115: Chapter 115 The Puppet Army Takes Shape

Spiritless Ruins, Underground Second Level, security chamber.

Dead silence.

The heavy refined iron door cut off all outside prying eyes.

Gu Shen sat cross-legged at the very front.

In front of him, three large jade bottles were arranged neatly. Inside the bottles, the pitch-green top-grade mutated wood marrow exuded a terrifying vitality and faint radioactive poisonous light.

"Such fortune is something the Puppet masters of the Cultivation World wouldn't even dare to imagine."

Gu Shen's eyes were cold.

He did not summon any Magical Artifact.

He held his hands out level, his ten fingers slightly spread.

"Soul-Pulling Threads"!

Three nearly transparent, absolutely invisible to the naked eye, extremely Yin threads silently drilled out along Gu Shen's finger bones.

These threads had devoured Magical Artifact embryo remnants and contained the extremely Yin Qi of the Nine Nether Silkworm. They were incomparably sharp.

"Go."

Gu Shen moved his Divine Sense.

Shhh!

The three Yin threads, like extremely precise scalpels, instantly pierced into the Iron Corpse's chest.

No blood flowed out.

Gu Shen closed his eyes. In his mind, the veins of the Thousand Mechanisms Spirit Pivot Array Diagram were running crazily.

He discarded the step-by-step meridian flow of the Cultivation World and, using the most efficient logic of Wasteland industry, forcibly carved energy circuits onto the Iron Corpse's bones.

Shhh shhh shhh...

Extremely faint, teeth-grinding sounds of bone cutting echoed in the chamber.

The Soul-Pulling Threads roamed over the hard iron bones, cutting grooves of uniform depth. These grooves avoided the necrotic flesh and reconnected the Iron Corpse's limbs and skeleton.

This was an extremely dull and Divine Sense-draining process.

Two hours later.

Gu Shen's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face pale. His Peak Qi Refining Level 7 Divine Sense felt extremely exhausted under such high-intensity micro-carving.

But he did not stop.

With a slight movement of his Divine Sense, he pulled a drop of essence white dew (inferior) from his Storage Ring and swallowed it.

The pure spiritual power dissolved, slightly alleviating the dryness in his Meridians. Gu Shen gritted his teeth and continued to control the Yin threads.

A full five hours.

When the last array pattern was carved onto the ankle bone of the final Iron Corpse, Gu Shen suddenly retracted his hands.

The three Soul-Pulling Threads retracted into his finger bones.

The bones of the fifteen Iron Corpses were now covered in dense, complex grooves resembling integrated circuits.

"Inject spirit."

Gu Shen opened his eyes and pulled the stopper from the first jade bottle.

His Qi Refining Level 7 magical power transformed into an invisible large hand, forcibly extracting the viscous mutated wood marrow from the bottle, turning it into fifteen pitch-green streams that were precisely injected into the starting point of the array patterns on each Iron Corpse's chest.

An incredible mutation erupted at this moment.

Zzz zzz zzz!

As soon as the mutated wood marrow touched the Iron Corpse, the remnant soul resentment hidden deep in the bone marrow reacted as if it had met a natural enemy, counterattacking wildly.

But what the wood marrow contained was the tyrannical vitality evolved by the Matriarch of the fourth level of the Wasteland after absorbing endless world-extinguishing poisonous light!

Devour! Assimilate!

The pitch-green wood marrow flowed rapidly along the grooves on the bones.

The black resentment was forcibly crushed, turning into nutrients that merged into the wood marrow.

The originally dead flesh, upon contacting this mutated vitality, actually began to squirm and reorganize crazily. Green fascia, like plant vines, grew rapidly under the Iron Corpse's skin, tightly wrapping and fixing the broken bones.

One bottle exhausted.

Second bottle. Third bottle!

Gu Shen did not skimp. A massive amount of mutated wood marrow was crazily poured into these fifteen bodies.

Click click click...

