I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

However, on this noisy Halloween, Strider, who had planned to stay at home all day, welcomed a guest.

"Happy Halloween, Master Strade!" K5 knocked on the door of Strade's laboratory, and an old man with messy hair poked his head out from inside.

"I remember you, K5, the only T-doll who insisted on using an undead body. You want candy too? I need to find some..." Although he had absolutely no desire to celebrate this spooky holiday, as a world-traveling wizard, Strider was willing to respect the cultural customs of the base. He didn't want to be kicked out by Sun Yang for losing his temper.

"Master Strade, I'm not here to ask for candy. I want to add some festive atmosphere to Halloween, and you might be interested in this experiment." K5 said as she moved aside. Behind her was a large trailer with a pile of biological flesh that had not yet been processed.

Oh? Barbecue? It's rare for a humanoid to approach me. Strider was slightly touched.

"I don't advocate wasting food. If you're just treating me to a barbecue, you can come back tonight." Strider declined slightly, but he wasn't against the idea of ​​having a barbecue.

"Why should I treat you to barbecue? Take a look at this. This book contains some kind of spell for summoning the undead," K5 handed a book that looked quite old to Strade. "I'm running low on magic power, so I'd like you to help me study it."

"Don't try to fool me with something you picked up from somewhere. I, Strade, have always been serious about magic. Even the humanoids under Master Sun Yang shouldn't mock me." Strade muttered to himself as he took the manuscript from K5's hand.

However, K5 did not rush to refute, but just looked up and waited for Strade's reaction. After Strade glanced through a few pages, his eyes gradually became serious.

If this book is truly a forgery, then the author should possess a natural understanding of magical construction... This book records rituals involving sacrificial summoning and assisting in the stabilization of celestial bodies. The entire book is narrated with a relatively rigorous attitude.

Based on the knowledge accumulated by Strider during his long years of magic research, he judged that this thing might be the real thing.

"Where did you find it?" Strade asked excitedly. He had never expected that he would finally encounter another magic system. Where Master Sun Yang went, there was basically no magic power. This made him worried.

"On the east coast of the Fallout world, didn't our reconnaissance team spend a long time in the Boston area? This book is one of the spoils the team brought back. The other humanoids can't sense magic, so they don't feel anything, but since I've honed my abilities, I can vaguely sense some kind of evil power from this book." K5 answered honestly.

Evil? Strider didn't sense any evil at all. Besides, if offering flesh and blood could gain power, all that was needed was sufficient meat. The creator of this magic must have been a very conscientious person. At least, Strider felt that this person must have a very conscientious heart.

"Should we give it a try? We should still have a few hours, so we can try some basic magic. But wouldn't it take quite a while to decipher this book?" K5 was eager to try. She had finally entered the world of magic and was eager to learn more.

"That's not necessary. I already know how to do it. Although the results may deviate, they are within an acceptable range. Have you reported to Master Sun Yang?" Although it was not the system he had studied, the intelligent Strade quickly figured out how to perform the rituals in the book.

"I haven't yet." K5 scratched his head and said.

"That's not necessary. Master Sun Yang has authorized me to conduct magical research that can enhance the base's combat effectiveness within a controllable range. Let's get started."

"Oh... I can finally do what a magician should do!" K5 was very excited after hearing the answer.

"The sacrificial ceremony is only a part of the magic experiment...your existence itself is far more powerful than this ceremony. But a ceremony is a ceremony, you must conduct it with caution. Prepare your weapons, as the experimental site may need to be destroyed at any time." Strade was very calm and carried out the preparations before the ceremony in an orderly manner.

Thanks to the efforts of K5 and Strade, a brand new sacrificial ceremony was prepared in a secret room in less than an hour.

The large amount of meat K5 had prepared was piled in the center of the ritual. As Strade chanted incantations resembling prayers and supplications, the flesh and blood began to evaporate rapidly. Strade could also feel his own magic power draining away.

The amount consumed is extremely lethal to humans. This ritual may directly drain the souls of ordinary humans, and after the souls are drained, people will turn into zombies.

If the demands of the ritual become too great, the ritual keeper themselves will be devoured, the small amount of magic contained in their flesh used to fill the gaps left by the ritual.

"No wonder this note requires as many people as possible to perform the ritual, or to capture a few unlucky guys." Strade took out the note and looked at it, muttering to himself.

