Chip processor, is it a corpse
At this time, Harvey suddenly took off his prison uniform. Because the blood from the whipping on his body was stuck to the clothes, a crisp "hissing" sound could be heard when he took it off. Countless wounds that had just stopped bleeding were torn open again, and blood flowed out from the knuckle-wide wounds and flowed along his dark back. At first glance, it seemed as if countless eyes were shedding tears.
"I'm actually quite surprised that you know about the processor." Harvey said as he wiped his body with a towel. "This is not a knowledge point that is taught in the orphanage. Most people in prison don't know what is controlling their chips, just like an ant can't see the person above it."
"What imprisoned us was not a prison, but a chip. Broken Lake is just a room in the Blood Moon Kingdom."
Igula leaned against the wall with his hands folded. "I consider myself to be well-informed. I often go in and out of high society. I even made a plan to be imprisoned in Shattered Lake. That's why I deliberately inquired about the operating mechanism of Shattered Lake Prison. I was lucky enough to learn about the existence of the processor... How can you, a scavenger, know such secret information?"
Igula's tone was just right, with three parts of arrogance and seven parts of suspicion. He quietly aroused the "resonance" magic spirit while speaking, trying to ignite Harvey's emotions. If Harvey really knew some secrets, he would definitely be eager to tell the news and the source of the news to show off.
However, Harvey just glanced at Igula in the mirror and asked calmly, "You have all been to the hospital, right? Have you noticed that there are no private hospitals in the Blood Moon Kingdom, only hospitals affiliated with research institutes and obstetrics and gynecology hospitals."
"Isn't this normal?" Igula felt puzzled: "Even if there is a private hospital, I won't go there. Affiliated hospitals charge low fees, have a good reputation, are guaranteed, and have a large number of medical staff. Private hospitals have no room to survive."
"Generally speaking, medical technicians come from all races, including humans, lizards, elves, orcs, and even ogres..." Harvey said, "But there is a department in the hospital that only has people of the same race. People of other races are not allowed to join the department."
Langna glanced at the bloodstains on Harvey's back and said, "Since it's related to the research institute, the race you're talking about must be the Blood Saints... But which department are you talking about?"
"Department of the Management of Dead Bodies."
Harvey wiped his wounds vigorously with a towel. His face was distorted with pain, but he still said calmly: "If I say that the institute opened an affiliated hospital and banned the issuance of private medical licenses just to keep the body disposal department firmly in its own hands, would you believe it?"
Ash was naturally confused by what he heard - opening a hospital just for a department? Buying crabs just to dip in vinegar
However, Igula seemed to have passed an inspiration test and asked, "I remember that your most serious crime was 'disposing of corpses without permission', and the Blood Saint Research Institute wants to firmly control the source of corpses... Could it be that corpses are a very valuable resource for the Blood Saints?"
"Corpses are not only a resource, but also a taboo for them." Harvey smiled slightly: "You were surprised that the chip processor was a corpse just now, but what if I tell you that all the Blood Saints are corpses?"
Ash recalled the arrogant white-haired hunter Gerard, and could not connect him with the corpse. Although he was a bad card player, he was obviously a smart man with a quick mind, only slightly worse than Ash.
"A corpse... yes, a corpse. That makes sense!"
Igula suddenly realized: "I have also wondered why the Blood Saints have such a long lifespan and never age. It is obvious that immortal species like elves will also age. I used to think it was a miracle effect, but if it is a corpse, then of course the appearance will be frozen at the moment of their death!"
"Come to think of it, I have seen the Blood Saints before, but I have never heard their heartbeats." Ronald held his chin up and said, "Lonna, you are from the Moon Shadow Clan, you should know more, right?"
He turned his head, but found that Langna's expression was very strange, or rather, he had no expression at all. He didn't speak, didn't move his eyes, and looked straight ahead, like a frozen wax figure.
"If he is from the Moon Shadow Clan, he cannot make any response to this topic." Harvey said, "The two tribes of Blood Moon signed an oath when they changed races, and they must maintain the secrets of both sides."
Ash asked, "Does this mean that the processor that controls all the chips on death row is a member of the Blood Saint Clan?!"
"Don't worry, we haven't gotten to that point yet." Harvey said, "The Blood Saints have been hiding the secret that they are corpses, and at the same time they control the sources of all corpses, in order to prevent people from studying corpses and learning the Undead faction - the Undead faction is currently the only faction of magic that can control corpses!"
"In other words, necromancers are the natural enemies of the Blood Saints. Although I cannot control the Blood Saints as easily as I control corpses, if I were to fight against a Blood Saint sorcerer of the same level, unless he is also proficient in the necromancy faction, I am sure that he would not even be able to activate his sorcerer spirit, and his soul would be obliterated in a daze, turning him into a real corpse!"
Iguera raised his eyebrows and reserved his opinion of Xavi's statement.