A bone-chilling sound of bone friction echoed in the chamber.

The fifteen Iron Corpses that had originally been limp on the ground began to expand and reshape eerily. The fatal wounds on their bodies left by Spells and Saber Qi were tightly covered by layers of tough, dark green vine armor.

"My Lord..."

The black terminal strapped to his left leg vibrated violently; Crab's electronic voice carried a tremor.

"My microwave radar is about to sound an alarm! What... what kind of monsters are these? Not only has their bone density recovered, but their muscle fibers have actually fused with high-strength plant cells! This is simply the perfect biochemical weapon!"

Gu Shen ignored Crab's exclamation.

At this moment, the ritual reached the final and most critical step.

"Soul Contract, form!"

Gu Shen's eyes widened, and his ten fingers suddenly flicked out fifteen extremely thin threads of magical power. These were no longer the cutting Yin threads, but threads of corpse control purely condensed from Divine Sense.

The fifteen threads, like fifteen invisible chains, instantly plunged into the center of the fifteen Iron Corpses' brows.

Boom!

A massive, cold, emotionless feedback surged along the threads into Gu Shen's Sea of Consciousness.

No resistance, only absolute obedience.

Swish!

In the chamber, the fifteen Iron Corpses opened their eyes simultaneously without warning!

In their originally dead eye sockets, eerie pitch-green light burned. That was the manifestation of the mutated wood marrow being filled to the extreme.

They stood up straight from the ground in unison.

No breathing, no heartbeat.

But the fierce, violent pressure they exuded made the air become viscous.

Gu Shen sat where he was, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He had succeeded.

Using the Cultivation World's "Thousand Mechanisms Spirit Pivot Array Diagram" as the skeleton.

Using the Wasteland ruins' top-grade mutated wood marrow as the blood.

Using the Qianji Pavilion's "Soul-Pulling Threads" as the nerves.

These fifteen Puppets not only perfectly retained the terrifying physical bodies of their Late-Stage Qi Refining lives, but because they had fused with the mutated wood marrow, they were completely immune to ordinary poisonous gas and illusions!

Even if their limbs were severed, as long as the wood marrow was not destroyed, the vine fascia could forcibly pull and heal the body.

"Monster Daoist Temple? The foundation of a major Sect?"

Gu Shen stood up, his gaze sweeping over these fifteen Puppet Iron Corpses that looked like demon gods.

"Before my legion, they are all dust."

"My Lord is mighty!" Crab flattered crazily in the terminal. "With this Puppet legion, we can definitely walk sideways in the first five levels of this Wasteland underground! Even if we encounter a Mutant Matriarch, we can just use these brothers to tear it apart alive!"

Gu Shen's eyes were deep, and he waved his large sleeve.

The fifteen tall Puppet Iron Corpses instantly turned into streaks of green light and were collected by him into his Storage Ring.

"Wasteland resources, let's harvest up to here for now."

Gu Shen put away the last half bottle of mutated wood marrow, drew the thunder pattern gold-slaying blade from his waist, and gently wiped the non-existent dust from the blade.

"The trap at Black Sand Market is still waiting for me."

"Myriad Insect Tomb, it still lacks a corpse collector."

Gu Shen walked to the corner of the chamber.

His Divine Sense converged to the extreme, and the dark golden iron bones in his body emitted a faint thunderous sound.

He would return to this Wasteland underground palace sooner or later to slaughter his way through the bottomless Thirteenth Floor thunder pool.

But for now, he would take this terrifying legion, stitched together from the technologies of two worlds, and return to the Great Yu Cultivation World.

To completely overturn that killing trap laid out long ago!

"Open."

With a thought.

Deep in his Sea of Consciousness, the [Heaven and Earth Furnace] let out a vast roar.

The pale white flames of rules instantly engulfed Gu Shen's figure.

In the chamber, the eternal silence returned.

Leaving only a floor of stone slabs stained with green juice, telling of what kind of terrifying killing machine had been born here.