In a dark and damp underground stone chamber.
A stone dissection table was placed in the middle of the stone chamber, and a beautiful female Elf was lying flat on her back.
Her clothes and equipment had been removed and thrown to one side.
At this time, she was almost naked, and there was nothing on her slender body to cover up. A strange rune had been drawn on her forehead with blood-red paint. Under the influence of this rune, the female Elf could not control and direct her body even though she was conscious.
Her entire body seemed to be disconnected from her consciousness. She could clearly feel the existence of every part of her body, and could even feel the chill of the cold air brushing past her exposed skin. But strangely, she could not control any part of her body.
She could not even complete the simple action of closing her eyes, let alone moving a finger!
Her eyes were wide open, and her beautiful clear pupils revealed an unconcealable fear and unease.
The environment, the atmosphere, and the two black figures who stood in front of the dissection table and examined her body expressionlessly.
All of this made the female Elf so afraid that she wanted to scream.
But when the female Elf wanted to scream in fear, she found that her mouth seemed to be stuck with strong glue, and could not open it at all. Her throat was not under her conscious control at all, making it difficult for her to even make a vague sound.
"It's a good material, but it's just a simple dissection. There's no need to waste a Grade 1 Elf …" Endor, who was standing beside Grimm, muttered in a low voice as he stared at Grimm through his muddy, yellow eyes.
In her arms, there was a strange green puppet the size of a palm that was playing with the front of her clothes. On her shoulder floated a strange-looking black puppet.
From afar, the black puppet looked like a small human figure made from black cloth. The surface of its body was covered with crooked sewing threads and some indiscernible dark runes. Its small head did not have any concave or protruding features, and only had a terrifying single eye drawn with blood.
The black doll had no limbs, and it floated eerily on Endor's shoulder. Three green light spots hovered around its petite body.
If someone could climb up close and take a closer look, they would be horrified to discover that the three green dots were actually three extremely miniaturized terrifying ghosts. They did not have bodies, only horrifying ghost faces made of pure negative energy. They shrieked and howled at every moment, trying to escape from the body of the ghost puppets.
However, he was still unable to fulfill his wish.
Therefore, they resented, screamed, and cursed every living thing in the world.
If one were to get a little closer to them, they would be able to feel the cold and gloomy aura assaulting them.
After a period of nurturing, Grimm's Plague Spirit and Sewing Puppet had barely reached the Tier 1 Basic standard. Moreover, both of them possessed particularly frightening abilities. Unfortunately, with their current strength, they were still unable to help him at all. He could only continue to nurture them slowly.
Perhaps when they were upgraded to High Grade Tier 1, they would be able to be of some use in battles between Tier 2 powerhouses!
For some reason, the two helpers that Grimm had nurtured were extremely compatible with Endor. Whenever Grimm released them, they would cling to the old witch's side as if Endor was their master.
This made Grimm feel extremely helpless!
After all, Endor had a unique dark body, which was similar to the two little fellows. On the other hand, Grimm had a pure body of flames, which belonged to the category of positive energy. It was no wonder that the two little fellows did not like him.
After years of nurturing as a Sorcerer, Grimm had completely assimilated into the rhythm of a Sorcerer.
He put on a plain gray robe and stood expressionlessly in front of the stone platform. His eyes were faintly emitting an intimidating blue light. Even though there was an alluring beauty in front of him, he did not show any signs of excitement or excitement. Instead, he was flipping the female elf's fingers and arms with great interest.
"The muscles aren't strong enough, so there might be a loss in strength …"
"However, the lines of the muscles are smooth, which should compensate for the flexibility and coordination …"
"The bones are too thin, with only 76% of the calcification of a human's bones. The weight is also 33% lighter than a human's, and the resistance is estimated to be reduced by 21%, the flexibility increased by 48%, and the coordination increased by 52% …"
Grimm was like a professional appraiser. He stretched out his slender white fingers and gently stroked the female elf's limbs, waist, chest, and other parts of her body. He even raised the female elf's hands and carefully observed the position and thickness of the calluses on her palms and wrists.
"This is a pretty good elven archer. The degree and position of the calluses on her left and right hands are not much different, which means that both her hands are equally flexible. However, from the way she spins the cocoons, I can see that she still likes to use her right hand to hold arrows and her left hand to wield a sword … "
Grimm slowly explained his opinion as he examined the female elf.