However, this level of consumption is just a drop in the bucket for Strider. He is an undead who can briefly fight powerful psychic creatures like the Elder, and his mana bar is equivalent to that of ten thousand ordinary people.

"I really don't know what will appear." K5 stood at the back, holding a laser gun, ready for battle. If the summoned object was too strange, then they would have an obligation to deal with it. Honestly, she was quite looking forward to summoning strange creatures, or time travelers or something.

After the flesh and blood were devoured, a vast black hole sank into the center of the ritual. A pale bird claw slowly emerged from it, but behind it was not a giant bird, but a wet, plump, trembling mass of flesh. This mass of flesh had a dozen arms and legs, twitching and moving in the air.

"Hmm? A soulless yet self-propelled creature? And it looks like its life energy is constantly weakening? No, it's being absorbed?" Strade put on his iron mask and looked at the ceiling for a long time. "I see, I understand. Master Sun Yang's soul barrier is digesting this creature. Life energy is the soul, which means it's a giant stomach, and we are all judged to be indigestible... But this life energy is indeed huge, and it will take a long time to process."

"No, don't understand it yet... This thing seems to be neither edible nor tamed? This definitely can't be used in Halloween ceremonies, right? It's a bit too disgusting." K5 held the laser gun and aimed it at the strange creature.

"Just knock it down." Strade casually picked up the staff and cast the Soul Crystal Gun, but it only broke some biological tissues.

"Huh?" "Huh?" Strider and K5 both uttered puzzled sounds. K5 raised her gun and fired, but the laser rifle in her hand could only barely burn off the monster's skin.

"Is it because you absorbed the magic power of the undead that you have some of our characteristics? I see, you have a strong resistance to the magic of soul crystals..." Strade said as he quickly retreated.

"Strider! What should we do with this guy?!" K5 decisively ran back after discovering that the laser gun could not sweep.

"Master Sun Yang, please help me." Strade said, picking up K5 and decisively running out of the laboratory. He activated the alarm and the isolation door. The amorphous creature, after crashing into the isolation door, began to slowly corrode the alloy door.

***

Beep! Beep! Beep!

As soon as Sun Yang arrived at the door, he saw the distress signal sent by Stride. The next second, he saw Stride carrying K5 and opening the door.

"What a coincidence, Master Sun Yang. There was a problem with the experiment and I need your help to solve it." Strade put the trembling K5 aside and briefly explained to Sun Yang.

"I guess it was K5's bad idea." Sun Yang frowned. When the alarm sounded, high-temperature incineration immediately began inside the isolation door, and the scorching plasma jet filled the entire room.

The amorphous monster writhed in the flames. According to the notes, this type of monster wasn't very powerful once summoned; explosives and shotguns could kill it. However, this strength was entirely due to the summoner's own poor quality, their magic power was minimal, and when it was distributed among many people, the summoned creature was nothing more than a weakling.

But the things created by Strider's pure magic are different. Although they are the same creatures, the difference in strength is also outrageous because of the different materials used.

Hiss, hiss, hiss... This creature seemed to have inherited some of Strider's powers. It spewed out a large amount of acid and rushed out of the isolation chamber before being burned to ash. Its physiological resistance strength was reported, and even after being burned by the plasma jet for several minutes, it still maintained basic mobility.

However, it was unable to escape. In front of it was Sun Yang, who had already rubbed the Sunshine Spear.

Zip! The Sunlight Gun flashed past, and at extremely close range, Sun Yang thrust it into the creature's body. A single shot vaporized a small portion of its tissue. Sun Yang continued firing the Sunlight Gun like a gun, until not a trace of debris remained.

"It actually works..." K5 watched Sun Yang's cleaning process and couldn't help but admire it.

"Because I'm not good at miracles, this alien creature has retained my own characteristics. Hmm? So it can inherit the biological characteristics of the undead?" Strade looked at the ashes and touched his chin.

"Next time we do something like this, can you prepare enough heavy firepower, such as nuclear grenades?" Sun Yang muttered, turning his head.

"I'm sorry, my Lord..." K5 shrugged and apologized, holding the laser rifle in his hand.

"I don't mind you doing some messy experiments, but the prerequisite is that you can at least clean up your own mess. Okay, call me if you have any problems." Sun Yang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately arranged for a drone to come over for maintenance work.

Beep, beep, beep! Sun Yang's communication channel started ringing again.

