Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

This...is this an alchemy prosthetic? The...alchemical prosthetic limb transplanted to the living person in front of him!

Jin rushed to Yurio with a little disobedient step, rolled up his cuffs that only rolled up to his wrist, revealing the entire brass-colored mechanical arm.

Yurio pursed his lips and said silently, allowing the young gentleman to pull his sleeves until the broken limb at his elbow was grafted and bridged.

"It's really a prosthetic transplant! The secret is above! Melissa, look at it, there is no erosion or necrosis in the bridging part of his broken limb! How did this be done? Which alchemist is doing it for you Completed surgery?”

Melissa sighed as she looked at her close friend's incoherent look and showed an apology to Yurio, "Mr. Yurio, I don't know if you can reveal the details of the prosthetic transplant, which is very important to us. important."

Yurio nodded, and as Harvey said in advance, he slowly said in a deep voice: "My arm was accidentally disabled more than a year ago. It has been about half a year since the operation was completed, except for just now. Apart from being a little uncomfortable at first, now there is no difference between daily actions and other ordinary people with healthy body parts, but the robotic arms are stronger…”

He paused and continued, "If you want to ask how this is done, I can only express my regret, because I don't know it myself, it's just that the transplant requires Mr. Kelthuzad and several casters. You cooperated together, and there was an adult who was proficient in healing techniques to participate in surgical assistance. "

Holding Yurio's mechanical arm, King turned to Melissa and said, "This gentleman is not a spellcaster, but just an ordinary experimental receptor identity. It is impossible to know the specific details of the transplant experiment, but I dare to give it a ticket. , Mr. Kelthuzad must have obtained this extraordinary technology from the forum! ”

After he said that, he calmed down, barely restrained his excitement, and politely said to Yurio: "Please forgive me for my rude behavior just now, Mr. Yurio, can you show us your control of the prosthetic limbs to us …”

Yurio nodded, raised his mechanical arm and flexed it back and forth to show it, and then made a flexibly repetitive movement of clenching his fists and spreading it open. Finally, he pinched the heavy three-seater sofa in the hotel living room with one hand, and easily lifted it. Get up and let go.

"What kind of side effects will occur after the operation? Will there be some discomfort or rejection reactions in the body?" Melissa asked cautiously.

Yurio shook his head and answered honestly as Harvey told him: "There are no side effects...well, except that he was unable to control his strength skillfully at the beginning and accidentally crushed one of my colleagues' shoulder blades...but just practice more, I'll get used to it soon..."

"Melissa, the teacher's injury is saved!" Jin Chang sighed excitedly, "I really wish I could fly back immediately and bring the teacher here, so that Mr. Kelthuzad could complete the prosthetic transplant for him immediately..."

Melissa reached out and patted him on the shoulder, signaled him to control his emotions with her eyes, then turned to Yurio and said, "So, what price do we have to pay if Mr. Kelthuzadeh is going to complete this transplant?"

"Price? Sir, he did not have any requirements in this regard. He just asked me to tell you that this is because of the help of the two of you to him during this period of time. He gave him a little kindness and feedback in advance... You don't need you. What price to pay."

Melissa and Jin looked at each other quickly, and a thought flashed through their minds almost at the same time.

Goodwill and help for no reason are the most difficult human debt to repay...

Watching Yurio pick up the box containing the metal prosthesis again and slowly leave the "Winter Frost Flower" hotel.

Jin looked at Melissa with a wry smile and said, "Now, we have to stay in this border town for a long time..."

"Isn't his purpose just to keep us here for a little longer?" Melissa sighed, "Anyway, let us know the news first, and wait until the teacher's injury and body recover. Consider bringing him here again..."

"What should we do in the next few days? You can't stay in the hotel every day and stare at the magic brain instruments, right? Now when I see the documents in the Magic Encyclopedia, my head feels swollen! I have never been before I think learning and absorbing knowledge is such a painful thing..."

Melissa rolled her eyes and complained: "That's because you had the opportunity to get in touch with too little profound knowledge. A traveler who has been walking in the desert for a long time is naturally thirsty for a glass of clear water, but if you throw him into a piece of cake In the vast ocean of knowledge, I am afraid I will choke and drown after a few thrusts."

"There are many nobles and wealthy businessmen who came to Jackdaw Town to hunt and have fun these days. Let's play this role well and try not to arouse suspicion from the Federation and the Church in the town."

Nympho

Chris took off the metal mask that was wrapped around his head, rubbed the crystal lens of the mask covered with sweat stains with his cuff, turned his head to the busy alchemist apprentices in the laboratory and shouted: "Okay! Today's The work is over, everyone can rest!”

