Alien Knights

Soul space, institute conference hall.

Cumberland stood beside Todd with a sad face, watching the battlefield replay on the screen.

The giant spherical undead in the picture hit the shield wall of the Crusaders with a loud noise. Flames and lightning struck the undead, but it seemed to have no effect. Countless parasites crawled into the shield and gnawed at it. Devouring those soldiers who refused to retreat.

Todd looked at the scene in front of him and asked in a low voice: "Fifty-five people were killed?"

Cumberland nodded and said: "Most of the dead were the orcs who were responsible for maintaining the shield wall during the first impact."

Todd reached out and paused the video, looked at the strange undead in the screen, and asked: "In the previous reports, there was never any mention of such an enemy?"

Cumberland affirmed: "Yes, I have never seen or heard of anything like this."

Todd stared at the picture carefully and said: "An organic core body composed of parasites strengthens itself by constantly adsorbing corpses... In this way, it seems that the host becomes a parasite, and the parasite becomes a Host."

Cumberland sighed: "Your Majesty, I am a warrior. I don't understand those profound truths, but I know one thing, that is, I messed up this battle."

Todd waved his hand to continue playing the video and said: "I have watched the replay of the entire battle. In that situation, no one can do better than you. You don't need to blame yourself."

Cumberland: "If I could be a little more careful, a little more cautious..."

Todd waved his hand to interrupt the old knight's self-blame: "The battlefield is changing rapidly, and it is impossible to predict every detail. What a good commander should do is to make correct and quick responses to emergencies. Choice...have you forgotten? This is what you taught me..."

Cumberland smiled bitterly and whispered: "Your Majesty..."

Todd continued to ask: "How's it going with the Crusaders?"

Cumberland: "What else... The shamans united to attack the Knights, because on the battlefield, I ordered the Knights to kill the infected soldiers."

Todd looked at Cumberland: "I can shut them up."

Cumberland shook his head: "No need, Your Majesty. Any rational person will understand my difficulties at that time... These shamans will be able to figure this out sooner or later, not to mention this is a victory."

Todd turned off the battlefield projection, turned around and said to Cumberland: "This wave of undead corpses is just the prelude to the next war. In the near future, more and more undead will attack Muxi City. I hope the knights The regiment and the Crusaders can be prepared for whatever comes next."

Cumberland stood up straight: "As long as I am here, no enemy will even think of stepping into Duixi City."

After saying this, Cumberland bent down and said to Todd: "However, Your Majesty, if you stay in the city, it will be of great help to morale."

Todd shook his head and said: "As I said before, the next battle will not only be our battle, it will be a showdown between life and death. We must try our best to gather allies, the Southern Empire, The Legion of Disputes, the Council of Elders... in short, all forces may influence the outcome of this battle. And me, staying in the city will not help all this."

Seeing Todd's firm intention, Cumberland stopped trying to persuade him: "Your Majesty, I understand... But you are alone outside, so you must be careful..."

Todd smiled and comforted him: "I can guarantee my own safety."

Suddenly, a ripple rippled up the walls of the conference hall.

Wayne Dunlop, wearing a lab coat and staring at dark circles under his eyes, walked into the room.

Cumberland glanced at Wayne, then saluted Todd: "Your Majesty, please allow me to take my leave first."

The latter nodded, and Cumberland disappeared into the air.

Todd looked at the shaky Wayne in front of him, frowned and asked, "How long has it been since you rested?"

Wayne counted on his fingers: "Two days? Three days? I can't remember clearly. Sleep is not a big deal to me."

Todd said seriously: "If you want to do your job well, then sleep is the most important thing. I don't want to see you collapse on the research table!"

Wayne nodded helplessly.

Todd slowed down his tone: "Let's get down to business now. You came to me. Is there any progress in the research on antibodies to the Necrovirus?"

"You can say yes or you can say no," Wayne said.

Todd: "Be more specific."

Wayne: "We extracted living samples from Marcus, the patient zero, from his nerve center. Through screening, isolation and culture, we obtained a large number of plasma cells..."

Todd interrupted: "Where's Marcus? Is he okay?"

Wayne was stunned for a moment, then said: "Oh, he's fine. He had some stress reactions after the operation, but it's not a big deal. I'll continue talking about what I said before..."

"Through those plasma cells, I isolated a large number of globulin. In terms of form, they include lectins, sedimentins, antitoxins, lysins, opsonins, neutralizing proteins and so on. I then spent a lot of time Time is needed to filter and classify these functional forms.”

When Wayne said this, he paused for a moment and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, do you still remember an experiment I once conducted, the soul weight experiment?"

Todd frowned. He was a little uncomfortable with Wayne's jumping thinking.

We were obviously talking about virus antibodies, so why did we suddenly talk about the soul?

Wayne was still there minding his own business and said: "While I was screening and classifying antibodies, I suddenly became interested in Marcus, an undead soul with a human soul. He is obviously dead, but his soul And how does it work?”

"I extracted some of his nerve cells and some undead parasites connected to them, and discovered a very interesting phenomenon."

Todd was also interested at this time: "Interesting phenomenon?"

"Put this part of the living body on the scale. The number on the scale keeps changing, sometimes it's lighter and sometimes it's heavier."

Todd asked: "Are you sure you eliminated all interference?"

Wayne: "Yes, air, temperature, gravity, humidity... I'm sure I have eliminated all interfering factors, but the weight of this part of living tissue stripped from Marcus' body is indeed changing all the time."

Todd pondered: "The experiment you did at Muxi University showed that when humans die, the weight will decrease."

Wayne: "So, I was thinking, assuming the soul really has weight, then it is normal for humans to lose weight when they die; but if the weight of nerves infected by undead parasites changes repeatedly, does it mean that The undead parasite acts as a kind of channel, allowing the host's soul to connect to a certain place and shuttle back and forth."

Todd became more and more confused as he listened: "Passage? Shuttle? What on earth do you want to say?"

Wayne took a deep breath and decided to explain in more detail: "Your Majesty, I once read a book in the Library of Heaven called Wave-Particle Duality."

Todd remembered that it had indeed read this book in its previous life, but it only remembered the contents.

Wayne: “Any microscopic particle, when locked by consciousness, will collapse into a local point particle; however, when consciousness is no longer locked on it, it will form a diffusion wave that spreads in any space. Anywhere.”

Todd opened his eyes wide: "I'm still not sure what this has to do with souls...?"

Wayne said anxiously: "Your Majesty, isn't this obvious? The so-called soul is actually such a particle. When it is in the consciousness of a living thing, it exists as a point particle, so it produces weight. ; But once it is released by consciousness, it becomes a diffuse wave and no longer has mass."