"Professor! We need backup! A group of young Rhynchophorans in training have escaped from the training grounds! They've consumed the special potion we prepared, and now they're—! Ah, don't eat me! Don't shoot! We've been training them for ages! I can't shoot even if I'm being eaten!"

The scientific figure in the video was being held in the mouth of a Rhynchosaurus, screaming and wailing. The security figure and the passing tactical figure were holding their weapons, so it was difficult for them to shoot. The Rhynchosaurus then bit the figure for a long time, successfully breaking several of its teeth into pieces.

After all, this scientific research figure needs sufficient body strength to inspect the body of the Rhynchosaurus, and this strong body is completely beyond the ability of a young Rhynchosaurus to bite.

"This stupid dragon! I can't write my dental observation report anymore!" The research figure wailed as it landed, grabbing the nearby stun gun and shocking the Rhynchosaurus. But the well-fed and well-fed Rhynchosaurus juvenile wasn't fooled by this. It simply grabbed it and flung it against the wall.

"I'll arrange the staff..." Sun Yang sighed helplessly, complaining as he sent a message, "Today is such a chaotic day. Just like always."

Finally, after a busy whole day and dealing with a lot of trouble, Sun Yang and the humanoids finally started the Halloween party normally.

Surrounded by a young Rhynchosaurus wearing an iron beak and various humanoid figures in bizarre costumes, Sun Yang opened the first bottle of sparkling wine and announced the start of the Halloween late-night party.

Alone, Strade hid in his laboratory. Sun Yang had left behind some dust when he killed the indeterminate creatures, and Strade noticed through his iron mask that this dust contained some peculiar properties. The life force within had dissipated, but the remaining debris still had some value.

"Hmm... maybe it's a new breakthrough?" Strade looked at the bottle in question. The dust inside was trembling slightly under the intervention of its magic.

As for what can be researched...that's a story for later.

Halloween Special (End)

Today is December 12st. Girls’ Frontline 21 is now open for public beta.

It can be said that I have been mentally tortured by Yunmu since the beginning of October and continue to be tortured until now.

I thought things would get better, but from all aspects now, it seems that there is no improvement.

The reputation was terrible, the program was a mess, and the other two works were also affected.

Tired. Don't want to reconcile with this thing.

There is no Young Master 2.

Volume 1 This Must Be a Fateful Encounter

Some common settings at the beginning

Hello readers, here are some changes and explanations regarding the background and settings. If you haven't played or are familiar with Girls Frontline and Dark Souls 2, you may be confused by the content.

Below are some revisions based on the original work.

First, let's consider the Iron Blood troops' deployment and equipment. Iron Blood's regular troops are robots that act like idiots without a commander, relying solely on pre-programmed plans. In the original game, these troops were commanded by Iron Blood elite humanoids. Therefore, without a commander, these robots' movements become rigid and incapable of performing delicate tasks.

Secondly, the original game doesn't mention the Iron Blood infantry's conventional firepower (or I didn't notice it). The manga does mention that the Iron Blood's weapons are plasma or particle. It also mentions that the Jupiter Cannon's firepower was weakened by the rain.

Then I looked up what plasma weapons looked like. I saw the perpetually overheating plasma weapons in Warhammer 40k, as well as the plasma weapons in Fallout. I figured the weapons in Iron Blood's illustrations had nothing to do with plasma, and didn't even have a heat sink.

I always feel like the Iron Blood troops are much more powerful in the comics than in the game. In the game, the powerful ones are the elite Iron Bloods, while the puppet soldiers in the game are not very accurate except when they are in a group.

As for the military, even with the Field Shield, it's strange that the Sangvishes' reliable plasma weapons were being suppressed. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure.

Then I went to various places to ask various netizens and brothers and sisters in the comment sections of other platforms. The general meaning was that this thing works well on paper, but it is only on paper.

Because it's still in the experimental stage, it has numerous glitches and design flaws. It suffers from severe long-range degradation, a dismal dispersion, and its power is significantly reduced by rain and fog (if the Jupiter Cannon didn't have this flaw, the commander in the comics would have died). Since the Sangvishes lack scientific research capabilities, they're just making do.

Well, it was normal for Iron Blood to be killed by a car, and its combat effectiveness was finally not destroyed.

Considering that Yunmu himself sometimes uses words from books or just makes up random words, I will try my best to explain why energy weapons are relatively weak.

If you ask me what's strange about it, it's probably Neto's fighting ability (sad).

