Chapter 961: Section 630: Regret (Part 3)_2
But when a young man covered in blood with reverse-jointed blades popping out of his arms stepped out of the house, Malin couldn’t help but frown—the recent psychic control spell formation had been immunized.
No, not immunized. The psychic control spell formation required the target to have all the emotions a normal person possessed, and when it encountered a madman, the effectiveness of the spell formation wasn’t as potent... In other words, this young man with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes had completely lost his sanity.
Trying to control the mind of a madman? It would be easier for a deity to come and cure him than to do that.
"Military-grade cybernetic overload. This guy is equipped with shoddy cybernetic implants, yet military standards were used without sedatives, no cybernetic cooling valves or pressure reducing pumps; anything related to safety is absent, Sir Malin, take a look at his head with infrared vision."
Malin switched to infrared vision, and at a glance, he thought he was looking at a glowing red-hot frying pan bottom, geez, that head must be about seventy degrees by now.
"His brain should be about seventy to eighty percent cooked, right?"
"Not quite. It’s been completely augmented, or rather, coated in cooling protective fluid, which is a military-grade implant, usually used for assault teams who have had their brains replaced. However, his brain hasn’t been altered, but with the massive use of cybernetic parts and implants, only protective fluid could be used, otherwise, his brain would be completely gone."
"But now he is gone too. No one’s brain can withstand such high temperatures." To Malin, this guy was already doomed.
"But his integrated chip can compensate for the brain’s lost neural coordination abilities, he’s now a quintessential weapon. Sir, I’ve just completed a scan; his brain wave patterns are gone in the normal sense, effectively, he’s already dead." Jason gave Malin a new answer.