Endor the Poison Centipede was whispering to the two little fellows, not paying attention to what Grimm was saying. Only the blue pupils of the female elf kept contracting. She was clearly terrified to the extreme, but her body was still stretching smoothly without any physiological reaction that should have been expected.
"You're probably wondering why we blocked your control over your body, but didn't anesthetize your consciousness, right?" Grimm carefully examined the female elf's body, and finally met her gaze with satisfaction.
The female elf's gaze revealed a questioning look, but she still did not move.
"The reason is simple!" Grimm said calmly, "Because when we dissect you, we need to know how the magic organs in your body communicate with your consciousness. During this process, I don't want your emotions to interfere with the surgery, nor do I want you to completely lose consciousness. That way, we won't be able to find out how the magic organs operate and work under your consciousness … "
"So, let the surgery begin …"
As soon as he finished speaking, Grimm raised his hand, and a shiny silver scalpel was inserted deep into the female elf's chest.
As Grimm gently moved the scalpel downwards, a bone-chilling sound rang out, and the female elf's chest was ripped open like a book …
What followed was an abnormally cruel and bloody dissection.
In order to understand the internal structure of an elf's body and how their consciousness worked, Grimm used a restraining rune to restrict the female elf's consciousness to her brain. This way, the physiological reactions of her body could still be clearly affected by her consciousness, but she could not control her body normally.
The terrifying pain of her flesh assaulted the female elf's consciousness in waves. Her eyes were clearly rolling back from the pain, but her face was still calm.
Grimm extended his hands into the female elf's chest, and gently searched inside. From time to time, he would bring out fresh organs dripping with blood. All the organs were carefully placed into glass containers of various sizes and colours.
They were all filled with a light yellow nutrient solution that could maintain the organs' activity for a short period of time.
Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, stomach, intestines …
Grimm's hands nimbly cut.
Every time he cut a blood vessel, he would flick his fingers, and suddenly, a small flame would be ignited to seal the bleeding point. This way, the female elf would not die from excessive blood loss. Moreover, under the stimulation of a strange spell, the female elf's chest was almost completely dug out, but she still did not die.
Instead, her consciousness was still conscious, and she had to endure torture that was far more terrifying than death by a thousand cuts!
After examining all the internal organs of the female elf, Grimm regretfully shook his head.
It seemed that she was just an ordinary elf archer without any talent in magic. In her body, there were no obvious signs of demonization in any of her internal organs.
Grimm hesitated for a moment.
It seemed that if he wanted to study the relationship between forest elves and nature magic, he would have to dissect the druids!
However, since this elf was going to die sooner or later, he might as well make use of her to the fullest …
Without hesitation, Grimm took out a small knife, a small hammer, a small chisel, and other surgical tools, and carefully opened the female elf's skull.
After being tormented to this extent, even with the stimulation of spells and the support of potions of life, the female elf's life could not stop slipping into the abyss of death.
With a wave of his hand, Grimm activated several surveillance spell formations that he had set up at the last minute, and began to examine every inch of the female elf's brain in detail.
Grimm then gently wiped away the imprisonment runes on the female elf's forehead, and whispered in her ear in a seductive voice, "At the last moment of your life, use all your strength to pray to your god!"
The female elf, whose consciousness was already a little muddled and had clearly fallen into a mental breakdown, suddenly regained a trace of spirit. Her lips squirmed, and with a voice as soft as a mosquito's, she prayed wholeheartedly to her God.
A strange force that was hard to detect spread out from the female elf's consciousness, and through some special spiritual nodes in her brain, a mysterious and obscure path of faith was established in the distance.
The moment the path of faith was opened, Grimm's heart trembled. He felt an indescribably powerful spiritual will rapidly extend through the path of faith.
The surveillance spell formation near the female elf's brain immediately turned from yellow to dark red, and a strange alarm sounded.
Besides the surveillance spell formation, Grimm also squinted his eyes, using the A.I. Chip's detection and penetration abilities to their fullest.
With the two combined, Grimm quickly locked onto the location of the path of faith.
* Pa … *
A small fireball exploded at the location he had locked onto, completely annihilating the last trace of the female elf's consciousness. As the female elf's consciousness dissipated, the path of faith disappeared as well.
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