All Chapters of The Prison Dragon: Unrivaled Medical God: Chapter 131
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The Broken Mirror
The Roof of the Spire.Altitude: 40,000 Feet.the wind was screaming at this altitude.Ethan was lying in the debris of his Drop Pod. He was cowering, and holding the Crimson Heart. The necrosis of his arm which was black was throbbing, creeping up his neck like a living tattoo.The Imposter was opposite him.The Golden King was floating some few inches above the white tiles. His suit was unwrinkled. His hair was perfect. He gazed at Ethan with a cold coldness of a scientist at a dying-lab-rat....You are degrading, The Imposter remarked, calm as the wind. "...Your timeline is being consumed by that stone. You... there are... ten minutes of life you have."...Plenty of time," Ethan rasped.He squeezed the stone.His hand discharged Red Gravity. It was not the hygienic, violet space of the Guardian. It was sharp, unsteady and bloody.Ethan didn't throw a punch. He threw the roof.He tore up a huge piece of the white bio-steel flooring, and threw it at the Imposter.The Imposter didn't
The Falling Star
The Roof of the Spire.Status: Critical Failure.The world of unstable plasma, which was formed by the conflict between Ethan and the Imposter Red Gravity and Golden Light, was growing bigger.It didn't just burn; it erased. The roof tiles of white bio-steel evaporated. The huge support structures of the huge Antenna Array melted."...Ethan!" Elena screamed in the noise of wind. "...The roof is going!"She was right. The integrity of the crown of the Spire broke.CRACK-BOOM.The whole upper part of the tower--a platform as large as a football-field--lopped off.Gravity took hold.The platform tilted 90 degrees.And Jarek and Kael and Elena started to slide to the edge and scraped the tiles that were melting."...I got you!" The Phantom yelled.The killer melted his legs into black smoke. He struck back with sweep of dark, and enclosed a jagged support beam, which still was secured to the main tower. He seized Elena and Jarek using his physical hands."...Hang on!" The Phantom set his
The White Sky
Volume 6: The Final EquationSector 7. The Crater.Time: 0 Minutes Post-Victory.The dust of the death of the Imposter was yet to clear.Ethan was at the bottom of the melted hole staring up at the sky which was full of smoke. He couldn't feel his legs. He couldn't feel his hands. The numbness that was creeping through his chest was the only thing that he felt.The Blood-red Heart no more Had disappeared, to ashes. But the price it had taken was, as ever. His skin had become a chart of dead veins--the black necrosis--the Blood Rot."...Ethan!"Elena slipped down the side of the crater, and did not think of the heat. She threw her sniper rifle, and got on her knees next him.She touched his face. She lost her fingers covered with black sludge."...Mom..." Ethan wheezed. His voice was like a gravel-crunching voice. "...Did we... clear the sky?"Elena looked up. The yellow glow of the Swindler had passed. The red storm of the battle was subsiding.It is very obvious, Elena thought, and s
The Lazarus Protocol
The Ark. Med-Bay.Time: T-Minus 0.The operating room was sterile, cold, and quiet except that the surgical droids were humming.Ethan was fastened into the bio-bed. He was bare with a body like a road to destruction. Blood Magic in the form of necrotic black veins had rendered his left arm into a black charcoal shell. His chest was caved in. His heart was hardly beating on the monitor.Lord Gear stood over him. His consciousness had been uploaded into an AI in a specialised medical chassis; a multi-armed engineering instrument."...Banking Lazarus Protocol... The voice of Gear had no emotion, but there was the hesitation. "...Step 1: Amputation."A scalpel lasered into life.Ethan opened his eyes and he looked at the ceiling, yet he did not see the laser. He was already drifting.ZZZZZT.The dead flesh of his left shoulder was cut through by the laser. The arm fell away. No blood; the veins were immediately cauterized.Gear moved to the chest."...Step 2: Cardiac Replacement."The ri
The Living Virus
Sector 7. The Alleyway.Time: 5 Minutes Post-Awakening.The huge corpse of the Harvester Captain was smoking away amidst the wet pavement. Its chest was a hole that was gaping with the new fist of Ethan punched through.General Kael gazed upon the blue blood which was glowing on the wall. He looked at Ethan.His trained boy was no longer there. Standing there was a weapon.The left arm of Ethan was a masterpiece of White Bio-Steel the plates moving without a murmur like muscles. The Plasma Core was vibrating at a low and dangerous hum, and his chest shone through his rags: the hospital gown."...We need to move," Ethan said. That metallic sub-harmonic had come to his voice now. It vibrated in Kael's teeth. "...The network is aware of the fact that this unit is offline. They're coming.""...Who is coming?" Jarek enquired, and his rusted axe."...Everyone."Ethan pointed to the sky.High above the glass domes of the metropolis, a group of white lights broke away around out of the mother
