Chapter 347 Eternal Stasis
Metropolitan Shelter, Intelligence Agency.
A large mirror was erected in the monitoring room.
Dr. Allen stood in front of the mirror, using his detection skills to monitor the fierce fight in the desert in real time.
Just when the "Wanderer" was about to punch the prophet away, the image reflected in the mirror suddenly shook violently and then disappeared.
"Dr. Allen, what's going on?!"
Margaret asked in surprise.
"The detection signal was interfered by a mysterious magical force, and the situation at the scene could not be seen clearly."
Alan frowned.
"Does the interference come from the wanderers or the false prophets?" Margaret asked.
"It's hard to tell at this point... but from experience, it was most likely the work of a false prophet. Similar situations occurred when I was monitoring him before." Alan shrugged and spread his hands.
"You have tried your best. It's not your fault."
Margaret comforted her husband and turned to look at the boy sitting on the sofa.
The boy looked less than ten years old, wearing black overalls and a white short-sleeved shirt, like an elementary school student.
Margaret moved her lips, but she still didn't dare to say the word "father". She asked the boy politely but distantly:
"What do you think?"
"Nothing to see."
Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated as a boy, has a childish voice and gloomy expression, which forms a sharp contrast.
"Wanderer, I'm afraid you can't escape the clutches of the false prophet. There's no need for you to continue wasting your time. Go home and be with your children."
"But...if we act now, maybe we can still do something!" Margaret said unwillingly, "Even if we can't take the Wanderer, at least we can disrupt the situation and prevent the False Prophet from getting the Wanderer!"
"You don't want others to have what you can't have?"
Dr. Solomon asked his daughter back with a mocking look on his face.
"I'll say it one last time. Everything is under my control. All you have to do is not make things worse."
Before he finished speaking, he stood up and left.
Bang!
The next second after the door closed, Margaret was so angry that she smashed the teacup and her chest heaved violently.
Alan walked over to his wife, patted her shoulder, and tried to calm her down.
"Dear, are we really just going to do nothing and watch the homeless fall into the hands of the cult?"
"If we do nothing, at least we won't be blamed."
Alan said meaningfully.
Margaret understood her husband's hint, sighed, and couldn't help complaining to him:
"My father used to be a hero in my mind, but as he got older, his mind became twisted... I'm really worried that in the near future, he would fall from a hero to a sinner and make an irreparable mistake."
"This is his own choice. As the younger generation, we can only respect it even if we don't understand it," Alan said softly.
"If he insists on making mistakes, you, me, and even our children will have to bear the consequences. Can you accept that?" Margaret asked unhappily.
Alan was silent for a long time and sighed:
"No matter what, he is your father. I don't want to offend him before the situation exceeds my tolerance limit."
"Tell me, what is your bottom line?"
"You and the children cannot be hurt!" Alan replied firmly.
The anxiety and anger in Margaret's eyes turned into tenderness. She hugged her husband and whispered in his ear:
"Me too, honey."
…
The desert under the moonlight.
On the pale sand dunes.
The prophet's lonely figure was buried by the wanderer's huge shadow.
Yet he did not escape.
Calmly raise your right hand and extend your index finger.
With one finger, he stabbed at the huge fist that was coming down on his head.
puff!
The fingertips flicked lightly, causing a slight explosion in the air .
The seemingly insignificant blow shattered the wanderer's entire right arm!
The plasma and shattered crystal cores turned into turbid clouds.
The wanderer's huge body was flicked away by the prophet's finger and rolled straight into the sky.
Alan looked up, a sneer on his lips.
Following the "Transcendence of Fear" and the "Transcendence of Mind Barrier" that blocks detection, he also hung the "Dimension Lock" on the field.
The wanderer's broken right arm is regenerating on its own.
A circle of silver light burst out around the body, and the transmission began.
The collision just now has proved that the prophet's power is far beyond it.
The instinct for survival prompted it to think about escaping.
Escape to a place .
The transmission halo dimly extinguished.
The Wanderer's teleportation ability was sealed and he fell from a high altitude.
With a bang, he fell into the sand pit.
Alan raised his hand and pointed, and the soft sand turned into rock, trapping the wanderer who was still struggling in the sand pit.
