Chapter 995
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"That's my name." Daina didn't look back. She said in an indifferent voice: "I named it myself. You have to call me that in the future. Do you understand?"
Dean slightly curled his lips: "Do you want to say goodbye to the past? Why is it called 'Crimson Moon'? Is there any symbolic meaning?"
"Don't confuse me with you mortals. You like to name things with blessings or future expectations. I just want to remember the day I was born." Daina indifferently said.
"Oh?" Dean thought for a moment: "I don't think there is a festival called 'Crimson Moon'."
"It's not a festival." Daina walked to the corner of the corridor and glanced at Dudian. "The night I was born, the Crimson Moon was in the sky, and the stars were dim. Judging by your Chinese thinking, I am the Crimson Moon, the daughter of destiny. I am destined to shine like the Crimson Moon, and you are just the stars around me that you can't see."
Dean was a little surprised, and then chuckled: "As far as I know, the moon is white, or it can be said to be a silver moon, but to say the crimson moon, it is rare."
"Of course, it's not strange if I can see it every day. Only this kind of special celestial phenomenon is worthy of me." Daina contemptuously said.
Dean faintly smiled but didn't discuss the name with her. He asked: "Are the experimental materials ready? You should have gone to Amelia's spaceship after you conquered their tribe. What's the harvest? Don't you want to test it with other experimental subjects?"
"Don't worry. I'll leave you to the end." Daina or Crimson Moon glanced at him as if to say that he didn't need to be afraid of death.
Dean didn't care about her eyes and said: "You have got the super chip. You haven't finished learning the things inside. It won't be too late to call me when you have finished learning. I don't want to bother you."
"You're honest. I thought you would be stupid and run away." Crimson Moon's face was indifferent: "It's a pity that you let go of such a good experimental subject. Even if you don't use her for experiments, you can still cultivate her into a super fighter. She is the crystallization of the witcher's experimental subject. Moreover, she has eaten the flesh and blood of the Aragami. Her potential is much more terrifying than you think. I think she can reach the level of the king just by eating!"
Dean was startled. He didn't expect this. He couldn't help but say: "It's not that exaggerated. Even if Undeads rely on eating to evolve, there should be a limit. How much food does she have to eat to reach the king level?"
"Who knows? In any case, this land lacks everything, but it doesn't lack people or monsters." Crimson Moon pushed open the door to the back of the palace and said as she walked, "But it's fine even if she eats until she becomes a king. The ones who should have a headache are those fellows in the empire. Once our experiment is complete, it will be very easy to find her. I don't believe that she can climb over the War God Wall.
Dean was shocked. Indeed, if Aisha ran all the way to the War God Wall, relying on the bloodthirsty nature of the Undeads, she would inevitably rush up and slaughter, and then the king of the empire would be alarmed to suppress her.
Thinking of this, his heart was a little nervous.
Crimson Moon seemed to see through Dean's thoughts. She sneered: "Think about yourself. You can't even protect yourself. It's ridiculous to think so much!"
Dean glanced at her coldly. Suddenly, he thought of something. His eyes glanced at her chest, which was still round and plump. Under the cloak was a scarlet tight armor, which made her petite and graceful figure very tempting. He raised his eyebrows: "I remember that your heart was pierced by that thing at that time. You didn't die?"
He spoke very straightforwardly. Crimson Moon glanced at him indifferently, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. For me, the heart is no longer a fatal organ. This isn't some special ability. If you want, I can modify you a little so that you can also obtain this kind of immortality. How about it?"
When he learned that she was not dead, Dean thought of this, but he didn't expect it to be true. So, the only fatal organ left was her brain? Or, even if her brain was cut off, it might not be able to kill her?
"If there's a chance in the future, I'll dismember her body and burn her to ashes with fire. That's the safest way …" Dean thought secretly.
Crimson Moon glanced at him. Her eyes seemed to be looking directly into the depths of his heart. There was a kind of breathtaking insight. She beckoned a teenager from the side and said: "Take him to do a physical examination."
The back hall had been transformed into a laboratory. It was filled with advanced tools used by alchemists of the Life School. Many masked figures were busy in front of various instruments. They looked to be in their fifties or sixties. Some of them had gray hair, and some of them had white hair. The boy was the youngest among them. Apart from him, the other three middle-aged men were the youngest.
When the teenager saw Dean, he was a little shocked, especially when he saw that Dean's legs below the knees were all broken, and he only walked with the demonized blades extending from his knees. His eyes widened even more.
"What? Haven't you seen a disabled person before?" Dean smiled at the teenager.
The shock on the teenager's face quickly disappeared. He glanced at Crimson Moon, who was frowning at him, and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize. Then he helped Dean to another instrument and let Dean lie down for a physical examination.
"From today on, you'll live here. You can't leave without my order. Everything you eat and drink can only be provided by me. You're not allowed to eat any other food. Do you understand?" Crimson Moon came over and ordered Dean, who was lying on the examination bed.
Dean finally knew why she called him over so early. It was to observe the changes in his body index in advance. He nodded and said: "Got it."
Crimson Moon turned and left. After saying a few words to the others, she went to a separate small room in the depths of the rear hall.
Dean glanced at her with his x-ray vision and saw her sitting in the small room, taking out the super chip and the screen board to study.
"Old … I'm going to draw your blood and test your magic mark. Please take off your clothes." The teenager bowed his head and said very politely.
Dean took a deep look at him. He didn't answer. He directly raised his hand and tore off his clothes. He lay naked on the examination bed and closed his eyes.
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