The assistant handed him a cold face towel and whispered: "Teacher, the person from the mechanics repair center sent someone over in the afternoon to remind you that the maintenance date of mechanical prosthetics has arrived. I will ask you when it will be... "

Chris squeezed the towel and wiped his face, frowned and said unhappy: "Mechanical Repair Center? I am an alchemist myself, so why do you need them to take care of my prosthetic limbs? Isn't this an insult to me?"

He looked through the work log handed over by his assistant and found that it had indeed been a month since Mr. Reiner personally maintained and adjusted his prosthetic limbs for him last time.

"No wonder I feel that my legs are much heavier than before these two days. I thought it was because I was too hard to work during this period..."

Chris manipulated two silver mechanical prosthetic legs and walked to the sofa to sit down. He raised his hand and signaled the experimental assistant to lift the toolbox to him. He took off the two heavy metal lower limbs with ease.

Alchemist apprentices gathered around and began to watch Chris dismantle his prosthetic legs while listening to some of the key points he said casually, which were extremely precious knowledge.

"Did you see it? The connection between the broken limb and the machinery is the key point in completing prosthetic limb transplantation. What is needed is soul suture technology! The secondary soul transformed into the main soul of the transplant recipient and the alchemy creature. , bridge it together in a special way, this is the real soul refining! Absolutely advanced alchemy technology! "

Chris took a metal syringe and drew a small amount of liquid magic energy into the liquid storage chamber at the knee of the prosthetic leg. He closed the hatch and tightened the screws. "The alchemy prosthesis not only needs to adjust and maintain the mechanical parts of the entity at all times, but also contains The soul core also needs to be nourished and protected with rich liquid magic energy, otherwise it will gradually dry up after a long time, and the prosthetic limb will turn into a piece of dead object and will never be able to be manipulated."

The alchemist apprentices were stunned. Although they could not understand at all, no one dared to interrupt Chris' temporary lecture.

Chris is very satisfied with the performance of his apprentices. Although he is currently recognized by Harvey as a new type of genius in the technical study of life refining and soul transfer, at least in front of other alchemy apprentices, he can do it. Just pretend to be a master and show off.

"My leg prosthetic limbs were designed by Mr. Reiner, the chief executive of the territory. Well... Lord Lord provided some ideas and support, but to be honest, I think there are still many flaws in it, such as..."

He showed off his fingers and pointed to the metal casting part of the soles of the prosthetic leg. "The shape design of the arch position is obviously not very consistent with the human flow line. I have observed other people who have completed leg prosthetic transplants, and The shape of the foot of a normal person is slightly different, which will lead to walking..."

While talking endlessly, Chris took off his entire prosthetic leg with great enthusiasm, and asked his assistant to cooperate with the parts to place neatly on the experimental table, commenting on the design defects and casting process one by one.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Anyway, the design concept of this set of prosthetic limbs is still too conservative. Although it can be seen everywhere and I want to strive to simulate the shape and function of the real body, I don't think it is necessary..."

Chris has always believed that the flesh and blood of high-level intelligent creatures like humans have not evolved much better, and it can be said that it is useless except for its smart brain.

Since you have the soul technology that can match the authority of the gods' creations, why not be bolder, absorb the advantageous characteristics of other races, and improve your weak body structure?

The ancient dragon's wings covering the sky, the frost giant's strong body, the magical eyes of the high-level demon, and the thick wrists of the abyss sea clan...

If all the souls of these creatures can be transformed into alchemy prosthetics and transplanted into human bodies, then they will truly achieve the great cause of the "artificial god" that countless alchemists have been eager to achieve for hundreds of years.

What a pity, what a pity... Chris smacked his lips and woke up from his unrealistic fantasy.

"Harvey has been talking to me about what scientific ethics...and experimental guidelines...it seems to be very disgusted with my proposal and ideas. He doesn't even want to install the eight-clawed ripples on the wolf spider beast. Alas..."

Forget it, it's not bad to have two alchemy prosthetic limbs made with soul refining technology, and a customized version of the robotic arm. It's not bad. Other body parts are transformed. Wait until you perform well for a while before you can find a way to get it together slowly. Bar.

Chris waved his hand and signaled his assistant to restore the prosthetic leg parts he had just dismantled, and put them back on his legs.

Half an hour later...

"Uh... mentor, why is this two-way gear missing on the knee of the right leg?"

"Huh? Huh? Why is there a toe missing from the left sole of the foot... I clearly saw it on the table..."

The apprentices were busy like headless flies, lying on the ground looking for parts that were lost at some time.

Chris collapsed on the sofa, covering his face with his hands and said indifference: "Take the stretcher and carry me to the mechanic center..."