I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

Grimlock clasped his hands and watched Chen Yu playing with the Bone Crusher, and the external display screen projected a funny .jpg expression.

"Failed, right? I told you, you can't achieve results by slaughtering indiscriminately."

Chen Yu carefully dismantled the pieces of the skull, revealing the organic brain with fibrous roots dancing wildly inside.

The dense pink fleshy whiskers that can scare a trypophobia to death are as thick as chopsticks and as thin as rice noodles.

It is attached to the alloy plates and electronic components with nostalgia, and after being peeled off, it is pulled in the air with all kinds of unwillingness.

Many of them followed the snake stick and climbed onto Chen Yu's tweezers and fingers.

Chen Yu remained calm and allowed the cute little whiskers to harass him and try to penetrate his skin.

In fact, he is not the real person, but clone number 1.

Magical creation, without flesh and blood entity, immune to the attacks of flesh tendrils.

No. 1 explained while concentrating on the operation:

"The communication has indeed failed. This thing is not crazy, but has been completely transformed into a dependent by a high-ranking being and controls its mind."

"But I'm doing surgery and doing research, not slaughtering. Understand? How can a researcher's affairs be called slaughtering?"

Grimlock shrugged anthropomorphically, and a Jerry Rat emoticon popped up on the screen.

"A tough talk means you are in a hurry."

No. 1 picked it up and took off the alloy head as if to throw it away. Grimlock was so frightened that he transformed into a car and hid outside the laboratory.

"Human, your action is far more dangerous than just a joke, right?"

Although deadly spores cannot be released on Blue Star, the metal plates and steel locks that adhere to the minced meat cannot be contaminated either.

"If you continue to learn yin and yang on the Internet, I will tear you apart like this guy."

The flesh and blood tissue was already withering, and there was no time to slice it and observe it under a high-power microscope.

No. 1 immediately expended mental energy to explore the cell structure of the tendrils.

It can only be said that it is very different from the animal and plant cells of Blue Star, but it is generally understandable.

Being able to understand itself is the most incomprehensible thing.

Because the functions of various organelles are clearly placed there, they should never have the effect of eroding the silicon-based biological processing unit as Grimlock said.

"Obviously you can't understand."

The robotic arm is equipped with an electronic eye and peeks in from outside the door.

No. 1 did not accept his ridicule and asked calmly: "Convert silicon, germanium, gallium and other semiconductor elements into carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, etc. without any nuclear reaction. Do you have any ideas about this kind of miracle?"

"No." Grimlock replied without hesitation, "We have done countless similar observation experiments. Even with our technology, it is impossible to do it and it is completely incomprehensible."

"It's just that you can't understand it technically." No. 1 showed an expression that you can't understand. "This is magic, a magic with a very high level of mystery, at least level or above."

"There is no doubt that your hometown and people are being targeted by an evil god of level five or above - just like my hometown - maybe called Nurgle or something."

Grimlock became serious, "Are you saying that the so-called Unicron is an evil god in disguise, coveting our planet?"

"It's obvious. Please forgive me."

Without the protection of the metal body, the pink brain is wilting and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The fleshy whiskers curled and shrank listlessly.

This is also something that cannot be understood by common sense. After all, the head armor was not originally sealed to protect the brain, so it stands to reason that the organism is always in contact with the air.

Considering that Chen Yu is currently stuck at the peak of the third level, he is unable to understand such mysterious things above the fifth level.

Advancing to the fourth level on the biological side may solve the problem.

But if he were to be promoted just to compete with "Nurgle" who had no grievances, it would not be worth the gain.

The power over flesh and blood is too limited and unattractive for Chen Yu.

Seeing that if something is not done, the Bone Crusher Demon's brain will wither.

Based on the idea of ​​using waste, No. 1 quickly drew a five-element magic circle around it.

"What if I forcibly turn it into the normal form I recognize?"

The brain frantically waved its tendrils in a desperate struggle, and quickly turned into a slimy puddle.

The smell of rotting banana peels hung in the air.

No. 1 threw the dismounted body of the Bone Crusher Demon, including the shell and flesh, into the Five Elements Array.

The earth-yellow body immediately sprang out from the disconnection point with countless crazily twisting tendrils.

These things seemed to be scrambling to escape, and finally fell limp and turned into mush.

Together with the steel body as the inhabiting shell, it also twisted, brittle, and eventually shattered into several pieces.

No. 1 had an expressionless face and used his telekinesis to wrap up this pile of stuff and dispose of it.

"It's pretty much what I imagined. This mass of mutated flesh and blood is so twisted that it can no longer be explained by biology. Any attempt to restore it to normal is no different from killing it."

Grimlock's manipulator swayed from side to side, "Don't worry, there's nothing there. Just tell me, what will you gain after a long day of work?"

No. 1 smiled and said: "What do you think of the magic circle that is highly toxic to mutated flesh? As long as the Decepticon is caught in the magic circle, it will definitely die."

Grimlock let out an electronic laugh like a barbell, "Such an efficient way to kill enemies! It's eye-opening!"

"No great invention can be achieved overnight. A vulgar robot like you who is eager for quick success and instant gain doesn't understand. Okay, let me show you the research results that will be effective immediately."

He took Grimlock to another workshop, where a yellow Chevrolet sports car was parked.

Grimlock saw the problem at a glance, "You used processing units to construct a deformable body, and even piled up decent control cores. The technique is very sophisticated, but it's useless."

"Why should we care about the Allspark if we can make Cybertronians with just industrial forging?"

No. 1 waved his hand, "Don't worry. Now I'll show you a miracle."

He stretched out his palm and shouted "Sword comes!"

The main body took out Frostmourne from the space and transferred it to No. 1's hand.

A horrified emoji pops up on Grimlock's screen.

"Such a powerful and twisted psychic reaction!"

"Don't panic, the things inside have been completely brainwashed."

No. 1 looked back and smiled at Grimlock, "Otherwise you think I care what the large amount of Cybertron documents you want is for."

He pointed his index finger towards the inscription on the spine of the sword and pulled out a light thread.

"go with!"

With a flick of the index finger, the thread disappeared into the Chevrolet.

No. 1 clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and muttered something.

Yuan Chengzhi's soul transfer research results have already been delivered to Chen Yu.

Now he uses the constructed mecha as a demon and stuffs the brainwashed soul into it!

Grimlock saw some clues and couldn't believe it: "That's a human soul. No, it can't be stuffed in!"

"How is it impossible? I thought it was possible!" No. 1 shouted with confidence.

bass--

Invisible waves rippled from the car body.

The Chevrolet shuddered and deformed in an unfamiliar manner.

I got stuck halfway and fell into a long test.

Seeing this, Grimlock was worried about him, and the alloy feet pressed against the ground.

After a long time of hard work, the thing finally took on a human form.

Peaks, wasps’ waists, peach hoards, long legs…

Number 1 scratched his head.

Where's the promised bumblebee?

Is this image of a machine girl gross?

Could it be that! The soul of the experiment was originally a woman?

Careless! You should pick it up!

He, or rather she, looked around, confused.

"Who am I? Where am I?"