With the strength of a wanderer, it is not difficult to break free from the rocks.
However, it wisely gave up resistance.
Because the cruel reality is right before our eyes.
Continuing to struggle and angering the prophet will only result in even more severe punishment. It is better to surrender obediently.
…
Liberty City.
Cathedral of the Titans, basement.
On the ceiling, there is a ball of "eternal flame" suspended to replace the chandelier, emitting a bright but not warm light.
A naked body was taped to the wall.
Although it had long lost its head, heart and one arm, the corpse was still alive and twitched from time to time, as if it was struggling.
The Wanderer's Strength attribute must be no less than 80 points.
The thin tape obviously cannot limit its freedom.
The pressure comes from the prophet on the opposite side.
Powerful magic power radiated from his body, pinning the wanderer to the wall, making him unable to move.
Alan was sitting at the lab table, analyzing cell tissues extracted from homeless people.
Judging from the results, there is no significant difference compared with other Titan Primarchs.
Similar to other Titan Primarchs, the Wanderer is also adept at using psychic power to control Titan cell infected people.
Teleportation and crystal core armor are also standard skills.
In addition, the Wanderer can convert the magic power in his body into force field impact and release it through his fists and feet, thus forming a shock wave with huge destructive power.
This is its main means of attack.
Alan recorded the results of these analyses.
He stood up, put on plastic gloves, picked up a sharp scalpel, turned and walked towards the homeless man.
The wanderer seemed to realize what this terrible man was going to do to him, and he struggled even more violently.
The spiritual fluctuations emitted are full of temptation and prayer.
It tried to seduce Allen, sacrifice all its organs except its head, left arm and heart, and then merge with it to form a complete human body.
In this way, Eren, as its contractor, can gain access to its full power.
It did sound tempting, but Allen calmly refused.
He captures "wanderers" not to make a contract.
Now his power is strong enough that he does not need the help of the Titan Primarch to enhance himself.
The "wanderer" is placed here just to serve as bait.
Before the prey was hooked, Alan had nothing else to do, so he dissected the wanderer himself to examine its physiological structure.
In the gloomy basement of the cathedral, the wanderers let out silent but tragic wails through mental fluctuations.
Alan was indifferent.
The scalpel cut into its belly calmly.
A homeless person whose gender characteristics cannot be seen from his appearance.
The reproductive organs in its body are not exactly the same as those in humans.
With the help of the analysis of the Taotie system, Allen learned that the wanderers have both male and female reproductive organs and can reproduce on their own.
No wonder the five Titan Primitives, with the Wanderer as the main body, are called the "Titan Matrix" after being fully combined.
The church bell tower sounded midnight.
Alan packed up the experimental equipment and released the Taotie field.
The moment he got rid of the suppression of the Taotie's origin, the wanderer's "regenerative" physique regained vitality and the wound on his abdomen healed quickly.
After finally catching his breath, Alan came over again.
He raised his hand and pointed at its chest, and the wanderer immediately froze.
"Prayer" simulates the 8th level magic "Eternal Stasis", cutting off the wanderer's time connection with the outside world.
From this moment on, time stops flowing for it.
The wanderer is thus sealed in the prison of time, with his physiological activities and even thoughts stagnating at this very second.
Until Alan returned to the basement and released the "eternal stasis".
For the next seven days, Alan came to the basement every day to study the homeless.
Now he is no longer satisfied with simply taking flesh and blood from the wanderer, he also injects his own blood into it.
This caused great panic among the wanderers!
Ordinary biological plasma, once absorbed into his body, would instantly be contaminated and assimilated by the Titan cells.
However, the blood of the prophet contains a vitality more powerful than its cells.
Not only can it not be assimilated by it, but it gradually assimilates the Titan cells in its body.
The wanderer noticed that subtle changes were taking place in his body.
It does not know whether the changes brought about by the Blood of the Prophet are good or bad.
But the change itself is enough to scare it.
Fear comes from the unknown.
Now, the homeless also experience what it feels like to be "polluted".
Just like those people who, after being infected with Titan cells, live under the shadow of cancer and death.
On the eighth day of his captivity, Allen did not show up all night.
The wanderers in the state of "eternal stagnation" have no idea what is happening outside.