The Digital Ghost
Sector 7. The Formating Plant (Previously the Industrial District).Time: 02:00 Hours.It was an all-white porcelain monolith, vibrating with the buzz of a million hard drives all turning in sync with each other.General Kael, Ethan, and Jarek were squatting on a catwalk that was more than fifty feet above the factory floor. They wore stolen Harvester robes, white, hooded robes, which shone with the light-twisting material.The horror was industrialized below them.Conveyor belts were miles in length. Thousands of human beings were standing on them. They were naked, shaved, and dumb--stuffed-with-neural-dampeners of their collars.The Vat was on the end of the line.It was an enormous bath of boiling White Liquid--clean Progenitor Nanites.The human beings were dipped in the liquid using the conveyor belt. They went in flesh. They came out... Formatted.Their skins became whitened as marbles. Their eyes became blue LEDs. They didn't move. They didn't breathe. They were statues. Their
The Ghost in the Sword
Volume 6: The Final EquationSector 7. The Formatting Plant.Time: 02:05 Hours.The industrial madness was present in the factory floor.The Blue Liquid was foaming at the top. Thousands of these formatted men--who had been made living hard drives--were dropping their porcelain shells. Stone clucked and peeled off leaving pink, raw skin behind. The air was filled with screams of confusion and terror and the hum of the machinery was drowned.Ethan crossed the metal grating in the middle of the commotion.SWISH.Something pure void energy made a slice where his head had been a microsecond ago.The Silencer appeared noiselessly upon the cat-walk above him. It was a nightmare of smooth black ceramic and blue light. It lacked a face and instead had a smooth sensor array to monitor the heartbeat of Ethan. Its weapons were long scalpels that whizzed at a rate that could slice bio-steel....Target Locked," The voice of The Silencer was a digital screech. "...Variable: Wolf. Threat Level: Crit
The Variable of Zero
Sector 7. The Factory District.Time: 02:15 Hours.The sky fell.It fell not as fire or meteors. It was a vertical column of pure white light that came in silence.The Orbital Erase Beam.It struck the top of the Formatting Plant. There was no explosion. The construction merely no longer had a matter. The steel girders, the concrete, the rest of the machinery--it was all white sand at a glance.Ethan dashed out of the hole that Jarek had drilled in the wall. The wave of air pressure threw him on his back on the street outside against the asphalt."...Go! Don't look back!" General Kael was roaring, and dragged a stumbling civilian by the arm.The factory broke down behind them. The white cloud of erasure swelled out and ran after them along the street. It moved faster than fire."...It's gaining on us!" Jarek yelled. He was running behind the pack, throwing his huge cybernetic frame between a group of awakened children. He flung with the Void Scythe which he had stolen out of the Silen
The Mannequin King
Sector 7 Airspace. The interior of a Hijacked Harvester Transport.Time: 04:00 Hours.The conveyance was a passage-less white coffin that flew through the clouds. Indoors it was stifling of ozone and sterilized air.In the pilot seat was Ethan with his White Bio-Steel arm resting directly into the flight console. The Imposter (in his head) was leading his hand, translating alien flight controls as they came.Jarek, General Kael, and Nara were sitting in the cargo hold behind him. Harvester Robes they had, which were stolen and gleamed light-bending material which concealed their weapons and their faces.We are now nearly at the blockade, Ethan said. His voice was flat, metallic. "...Three Destroyers. One Mothership."... Do not twitch, The Imposter said in the head of Ethan.Bio-rhythms are scanned by them. When your heart rate exceeds 60 they vape....Scan detected--alternated Nara, holding her datapad. "...They're pinging our ID code."A voice boomed over the comms. It wasn't human.
The Calculus of War
Volume 6: The Final EquationThe Roof of the Spire.Altitude: 3,000 Feet.Ethan charged.The hum of his White Bio-Steel arm was a source of power, the whining of servos as he stretched his speed to the maximum. He brought up his plasma sword, and was targeting the golden ring that was the face of the Archon.The Archon didn't move. He didn't raise a shield. He didn't summon a weapon.He just talked of one variable."Gravity: 10x."Ethan hit the floor.It wasn't a trip. It was a crush. The atmosphere in his environment had fallen ten tons. His knees crashed on the roof tiles and broke them. His plasma sword slipped away in his hand, and was too great to pick up. He had difficulty in breathing and his new cybernetic heart pumped frantically to circulate blood to his brain.You think straight lines, Unit 001, The Archon said, hanging above him. "But the universe is curved."Jarek attempted to inflict an attack on the flank with his Void Scythe upraised.The Archon swiveled his head here