"This is called weak attack?" Dean looked at Poland.
Poland was a little embarrassed. He coughed and said, "Well, it's still a semi-finished product. We don't know its specific abilities, so it's better if we don't get too close to it."
Dean was too lazy to pay attention to him. Previously he said that it was used to explore perception. Now he said that it was a semi-finished product. It was obvious that there was no truth in his words. Even if Dean used coercion it would be difficult to get the core information.
Suddenly, a scene flashed through his mind, and he was stunned. The next moment, he turned his head and looked straight at Poland, saying: "What is this thing called, how many do you have here?"
Poland's heart tightened as he saw the sudden change in Dean's expression: "This … It is called 'Black Prison'. There is only one of it in our institute. Other branches also have it but they are semi-finished products like this one."
Dean narrowed his eyes: "You have always said that it is a semi-finished product. What is the ability of the finished product?"
Poland's face slightly changed. He hesitated for a moment: "The finished product should be similar to this one. But the volume is a bit bigger. The ability is the same but a lot stronger."
Dean deeply looked at him. He turned to look at the black mucus in the glass jar. Bone armor appeared on his arm as he reached out to grab the black mucus.
The black mucus sensed Dean's approach. The surface of the mucus squirmed and stirred up many particles, like a frightened cat. But the next moment, a bunch of black tentacles sprang out from the mucus and stabbed at Dean's arm.
Dean's speed increased as he punched into the glass jar. He quickly retracted his hand. There was a ball of black mucus in his palm. It felt soft and slippery to the touch. He looked at it for a while and suddenly took out a match from his pocket and lit it up. The scorching heat caused the black mucus in the glass jar to immediately go dormant. The surging mucus on the surface also calmed down. It was like a black mirror, smooth and flat, not moving at all.
Seeing this, Dean was more convinced. He put the match on the small ball of black mucus in his hand. Whoosh! Vigorous sparks suddenly appeared, as if a large mass of flammable material was suddenly burned.
Dudian immediately clenched his fist to extinguish the fire, but the burning pain came from his palm. He spread out his hand and saw that the color of the burnt black mucus had changed. It became lighter, a bit like grease.
He turned to look at Poland, whose face had turned ugly, and said, "So this thing was made by you."
This thing was very similar to the giant black ball monster that he had encountered outside the giant wall. It had absorbed the life of the splitter. The latter could change its shape at will and was also afraid of fire. In addition, there was something else similar to this black mucus that wasn't recorded in the monster atlas.
These similarities made him think that they were the same kind of creature, but the latter was bigger. If Poland's description was correct then perhaps the one he met outside the giant wall was the finished product of this little thing!
Poland subconsciously took a step back as he looked at the chill in Dean's eyes: "Wh-what?"
"What is your purpose in creating this?" Dean raised his hand and grabbed his neckline. "You'd better be honest. If you say half a word, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
Poland's face turned ugly as he didn't expect Dean to know about the Dark Prison. He didn't think that Dean knew about the Dark Prison from the beginning. Did Dean see the extraordinary aspects of the Dark Prison in just a moment? What kind of eyesight was that? Were the battle madmen so sensitive to this kind of thing?
He hesitated. After thinking about it, he decided to give in to Dean to protect himself. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Dean suddenly narrowed his eyes and loosened his hand: "It seems that we should go. Take this thing with us. What does it eat?"
Poland was puzzled, but still said: "It eats meat."
"You find a way to take this thing out. I'll go and meet your friend." Dean put the package of God's marrow in the room and took Aisha out of the room. But he was always paying attention to Poland. He could see Poland's every move even if he wasn't underground. It was basically impossible for Poland to escape with his weak physique.
As soon as he came to the ground, Dean heard the whistling wind. He looked up and saw a huge black bird in the dark night. Its four or five meters long black wings were extremely ferocious. The edges of the black wings and the inside of the wings were full of sharp thorns, full of destructive power, but it seemed a bit nondescript. In the middle of the black wings was a black-haired young man with a cold face, fair skin, and deep eye sockets, making his pupils particularly deep and charming.
It was the first time that Dean saw a black-haired pioneer. Most of the pioneers he had seen before had blonde hair. It was the hair color of the aristocracy. Among the ordinary people, the aristocracy ruled the civilians. But among the strong, the aristocracy occupied an absolute advantage in number.
"I can only rely on you." Dean turned to look at Aisha. There was a trace of sigh and tenderness in his eyes: "After this is over, I'll take care of these kittens and puppies."
Aisha was silent.
Dean raised his hand and gently shook the bell.
The bell tinkled rhythmically. Upon hearing this sound, Aisha's indifferent eyes suddenly revealed a trace of ferocious bloodthirstiness. As if waking up from a deep sleep, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the black-haired youth who was approaching from the sky. She roared and fiercely rushed forward to meet him.
The youth saw Dean and Aisha from afar. He didn't recognize them because Aisha was wearing a veil, but judging from their appearance and aura, he knew that they were the real culprits who attacked the Monster Research Institute. He immediately accelerated and was about to land. Before he had time to ask about their identity, he was scared by Aisha who was the first to pounce on him.
Aisha's footwork was unskillful and messy, but her speed was astonishingly fast. She soon rushed in front of the youth.
The youth was startled: "Who are you?!"
Roar!
Haisha growled and pounced on him with bared fangs and brandished claws.
The youth was annoyed. He turned his palm and a spear appeared. He swayed and stabbed at Aisha's neck.
After all, Aisha was different from ordinary Undeads. She didn't hit the spear but raised her hand to slap it. This slap was not like an ordinary slap but a set of grappling techniques. Bang! She pressed the spear in the youth's hand into the ground. Then she stepped on the spear and rushed in front of the youth. Her fingers stabbed at the carotid artery of the youth.