Each faction of magicians will say that their faction is the most powerful, just like Igula firmly believes that the Psychic faction is the strongest faction. Harvey is so crazy about the Undead faction, there must be a lot of water in it.
This kind of saying, "We were banned because our faction is so powerful," is circulated in almost every unpopular faction.
Langna had a similar attitude. As an exiled Moon Shadow, he must know more, but because of the oath, he could not reveal anything.
Ronald and Ash both had expressions that said, "You're awesome, I'll follow you." Ash clenched his fist and said excitedly, "Okay, then if Hunter Captain Gerard catches up with us during the prison break, it'll be up to you, Harvey, to handle it!"
Harvey's face froze. "Although they are natural enemies, it's not possible for one wing to fight three wings..."
Well done... Igula glanced at Ash and thought to himself that he was indeed a man who could deceive and deceive people. He had suppressed Harvey's status with just one sentence. Under the seemingly admiring face, there were language traps full of evil intent. Was this the talent of a cult leader
Harvey changed the subject: "However, although I cannot compete with the real Three-Winged Holy Domain Blood Saint Clan, if the opponent falls into a special state of sleep, that's another matter. For example... the remains of a Blood Saint being used as a chip processor!"
What Harvey said next reminded Ash of a term: biotechnology!
Because of the magician system, the magician technology in this world is very advanced. For example, the chip on the back of the neck is a derivative of magician technology. However, the chip is at most a mobile terminal for people to send and receive messages, watch videos, listen to music, and use it as a locator. However, if you want to control people's behavior through the chip, it must exceed the functional limit of the chip.
Those needs that cannot be met by the "functional limit" are naturally filled by "miracles". However, the only one who can cast a miracle is a magician, and only a magician is needed.
Even if the magician is dead, he can still perform miracles as long as certain conditions are met.
The so-called chip processors are actually the corpses of Blood Saint magicians who have returned to the virtual world. The Blood Saint magicians use the miracles of the necromancy faction, alchemy faction, and electromagnetic faction to recycle these corpses, and eventually turn the corpses into terminal processors that can automatically receive and send chip signals!
This is not only environmentally friendly and energy-saving, but also imaginative. It breaks through theoretical limits and allows death row inmates in prison to experience technology that might only be invented hundreds of years later in advance.
But Ash had a question: "If we only need the corpse of a magician, it doesn't have to be from the Blood Saint Clan, right?"
"Here is my guess," Harvey said. "Although the existing Blood Saints are corpses, their souls have not returned to the Void Realm, and their bodies are still alive. This makes it easy to draw a conclusion - their souls remain in their bodies. If we speculate further, they are probably in their blood."
"Even if most of the soul in the corpse has dissipated, there may still be a few fragments of the soul left in the blood and flesh."
Igula understood immediately: "Resurrection?"
Harvey nodded. "For the Blood Saints, a corpse does not mean complete death. 'Becoming a processor' may be an important step in the resurrection ceremony. Moreover, not all Blood Saint magicians become 'processors'. This may even be a benefit that only high-level magicians are entitled to."
"By the way, I have done a special test. When I open the chip light screen and perform complex operations such as browsing videos or playing curtain games, my soul energy will be obviously depleted, but it will recover quickly, and even the magician will find it difficult to detect. As for why this amount of soul energy is consumed, it can be explained as the energy to run the chip, but it can also be explained as... the nutrition needed by the corpse."
Ash felt uncomfortable listening to this and scratched the back of his neck subconsciously. It was as if everyone had a tube at the back of their neck, with a withered and old corpse at the other end, absorbing the nutrients of the living every minute and every second.
"Ugh! Ugh!" Ronald shuddered, and suddenly rushed to the cubicle and vomited into the toilet - he was so disgusted that he vomited!
Harvey put down his towel and turned to look at them from the sink: "So, are you willing to accept me in?"
This time even Igula couldn't find fault: "Archibald, welcome to join us."
"Don't worry, I need to verify it." Harvey asked, "You should have a way to remove the chip, right? If you can't remove the chip, the so-called jailbreak is just a joke."
Igula nodded: "Yes."
"Well, at least the plan has a chance of success. But before I join, you must sign a contract and agree to one request of mine—"
"Necromancer." Igula's voice turned cold. "I admit that you brought some very interesting information, but it is only interesting. Until now, I have not seen what contribution you can make to the prison break."
Langna patted Ronald's back to make him feel better after vomiting, and said, "You said you can control the body that is the chip processor. Does that mean you can directly change the permissions of our chips?"
Harvey shook his head. "No, we must use the Sinner Directory to modify the prisoner's authority. Unless we can remove our mark from the Sinner Directory, there is no way we can reduce the chip restrictions."
"Then what use are you?" Igula's expression became more and more unfriendly.
"Although I can't reduce our restrictions, I can increase restrictions on others. It's difficult to open the shackles, but it's easy to add shackles to others."
Harvey stroked his neck gently with his hand: "The prison guards' chips are also under the jurisdiction of the processor."