Chapter 965
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"Maybe this is the difference between us and the monsters." Dean didn't argue with him anymore: "Do you want to research the power beyond the king by using the abyss as an experiment?"
Boro's mouth curved: "You aren't stupid. Come out."
Dean stepped out of the cage and followed behind Boro: "Do you want to become an Aragami?"
"Aragami?" Bolo did not turn around. He simply smiled and replied, "Although the Aragami are powerful, they have already broken away from their very essence. I do not wish to become something that is not even 'human' yet. Otherwise, I would just be an honest king."
Something that wasn't even a human?
Dean was surprised. He thought of the nearly ten meters tall figure of Aragami. It seemed that his previous guess was right. Aragami wasn't a human.
"Why do you care if your body is a human or not as long as your mind is still your own?" Dean wanted to test his thoughts, so he deliberately said: "Our current posture should not be regarded as human, right?"
"The mutation of the body is just a small matter." Boro glanced at him: "But there are some things that can affect your thinking. For example, some magic marks can bring strength to the body but it can also subtly transform the body so that the body likes fresh blood and meat. In the end, they can only eat monsters or humans. Perhaps they can't be called 'human' when they are hungry but they will return to normal thinking after they fill their stomach. Such changes can only be regarded as weak."
Dudian was startled. He knew that although the magic marks couldn't directly affect the brain, but it could change the body. The changes in the body would affect the brain. It was like when the body smelled the fragrance of fresh blood, the brain's resistance to the blood would weaken. Slowly it would no longer feel disgusting, but would even feel delicious and sweet.
"So the Aragami can affect the mind? Is it the same for the king?" Dean asked.
"Of course. The more you get, the more you will lose. As for what you lose, it varies from person to person. Some care about it and some don't." Boro indifferently said: "But if you cherish something but you don't care about it after you become a king, then are you still willing to be a king?"
Dean's heart was shocked.
The first thought that came to his mind was Aisha. If … his obsession after becoming a king was no longer to resurrect her. He even felt that she was irrelevant. Then what was the point of all his efforts?
He suddenly felt that God was making a fool out of him. He was like an ant on a chessboard, thinking that he had taken the correct step, but little did he know that there was an invisible "line" under his feet!
How many people, in the process of growing up, had long forgotten what they wanted in the first place?
Perhaps it was like a fish in a ditch. After entering a large river, it could only move in the same direction with the waves of the river. It could not go against the current, nor could it change its course. It could only follow the current.
"Stop is the abyss, go forward … it's still the abyss." Dean muttered to himself, suddenly confused.
"Here we are." Boro's voice brought Dean's thoughts back.
After they left the cell, they passed through the spacious living room they saw at first, and then went down another corridor to the next floor. Bolo pushed open the heavy door in front of him, and inside was a bright laboratory. The walls were made of pure white aluminum, and there were many instruments inside, as well as three hospital-like beds.
Dean glanced around and saw Zaxi's figure lying on one of the beds. But at the moment, his appearance was very strange. In addition to half of his face that could identify his identity, his body was beyond recognition. There was a black thigh thick tentacle protruding from his abdomen. It was like a very thick tail of a viper, gently swaying. His severed arms were connected to swollen tissues. They looked like two fat intestines. The surface was purple and exuded a fishy smell.
Dean's heart slowly sank. He looked around the laboratory but didn't see Aisha's figure. Anger gushed out from the bottom of his heart. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Aisha."
"Is it the corpse king?" Boro chuckled: "It seems that you care about her. Don't worry, she is very good. I don't lack the corpse king here, so I don't need to use her for experiments for the time being. Moreover, she is a bit different from the general corpse king. She should be the descendant of the witchers, right? This is a rare treasure. After I finish this experiment, it won't be too late to study her. If I can find something novel, maybe … "
He licked his lips and didn't continue. He went straight to a tall cross next to the laboratory and waved to Dean.
Dean was a little relieved to see that Aisha was fine for the time being. But the latter's words made his heart colder. He knew that anger was useless. He restrained his killing intent and slowly walked over.
It was a steel cross with shackles on it. It seemed to be used to fix people. The edges were stained with rusty blood.
"Go up," Boro said.
Dean stood up.
Boro smiled. An obedient experimental subject like Dean was very worry-free. Unlike some experimental subjects who knew that struggling was useless but still wanted to struggle. It was a pity that he accidentally damaged them.
Although he knew that Dudian was tactful, he still handcuffed Dudian and pushed a cart from the side. There were various tools and drugs on it. He took out a syringe and a tube of liquid medicine and injected it into Dudian.
Dean immediately felt his body gradually numb and became unconscious.
"Anesthetic?" Dean opened his mouth. He felt that his speech was a little rough and his tongue was a little numb. Although he knew that he was about to become an experimental subject and even his body would be cut open, he didn't know why there was not much fear in his heart. Perhaps he was mentally prepared when he was arrested. At this moment, he was curious about the anesthetic injected by Boro.
Boro took off his fur coat and put on a dust-proof white coat. Like a doctor, he took out disinfectant from the cart and sprayed it on a pair of gloves as thin as skin. The air was suddenly filled with the smell of disinfectant.
"You are not nervous." Boro put on the mask and glanced at Dean. He didn't judge by Dean's expression but by his heartbeat and body functions.
"I have done these experiments before but I never thought that one day I would become an experimental subject." Dean continued with his numb tongue, "What is the difference between the abyss and the king? It shouldn't be based on the number of ice worms. "
"Do you want to know?" Boro stripped off Dean's clothes. Dean wasn't wearing the standard armor issued by the God of War's wall. The armor had hindered the transformation of his demonic body so it had long been discarded. At the moment he was wearing an animal fur shirt and short sleeves. They were easily torn apart by Boro. In the blink of an eye, Dean was naked in front of him.
Then Boro took out a silver knife from the cart. It seemed to be made of silver. After disinfecting it, he touched the abdomen of Dean's six-pack and slowly cut open the middle of the abdominal muscles.
Dean looked at his body being cut open but he didn't have too much fear. Perhaps it was related to the lack of pain. He said: "Of course I want to. Anyway, I'm going to die. It's comfortable to solve the confusion in my heart before I die."
Boro gently smiled and took a rag from the side. He sprayed an unknown liquid on it and slowly wiped it on Dean's cut abdomen. Soon the bleeding stopped.
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