Frozen bodies, dead room, cold air, Dean felt as if he was lying in a morgue. He reluctantly looked at the place where he felt pain. There was a huge scar on his chest, from his neck down to his abdomen. It was conceivable that during the time he was in a coma, his body had been dissected to what extent.
He frowned, and a circle of dark golden light appeared in his pupils. His vision penetrated the skin of his body and saw the inside of his chest. Although he had guessed it, he couldn't help but feel lost when he saw the broken ribs and organs in his chest. Moreover, he saw that his heart was missing. In the place where his heart was originally buried, there was a pile of broken tissue.
At this time, a burst of dizziness came over him. He used Splitter's magic mark to accelerate his physical consumption. He saw that the blood in his body was stagnant in all the blood vessels. There was no circulation. Bursts of hypoxia made his vision go black. The stitched chest was restored in front of him. He was unwilling, but he could no longer hold on. Endless exhaustion came over him, and he fainted again.
In the back hall of the palace, the laboratories continued to operate. Every day, a large number of experimental subjects were sent to be dissected, implanted, analyzed … Corpses were carried out, and experimental materials were sent to Crimson Moon's office.
The experiments in the palace made all major organizations tremble with fear. On the surface, it was calm inside the giant wall, but the undercurrent was surging. All forces were secretly discussing. They were unwilling to continue to be squeezed. However, when it came to the discussion of crusading against Crimson Moon, all forces were quiet. No one was willing to go all out and pave the way for others. Moreover, Crimson Moon's power was like a mountain. Even if all the strong forces gathered, it would be difficult to shake her.
Time and time again, they parted on bad terms. Meanwhile, the experiments in the palace were still in full swing, and the subjects of the experiments were no longer just the lowly commoners. More and more nobles, high-order warriors of the witcher families, and so on were involved.
No one noticed that outside the giant wall of Sylvia, a figure was quietly flying over. He was tall and sturdy, with six pairs of black wings on his back. The dark feathers seemed to reflect light in the sun.
His eyes moved from the map scanner on his arm that was similar to an individual combat system, slowly moving to the towering and majestic giant wall in front of him. The corners of his pale lips curled up slightly, and then he slowly flew over.
Half a month passed.
He was a direct descendant of the Devil family. He was the younger brother of the new patriarch. He was extremely talented and was once an influential figure in the younger generation of the giant wall. He was sought after by many noble ladies and was an idol in the hearts of countless soldiers. But at the moment his head was shaved and his face was haggard as he lay in front of Fei Yue's scalpel. His handsome face was thin and he no longer had the arrogance he once had. There was only loneliness, fear and despair.
"No, don't …" The young man's lips trembled slightly. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his voice was already hoarse.
Crimson Moon smiled sweetly, and the whole world seemed to brighten up a little. She gently cupped the young man's cheek and whispered, "My dear, believe me, you will become the first god in this world!"
"B * tch …" The young man slightly gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words from his teeth.
The smile on Crimson Moon's face disappeared. She frowned slightly. Suddenly, she found that the method she used on Dean was not applicable to this person. She had already modified his memory. She was the woman he loved the most, the musical talent he had been painstakingly pursuing. But now, in the face of life and death, he had retreated. The oath he had once secretly made seemed as pale and weak as a piece of white paper.
It turned out that not all feelings could withstand the test of life and death …
She gently sighed and reached out her hand to press his forehead.
The young man slightly struggled, but soon his eyes turned white as if he had fainted and his body was stiff.
After a moment, when Crimson Moon removed her hand, he still did not wake up. But Crimson Moon did not have the slightest intention to wait. Her expression had returned to coldness. "Prepare the anesthesia."
Several old men around knew that the experiment had begun and immediately became alert. They did not doubt that what Crimson Moon said last time was just words of anger.
Two hours later.
In the quiet laboratory, only the sound of the instruments colliding could be heard. Crimson Moon and several old men looked dignified as they looked at the young man who had just implanted the heart of the Aragami. Success or failure depended on this.
Puff!
Suddenly, a purplish-black limb pierced through the young man's chest. As if it had sensed the figure standing beside the metal platform, it immediately reached out to the nearest old man.
The old man was so scared that his face turned pale. He hurriedly retreated, but the purplish-black limb was so fast that it instantly wrapped around his arm. Soon, his arm quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. This withered trend extended from the wrist to the elbow, and then the arm.
Puff! An old man next to him reacted quickly and waved his knife to cut off the old man's arm. A gray arm that was as dry as skin and bones was like a withered flower stem that had lost its nutrients. It was thrown away by the purplish-black limb and turned around to rush towards Crimson Moon.
Crimson Moon's face was gloomy. A silver light flashed between her fingers, and the young man's chest was cut open. The situation inside was horrifying. All the ribs in his chest were gone, and all the organs had disappeared. Only a mass of purplish-black flesh was left inside.
Whoosh! Both of Crimson Moon's hands were thrown out at the same time. Silver light flashed on her fingertips. The dark purple flesh in the young man's chest had just extended a few tentacles towards Crimson Moon. Suddenly, the whole mass of flesh bounced up and separated from the young man's chest. Then, it was gently pulled by an invisible force. Bang! It smashed into a huge container that had been prepared for a long time. Click! The lid was sealed.
Dong!
The dark purple flesh turned over and over in the container. It stretched out its tentacles and slapped the container, shaking it slightly.
The old men's faces turned pale. They did not expect that the experiment would fail again. Moreover, the rebound this time was even faster than the last time. Last time, Dean could at least hold on for a while, and the speed of the invasion of the Aragami's heart was clearly visible. However, this time, such a huge change had occurred just after the implantation. This was the result of the adjustment after half a month of experiments. Could it be due to the difference in physique?
Crimson Moon glanced at the Aragami's heart in the container, and her eyes fell on the young man's chest. After taking out the Aragami's heart, his chest was empty. Only a layer of skin was left, and the fat layer inside the skin was purple. Obviously, it was infected by the Aragami's factor.
At the moment, the young man had stopped breathing. His expression was frozen with fear. He struggled, and his mouth was slightly open like a statue.
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