Spellcasting Heavens

Self-repair in alchemy? No! No! This is not self-repair in the ordinary sense, but already has the characteristics of a complete living body.

Luke seemed to have discovered something interesting, his eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

You must know that although the bionic alchemy puppet created by the Darent people also has a certain degree of self-repair ability, it is simply impossible to reattach a broken arm after the nerve conduction and energy transmission system is completely damaged.

The scene in front of me is not so much the crystallization of technology as it is a kind of special ability that life evolves and finally acquires.

There is no doubt that this guy with weird appearance and behavior has long ceased to be a simple alchemy puppet. Instead, under the interference of unknown forces, he has evolved into a special individual that is half artificial and half living.

Although it does not yet have complex logic, thinking and judgment, it has initially acquired self-awareness, and even knows how to hunt other intelligent beings and promote its own growth by devouring their flesh and soul.

Blood! Guts! Give me your blood! Guts!

The puppet obviously does not have a very advanced intelligence. It simply follows the originally set fighting instinct and its unparalleled desire to complete evolution. It keeps mumbling a few simple words in the Darent language and looks at the two. The boy who caused huge damage to himself for the first time.

It was obvious that in its pure consciousness, it had listed this little man as the number one threat.

As for the remaining trembling team members, they were firmly fixed in place by the red sticky substance sprayed out in the next few seconds, and became lambs on the chopping board ready to be slaughtered.

Staring at the puppet approaching him cautiously step by step, Luke suddenly asked in Darent language, which he had only recently learned, Who are you?

I...who am I? The puppet stopped, with a puzzled expression on his face.

That's right! Who are you? Or who do you think you are? Luke led the conversation with interest.

He could feel that the intelligence of the puppet in front of him should not be so low. Perhaps it was due to lack of communication and communication, or perhaps it was unable to overcome strong primitive instincts and desires. In short, even if part of the puppet's own intelligence was retained, it should not have changed. It looks like this weird thing now.

Who are you?

Without knowing how to answer,

The puppet asked the same rhetorical question.

You don't need to ask to know that his wisdom potential is being awakened quickly, and he even temporarily gave up his plan to continue attacking, stopping at a distance of less than ten meters from the target.

I am Luke, a traveler who is interested in lost knowledge. The boy answered calmly.

Luke? The puppet tilted his head as if thinking about something. After a while, he continued to ask: Is this your name?

Yes! This is my name. It was given to me by the tribal elders who raised me. Luke smiled and nodded.

When the few survivors in the distance who were trapped in the dark red viscous material saw this scene, they couldn't help but open their mouths, unable to believe what they saw with their own eyes.

Because in their eyes, this murderer who killed countless companions was a deformed, twisted, cruel, and bloodthirsty monster who should not and could not have intelligence at all, let alone communicate.

But now, Luke, who possesses powerful spellcasting abilities and is regarded by them as the only one capable of fighting them, has started talking to the monster in an incomprehensible language.

He... what is he doing? A man wrapped in a red sticky substance into a cocoon shape couldn't help but ask his companions who were close at hand.

The latter smiled bitterly and shook his head: How would I know? That child has a different way of thinking from all of us. Maybe he can convince the monster to let us go.

Let us go? Are you kidding me! That damn monster killed half of us, including the guide and team leader. Now, even if we leave the forest alive, we can't find the right path in the endless desert. There is no way to remember the places where supplies and rest can be taken. Don't be naive, we have lost our future and the qualification to live. An old man told the cruel reality with a bitter look on his face.

His words were like some kind of terrible curse, instantly making every survivor present look desperate.

Living in this apocalyptic world is so difficult. Often an unexpected encounter can cause a seemingly strong team to collapse in a short period of time.

However, the life and death of the team members is obviously not Luke's concern.

At this moment, he was carefully observing the connection between the puppet and its countless limbs, and asked meaningfully: Did you install these limbs yourself?

Yes! The puppet nodded without thinking.

Why? Why do you have to put so many tricks on yourself? Luke continued to probe.

Because they can make me stronger! Hunt! Then evolve! I... want to have a real soul. The puppet raised his head, his eyes filled with extreme desire.

Shocking!

An indescribable feeling welled up in Luke's heart.

He could swear that he had never seen such a head-numbing persistence and desire.

Willingness usually refers to a living being’s views or ideas about things, and it is also the driving force for putting it into practice.

If an ordinary person's desire to live is one, then the desire of the puppet in front of him to obtain a complete soul is one thousand.

You...can you give me your flesh, blood, and internal organs? You are very powerful. If I devour you, I will definitely be able to regain my life. The puppet slowly stretched out one of its thickest arms, trying to touch the boy's face.

But unfortunately, before it could get close, Luke cast a spell decisively and separated the two with an energy barrier.

He stretched out a finger, smiled and shook it in front of the other party: No, no, no, I will not give you my blood, internal organs, or even my soul. On the contrary, I can give you another one. A choice, a choice that does not require killing, but can still obtain a complete soul. But the premise is that you have to tell you how you became what you are now, and how you awakened your self-awareness? The most important thing is, What secrets are hidden in the ruins of this ancient city!

Soul! Give me your complete soul! Now! Now!

As if the puppet had been stimulated by something, its mood suddenly became intense, and its aggression increased from basically zero just now to the highest level in an instant.

If it wasn't blocked by a force field, it would definitely rush forward immediately.