Four Split Personalities

It wasn’t until then that the muddled orc suddenly realized that something was amiss and subconsciously looked up to dodge the helmet in the other’s hand, but due to extreme weakness, stumbled and fell.

"Hmm?"

Sergei narrowed his eyes slightly and in a flash, he appeared in front of the orc slave, grabbing his shoulders and yanking him up fiercely, sneering, "I didn’t expect you, bastard, to learn to resist. Heh, it seems the drugs we mix in the feed aren’t that strong after all."

"Let... let me go... you bastard!"

The feeble orc slave, with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets, stared at Sergei, clutching his wrists tightly, yet completely unable to shake Sergei’s hand, which was as solid as forged iron.

The latter smiled viciously and subtly increased his strength by a notch, making the orc’s shoulder blades crackle ominously, and said leisurely, "What if I don’t let go?"

"Ahh!!!"

The weak orc let out a scream of agony and began to desperately struggle, bellowing miserably, "The Chieftain will not forgive you, you dirty, stupid, nauseating scum..."

Thwack!

Sergei delivered a fierce knee strike to the orc’s left rib, asking with a cheerful smile, "Dirty what?"

Thwack!!

A hooked punch with a whooshing sound struck the abdomen, bending the orc’s body and forcing him to spew out a mouthful of filth.

"Stupid what?"

Thwack!!

"Nauseating what?"

Sergei shook his arm, lifted the orc slave who had already lost consciousness, and forcefully put the helmet on the orc’s head, spitting disdainfully, "Spit, trash!"

Iron Bolt rolled his eyes and said coldly, "I need him conscious, you idiot!"

"Of course, he can be conscious."

Sergei shook the orc, who was twice as burly as himself, and emitted a weak stream of energy into the orc’s chest, forcibly awakening him before casually asking, "And then what?"

Sergei, with the strength of an Advanced Fighting Monk, was very professional at controlling force. Even those three painful blows just now hadn’t caused any substantial damage to the orc slave, merely inflicting immense pain, which was also the reason Iron Bolt and another person who had yet to appear didn’t bother to stop him.

"Then put him down, and hand him over to me afterward."

Iron Bolt took out a palm-sized mechanical device from his pocket and, after his partner had complied, gently touched a crystal on it, grinning, "Alright, now let’s try the lowest level of interference first, and see what interesting reactions he will have~"

With that, he activated the Small Resonance Crystal at the top of the device.

At the moment the crystal emitted a hazy blue light, the helmet on the orc slave’s head buzzed and sent out a barely perceptible wave of attribute-less Magic Power. Next, the Interference Magic Crystal and Inhibition Magic Crystal around the rim of the helmet lit up, causing a spatial distortion within a two-centimeter radius around themselves, making it seem like light was refracted erratically due to a change in density.

Straight after that, the orc slave’s feeble struggling stopped instantly, his eyes became vacant and blank, and, like a puppet on strings, he staggerly stood up and turned towards Iron Bolt under some eerie power’s command.

Sergei folded his arms and chuckled coldly, musing aloud, "Wow, really spectacular. Did you cook his brain?"

"Shut up, you fool, I need quiet!"

Iron Bolt scolded and walked fervently to the front of the orc slave, pointing the mechanical device at his own mouth. He cleared his throat and said in a deep tone, "Hello, slave, I’m your master, the one you must obey."

Two seconds later, the orc, now like a walking corpse, blinked blankly and repeated in a murmur, "Master... obey..."

"That’s right, I’m the master, and you will obey me, all my commands!"

Iron Bolt laughed excitedly and then abruptly pointed at Sergei, issuing a shrill command, "Kill him!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Sergei yawned boredly and turned to look at the orc slave rapidly approaching him, shrugging, "You plan to have this trash kill me?"

Iron Bolt shook his head and instructed Sergei seriously, "Cripple his legs, don’t bother controlling the force, just make it painful enough, just don’t let him die."

"This is what you claimed,"

Sergei nodded slowly and then shook his arm, easily dodging the orc’s pounce before casually slapping the creature, knocking it to the ground and stepping on its leg.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The orc slave let out a wretched scream as it began rolling on the ground, clutching its right leg which had been completely crushed.

However, Sergei showed no mercy as he walked forward and stomped on the slave’s other leg with all his might.

"What are you screaming for? Kill him! Slave! Kill the man in front of you, hurry up!"

Iron Bolt roared at the screaming orc, squatting in front of him and pointing at Sergei, shouting, "Kill him! Do you hear me, go and kill him immediately!"

But the only response was an increasingly piercing howl.

"Well, I knew the minimal level of inhibition wouldn’t work; he still retains the ability to feel pain,"

Iron Bolt didn’t seem surprised but muttered seriously to himself and then picked up the mechanical device in his hand again, vigorously adjusting the crystal at the top, causing it to emit a burst of dark blue light.

The helmet around the orc slave’s head twisted again, and meanwhile, the continuous screams and howls came to an abrupt end.

"This thing of yours..."

Sergei’s expression finally changed, and he looked at Iron Bolt with serious concern, hesitating, "Not only can it control others, but it can also block the sensation of pain?"

As the one who personally disabled the slave’s legs, he was well aware of the degree of pain the orc slave was enduring.

Iron Bolt nodded and grinned, "Quite insightful, but the experiment has just begun. I need to find the most stable threshold to ensure that these flesh puppets don’t encounter any accidents. Don’t worry, it won’t take too long."

Sergei didn’t say much more, as he suddenly realized that if Iron Bolt managed to succeed in this, then he really could be promoted to a second-class operator, a position Sergei had strived for years without even coming close to reaching. At that time...

"How can I assist you?"

Sergei asked succinctly.

"Easy, just drag another slave over here, knock them out, and lay them down here,"

Iron Bolt, uninterested in Sergei’s obvious attempt to curry favor, continued squatting next to the orc desperately crawling towards him, without looking up, and said, "I need to gather more data."

"Alright."

Sergei nodded slightly, then turned and walked toward the carriage, soon returning with a frail, unconscious female orc, whom he laid down in front of Iron Bolt.

Iron Bolt grinned and pulled out a rusty knife to hand to the immobilized orc slave wearing a helmet, ordering the slave as he pointed at the unconscious female orc, "Stab her shoulder."

The pain-insensate male orc struggled to prop himself up and crawled half a meter towards his ’companion’ from the same carriage, then lifted the knife and stabbed decisively at her shoulder.

A sharp scream suddenly erupted from the forest.

"What... what are you doing!"

The short-haired female orc, awakened by the severe pain, stared in disbelief at the familiar face in front of her, "Pat! Pat why are you..."

"Stab her in the abdomen, Pat,"

Iron Bolt coldly interrupted the female orc’s questioning, commanding the orc slave clutching the knife, "Pat," "Do it immediately!"

No sooner had he spoken than Pat swiftly raised the knife again...

But he did not stab her as before.

Instead, he began to tremble uncontrollably.

Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-five: The End