The youth was shocked. He wanted to pull out the spear and retreat. But he felt that Aisha was stepping on it. He could only abandon the spear and retreat.
Dean was startled when he saw Aisha's sudden change of attack method. His eyes lit up. He was surprised and pleasantly surprised. Generally, zombies would completely lose their consciousness, leaving only the primitive instinct of eating and attacking. But Aisha's attack was completely different. Ordinary zombies could do it. Did it mean that his consciousness still existed in his mind, but he couldn't open his mouth and express it?
Thinking of this, he was excited.
At this time, with the advantage of wings, the youth swooped down to attack Aisha from time to time in the air. His wings seemed to be implanted on his shoulders. The spikes on the wings seemed to be spliced, but they were extremely powerful. If an ordinary person was caught by these wings, he would have torn off a layer of skin.
Aisha stood on the ground and roared like a lioness snarling falcon.
Dean was not worried about the battle at all. His mind was drawn elsewhere by the previous thoughts. He thought of Eleanor after Undeads. The latter's performance was completely different from Aisha's. If the difference in the physique of the infected determined the different state after infection, then Eleanor's physique was also that of a Pioneer. It was reasonable to say that after being infected, she should be at the Corpse King level.
But her performance only had the characteristics of ordinary Undeads. The only Undeads he had seen with complete black pupils were Aisha and the Corpse King who infected her!
If the infection was the key, then the Corpse Poison that infected Eleanor came from Aisha, which was also the Corpse King's Corpse Poison. But it still did not cause the same change.
He could only think of one possibility, and that was the biggest difference between Eleanor and Aisha — the power of the bloodline!
Eleanor was just an ordinary member of the Dragon Clan. She had not awakened the power of the bloodline. This was the biggest difference between her and Aisha! If this was the reason, then the young Corpse King who infected Aisha was most likely a strong member of the Devil Clan with the power of the bloodline!
But there was another possibility, which was that there was a certain probability that a Pioneer would be infected into a Corpse King. Aisha had this concept, but Eleanor had not.
"This matter, I have to ask the doctor later." Dudian thought in his heart. At this time, the battle in front suddenly changed. Haisha roared and suddenly propped up two huge wings on her back. Like two giant palms, she propped up the ground and fiercely pounced into the sky.
The youth in the air saw the black wings, and his pupils shrank. He was shocked and lost his voice: "Dragon Clan?!"
Aisha had rushed out like an arrow from the bow. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of him. The dragon wings rolled, and the whole person turned into a sharp cone like a hurricane and drilled into his chest.
The youth flapped his wings, but it was too late to dodge. He hurriedly tightened his wings and used his hands to protect his chest.
With a bang, the two collided. The youth's wings were torn, and his body flew backward. Like a winged man with broken wings, he slid down from the air and smashed to the ground.
Dean was a little surprised. He didn't issue any instructions, but Aisha actually stimulated the state of the magic mark to fight. Did she encounter a difficult opponent, so she passively stimulated the hidden power?
While thinking, he looked at the youth climbing up from the ground. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, and he raised his hand to shake the bell.
Hearing the bell, Aisha's body trembled slightly. She stopped her diving posture and turned her head to look at Dean on the ground behind her. There was a faint luster in her pure black eyes.
Seeing that Dean didn't take advantage of the situation to chase, the youth secretly thought that it was a good opportunity. He hurriedly flapped his wings and flew away from the ground. He knew that it was difficult to compete with the Dragon Clan's pioneer who had the magic mark of the Dragon Clan. But if he flew on the ground with the help of the geographical advantage, the latter may not be his opponent.
Aisha slowly landed and folded her wings. She returned to her previous silent appearance and stood quietly.
Dean looked at the direction where the youth left, took back his eyes, and turned back to the underground of the institute.
When he came back, Poland heard the footsteps. He immediately stood in the same place and didn't move. He smiled: "Back?"
"Your friend is lucky. He escaped fast enough," said Dean casually. He went to a drawer next to him, opened it, and took out a key. At the same time, he faintly looked at Poland.
Poland saw that his hidden key was found by Dean directly. His face suddenly turned red like a pig's liver. He clearly saw that Dean had left the surface, and the movement from the ground outside also showed that Dean was fighting outside. How could he know what he was doing here?
Dean took the key and went to the room next to him. It was like a private laboratory with a bed, a desk, and simple daily necessities. He took the key and opened a safe in the room. He saw a thick stack of documents inside. He picked up the documents and glanced at them. He slightly raised his eyebrows as he saw the 'A +' symbol on one of the documents.
He turned to look at Poland who was at the door. There was a trace of mockery in his eyes: "I thought that you are very loyal to the institute. It turns out that your greed is no less than mine. You actually want to use me to attack the institute to steal the confidential information of the institute. Are you a spy of other forces in the institute? Or rather, you've built another research institute and are secretly researching something? "
Dean patted the documents in his hand: "Aren't you afraid that others will come and see it? Are you so confident that they won't search your safe?"
Poland lowered his head and didn't speak. Dean couldn't see his expression.
Dean put down the documents in his hand and went out to pick up the package. He looked at the sealed glass jar of the dark hell creature and said to Poland: "Let's go."
Poland hesitated as he looked at the documents in his safe.
Dean saw his concerns and indifferently said: "Don't think about it. From now on, you will follow me to do things."
Poland was startled: "You want me to do things for you?"
"Otherwise you would have died." Dean's words were very direct.
Poland smiled in his heart as he silently followed behind Dean.
Dudian called Poland to come out of the institute and let the other two escape by themselves. He took Poland back along the street. There was a tailor's shop that had long been abandoned. The cloth in the tailor's shop was stained with blood. It was a sign that there had been a disaster here.
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