it.
Xiao Yunjie was pale, but she managed to remain calm. "Miss..." Even though she could still think, she couldn't come up with a way to break the deadlock.
There is no hope.
There is absolutely no chance of winning.
Compared to that man who was almost like a god, they were as small and fragile as ants.
Song Xiaozhu took a deep breath, her dark eyes resolute. "Retrieve the corpse."
Xiao Yunjie was stunned.
Instead of giving her orders, Song Xiaozhu released a drone for patrol.
Unmanned patrol drones swarmed toward the mangled wreckage of the tank, their cameras precisely capturing the scene and transmitting the data back to the Base Manager.
The close-up is exceptionally brutal.
The steel monster-like chariot was shattered into pieces by Fan Cang's mechanical sword, like a soft pastry.
The tank had automatic protection and did not explode, but the Hunter inside still all perished.
The sword's edge swept across, and head and body were separated.
Not a single one survived, and all died with their eyes wide open in disbelief.
Familiar faces flashed by, and Song Xiaozhu felt as if her heart was being torn apart:
Xiao Tong's youthful and innocent smile, Er Ying's resolute and courageous dark eyes, the scene of Liu Huli and Chen Quanquan's reluctant farewell...
Everything is so close, yet everything is frozen in a yesterday that can never be touched.
Xiao Yunjie
As we saw, she ultimately couldn't suppress her emotions; tears streamed down her face, each drop larger and heavier than the last, crashing into the silent air and shattering her spirit.
Song Xiaozhu closed her eyes briefly and said in a hoarse voice, "Madam, they will come back."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunjie did not understand its true meaning, only assuming that Song Xiaozhu wanted to use the drone to collect their bodies.
Xiao Yunjie choked up, unable to speak, "... Okay."
They've returned, but they're no longer the vibrant individuals they once were.
But at least they're back; at least they can die together.
Fan Cang also witnessed this scene, but he scoffed at it and didn't even bother to pay attention to the drones that were buzzing around like flies.
--Useless effort.
What good would it do to take these bodies back?
Song Xiaozhu was ultimately too young; at sixteen, even with immense power, her immaturity was undeniable.
Suddenly, the ground shook violently.
Fan Cang slashed at the Quantum Light Shield with his sword again.
The unmanned patrol drones were shaken and tilted, but they were just machines following instructions and were not frightened. After regaining their balance, they continued to work.
Patrol aircraft have poor carrying capacity; if it's a complete body, it's very difficult to bring it back.
However, the corpses before them were incomplete, with almost none of them intact, which ironically made them easier for the unmanned patrol aircraft to transport.
Fan Cang's sword fell again and again, and Song Xiaozhu's Quantum Coin flowed out like a flood.
-1000, -1000, -1000...
These strings of numbers, chillingly cold yet tinged with bloodshed, are truly shocking.
The village was extremely quiet; everyone was looking up at the sky, and regardless of age or gender, their expressions were all similar.
Fear and confusion.
They embraced, holding each other's hands tightly even though they were not familiar with each other, seeking some comfort, and praying fervently in their hearts. "Miss, please bless everyone."
With death looming, the villagers were overcome with a powerful will to survive.
I want to live.
Even if we don't have enough to eat or wear, even if we live at the foot of a filthy, muddy Garbage Mountain, even if 99% of our lives are bitter, we still want to live!