There was a trembling voice in his heart, saying, "I don't want to die."

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It has been a day and a night since the first wave of undead summons appeared in the Lawrence Mountains of Canada.

Snow White Castle was still impeccably defended, and no enemy could cross the line and break into the castle, disturbing the puppet masters in the workshop.

The workshop was locked from the inside. During this day and night, except for the occasional small movement of grinding and cutting, it has been very quiet.

There was only a lamp on the workbench in the room, and the surrounding light was dim. There was a doll lying on the bed. From the limbs to the torso, it was made of ceramic material. It was made into the shape of an alpha. Its spherical joints are small and flexible, but this ceramic doll has no head on its neck.

Wearing a leather apron, the puppeteer sat beside the workbench, crossed one leg, resting the ceramic head on it, and the table was full of makeup tools.

The ceramic head has not yet had time to be carefully carved, but the puppet master's craftsmanship is exquisite, and the roughly carved facial features are also very three-dimensional and handsome. At this time, the makeup has been completed. On the cheek of the doll, a red line was drawn across the bridge of the nose from left to right, and then the pen was dipped in black ink, and a black line was drawn vertically, forming a cross with the red line, and finally a transparent layer was sprayed on the entire face. Matte paint.

The puppet master selected a pair of light green glazed eyeballs he made from the drawer and placed them in the empty eye sockets of the puppet. After that, he took out the short silver hair that was stored in the ziplock bag, and tapped it into the puppet's eye socket one by one. overhead.

Everything was ready, the puppet master placed the head on the body of the puppet on the bed, and tried twisting, bowing, and raising his head.

The puppet master couldn't count how many nights he hadn't closed his eyes, his eyeballs were covered with bloodshots, his chin was stubble, and he was too haggard. And the cracked hands propped up Eris' body.

The ceramic doll has no vitality, and naturally has no ability to support himself to sit up. He can only lean against the puppet master's arms with his limbs and joints twisted, his chin resting on his shoulder.

The puppet master took out the sacred clockwork from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole on the back of Eris' neck, and carefully rotated it half-circle and half-circle.

At first, the rotation of the clockwork seemed to be stuck because the interior was brand new and not used, but it went smoothly. The puppet master turned the sacred clockwork three times, and then used his A3 ability, the hand of God, and the tequila pheromone came from him. The glands spread to the surroundings and injected into Eris.

Behind the white ceramic body of Eris, a red-backed spider emblem emerged from under the skin of the lower waist. This step is very similar to printing a brand logo on a factory doll.

In the dim workshop, the lamp on the table flickered, and the puppet leaning against the puppet master's shoulder raised his head sluggishly, his light green eyes suddenly brightened, he rolled in his sockets and blinked, The corners of the bright red narrow lips curved upwards.

Finally, there were voices in the room.

"You said you liked a violent world, and life would change quickly. I've been following your order, Knicks, why do you seem unhappy?"

Eris's voice was the same as always, one part boy sunny, part dingo gloomy.

The puppet master focused on sanding the spherical joints on Eris' waist, and said calmly: "That must be based on the conditions of your immortality, Eris, the essence of human beings is a double standard."

"Okay." Eris moved his joints, which were still a little stiff and unsmooth, and raised his hand to squeeze his fingers a few times, and put them on his left chest.

"What did you put in my chest?" Eris closed his eyes and stroked his left breast. "There's something inside. It's hot and heavy like it's taken out of boiling water."

"How is it?" the puppet master asked.

Eris didn't know what to do, but was honored just because this mechanical core came from the hands of Knicks, and made a cross on his chest with his hand to promise: "I will treasure it for the rest of my life."

Eris put his hand on the back of the puppeteer silently, followed his back down to his waist, and before he was about to reprimand himself with disgust, he quickly took out a chip from the pocket of his apron.

It is a battle chip dropped from Athena's shield. It is the same version that Eris used to use. It can be used by the first experimental subject with number 6.

"Wait, I haven't thought about it yet." The puppet master was stunned and raised his hand to stop him. Eris already has a heart similar to human beings, and should be matched with a more reasonable program, but such reason requires sacrifice. In exchange for the price of combat power, it becomes difficult to choose.

However, staying up all night for several days in a row made the puppet master sluggish. He reached out and grabbed the air. Eris put the battle chip in his mouth earlier and swallowed it with his head up.

The special warfare weapon combat chip developed by the research institute can give the experimental subject an understanding of the weapon structure, fighting knowledge, combat awareness and slaughter tendency.

The chip suddenly returned, the sound of gears turning and biting sounded in Eris' body, and a golden reading program rolled over his eyeballs.

Then, he sensed the approaching danger of gathering outside Snow White Castle, stood up from the bed, and looked out the window.

The puppeteer quietly looked at this work of art entirely by his own hands - every muscle and every muscle on the slender calf could be stretched and changed with the movement, and it was too late to accurately measure the sculpted body by him.It was made by hand, but it was extremely agile. The most important thing was that he had a heart of the same proportion as a human being, and no one could reproduce such a mechanical core.

This is the doll he made in the shortest time. Although he has not had time to polish it carefully, he knows just by looking at the prototype.

Like all artists, he is unreasonably worried about whether his works will survive in the world after a hundred years. Eris, as a full-mimicry messenger-type ninth-level mature body, if he is allowed to grow savagely, it is inevitable that he will enter a period of deterioration.

He needs synephrine.