Until dawn, the seal that imprisoned it suddenly loosened!
The wanderer only then vaguely sensed the shouting and roar of gunfire coming from outside the city.
Shortly thereafter, it sensed four familiar mental fluctuations.
Including it, five Titan Primarchs gathered in Liberty City!
As the distance between the Primarchs continued to grow closer, the resonance between their souls became stronger and stronger.
The wanderer drew strength from the spiritual fluctuations emitted by his own kind and struggled desperately!
If we give it some more time, it will be able to break free from the seal and regain its freedom.
However, at this critical moment...
Crunch——
The basement door was open.
The prophet walked in calmly.
The wanderer froze, at a loss.
Alan stood in front of him, his eyes deep.
"You want to be free again?"
"Then keep hoping and keep struggling."
"Maybe a miracle will happen."
The indifferent words echoed in the dim basement.
At the same time, a fierce fight was going on outside the city.
Dr. Solomon, who had been patient for many years, finally launched a full-scale siege on Liberty City that night.
Seven years ago, the main defense force of Liberty City was still the militia organization "Wings of Liberty". Facing the all-out attack of the Solomon Mercenaries, it was almost impossible to hold on.
However, things are different now.
The current "Wings of Freedom" is not only a militia organization, but also a "crusader" defending the Church of the Titan.
Every militia squad has a chaplain who not only provides religious encouragement but also actually improves combat effectiveness.
Every military chaplain is at least a B-level superpower, and has awakened the warlock bloodline and possesses the ability to cast spells.
When necessary, you can cast spells to attack enemies , heal injured comrades, and provide buffs.
It can even transform into a giant and engage in hand-to-hand combat!
The siege launched by Solomon's mercenaries ran into a head-on collision with a spiked iron plate.
Despite their military advantage, their repeated attacks were repelled.
The losses were heavy, but no decent results were achieved.
"It doesn't matter, keep attacking."
Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated as a boy, gave a cruel order without caring about his own casualties.
While the mercenaries were attacking the city, Margaret and her husband came to Dr. Solomon.
"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry to find us?"
Margaret simply couldn't call a little boy "father", and she tried not to show her disgust.
"You and Dr. Allen, come with me into town."
"But Liberty City has not been taken yet."
"It's okay." Dr. Solomon said calmly, "You two will teleport directly to the city with me to visit an old friend I haven't seen for a long time."
"Wait a minute!" Margaret couldn't help but raise her voice. "Liberty City is the enemy's base camp. Even if most of the enemies are attracted to the defensive positions, the city is still too dangerous. You don't need to take such a risk."
Dr. Solomon waved his hand, signaling his daughter not to say anything more.
Seeing that he was so stubborn and that it was no use trying to persuade him, Margaret could only look at her husband for help.
"Don't worry. Since your father has decided to enter the city, he must have made a careful plan in advance. All we have to do is protect him."
Alan squeezed his wife's hand and gave her some encouragement.
Margaret clenched his hand as a drowning man would clutch a piece of driftwood.
…
In the living room, which smelled of tobacco and cheap coffee, there was a deck chair.
Professor Butler was sitting in a recliner, smoking a pipe and looking through an old photo album.
In the faded photos, he was also surrounded by his wife and children.
In the more than 20 years since the disaster, all family members have passed away.
Just like millions of ordinary people in the world, he died from cell cancer.
To this day, this lonely old man with no relatives can only remember his family in photo albums.
In the kitchen, the short and fat nanny was making coffee.
The fierce fighting outside the city made the nanny uneasy.
I accidentally spilled coffee on the counter and was frantically trying to clean it up.
At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open.
With a loud bang, a fat strange woman rushed in, breaking the door frame.
Immediately afterwards, a man who looked like a scholar followed the fat woman in.
The last person to enter was a boy who looked like an elementary school student.
"Hey! What's wrong with you guys?"
The nanny stormed out of the kitchen angrily, waving her arms at the three uninvited guests.
"Professor is not receiving visitors today!"
Bang!
Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated as a little boy, snapped his fingers casually.
The nanny's complaints came to an abrupt end.
The skull was like the lid of a kettle on the kitchen stove. Under the high-pressure impact, it flew up with a bang!
The boiling brain matter sprayed directly onto the ceiling.