Then there's the common setting found in most science fiction works. Energy weapons are very effective against shields, magic shields, psychic shields, and the like, while live ammunition weapons are weakened. While the author has considered explaining this, it's a common setting in many works, so I'll just take it as the basic setting.

Finally, let's consider the strength of the base units. As we all know, the humanoids are all highly intelligent T800s disguised as humanoids, so unmodified humans are often completely overwhelmed. In the original story, the submarine base's military personnel are severely beaten by the humanoids in urban combat. The elite troops who fought the M4s and completed their mission were able to stop them, relying on their intelligence and mobility, as the physical performance gap is enormous.

Of course, physical strength is only one indicator. Combat experience, intelligence (software), and prepared weaponry all play a crucial role in determining combat effectiveness. Generally, the AK15 is the strongest T-doll, followed by the Rebellious Squad and the AR Squad, and then the modified elite civilian tactical T-dolls.

This is also my personal opinion: unless it's armor-piercing rounds or large-caliber weapons (even an AK-15 would explode if hit by anti-aircraft fire), pistols, submachine guns, and assault rifles are essentially equivalent to scraping. Everyone's seen "Terminator 2," where the police's submachine guns and pistols are useless against robots, except for the T-1000, which can be shot in the head by a shotgun.

It is difficult to avoid OOC in terms of characters. The author can only try his best to make the characters of Girls' Frontline not get sick during battles. For other things, I can only beg for understanding.

In the Girls' Frontline comics, you can easily headshot or shatter an enemy's body, and in the plot, the Iron Blood Army is defeated in just a few rounds. I assume that Girls' Frontline's weapons just look like old guns, but the ammunition and weapons have actually been updated. After all, assault rifles can be equipped with armor-piercing rounds.

Finally, I don't believe the combat capabilities of the Girls' Frontline animated figures. However, I don't think anyone who has played the game would actually believe that. A more appropriate reference would be the Girls' Frontline 2 chase scene.

That’s about it. If there is anything else that needs to be added during the writing process, I will update this chapter.

Supplement: The agent is the second-in-command of the Iron Blood elite force, and is very good at operations. Although she is actually the top leader, as the previous top leader is no longer in charge, she is responsible for the overall management of the Iron Blood.

Humanoid Pascal, the leader of the Oasis Base of the Cloud Atlas Project, and a researcher of artificial intelligence, but he seems to know a little bit about everything in the work.

Dandelai's electronic warfare capabilities have been returned to M4, and anything that needs to be connected to the Internet cannot escape the clutches of M4.

If there are readers who want to read human-shaped yuri stories, please click X. I don’t write yuri stories.

01 Although I am an immortal, I am still living a life worse than death

"Have you ever dreamed about that lost place?" whispered an old lady who was sewing silently at the loom with her eyes blind.

"Once the 'Mark' is revealed, everything you have will be lost."

"That is the mark of the curse. The mark of darkness."

"Whether it's the past, the future, or the light."

“When you no longer even remember the fact of loss, you will become a non-human, a beast that devours souls, a wandering soul.” The silk thread in the old lady’s hand was wrapped around the spindle again and again, and the fine white thread kept spinning.

"Far to the north, on the other side of the high wall, there once stood an ancient kingdom founded in the name of a great king. I remember it was called 'Dolan Gureg'."

"You should already know. No, it's better not to know."

"But one day, you will reach that decaying gate, whether you like it or not."

"Your body and mind will be tortured, again and again..."

"That is your only viable way...cursed one." The spindle in the old lady's hand stopped turning. She looked over and pointed in a direction.

Someone who had forgotten their name, their past, even forgetting forgetfulness itself, stumbled, relying on instinct to reach a certain house. Inside the door stood three elderly women and a younger maid.

The old woman said something mockingly, but the man, having forgotten everything, could no longer understand what they were saying. When he came to his senses, he only had a delicate little figure in his hand.

"Then, can you still remember your name?" the old woman said to the wandering soul in front of her.

Sun Yang. This was the only thing he could think of when he heard the question.

A multitude of memories flooded into my head, and the small object in my hand dissipated into the air.

The wandering soul's dark green skin trembled, as if it was occupied by something and began to reshape itself.

Its body grew taller, its bones thicker, and then its skin began to whiten and its hair began to grow. Soon, a young man with black hair and brown eyes, and ordinary appearance, stared blankly at the old woman in front of him.