There was nothing but darkness after the 'iron coffin' was closed. A thick, stinky liquid was injected from the top of the coffin. After filling up the entire coffin, it quickly became extremely tensile, somewhat like the buffer foam on the crystal warships. It could suppress the outburst of strength as much as possible.
With such a thorough surveillance, if it weren't for Li Yao, even a deity would not have been able to escape.
Li Yao could only count the time in silence. It had been forty-two minutes and thirty-three seconds since they left the port where the devilish warships were docked and the 'iron coffin' was opened again in the end.
It was not hard to infer that the war base established on the Gloomy Wind Island in the North Pole was no smaller than the Mausoleum of Chaos.
When he was dragged out of the iron coffin by the soldiers of the Nether World Watch, the Fire Ant pretended to be feeble and moaned. He took the opportunity to release Neltharion from his mouth.
In front of Li Yao was a very special secret chamber.
It was like a combination of a laboratory, an interrogation room, and an operation room.
In the middle of the room was an operation bed that was embedded with crystals and connected to dozens of mechanical arms and tentacles.
In the display cabinet at the side, there were dozens of huge culture tanks. Inside the pale yellow liquid, there were countless shocking organs.
The Fire Ant was carried to the operation bed. The tentacles on the two sides of the operation bed immediately crawled into his veins like vipers that had smelled blood.
The mechanical arms stabbed silver needles into his acupoints, too. Feeble electric currents seemed to be running through them, too, making him unable to move.
With his hands behind his back, Elder Nether Spring watched his brother who was riddled with holes calmly and said casually, "I've given you five days. Have you thought it through? Do you want to cooperate with me?
"Tell me the secret bureau of the Blade of Chaos and all the formulas of strengthening drugs in your possession. The two of us will rise in the troubled world together!"
The Fire Ant grinned. "Brother, just do it. Do you really think I'm a three-year-old? "
Elder Nether Spring stared at him in silence for a long time. Then he shook his head regretfully, as if he were surprised why his brother had chosen such a painful way to die. Then, he nodded helplessly. "Alright. I don't have time to waste on you. Let me introduce an old friend to you. You can catch up with each other. You will tell him everything you know. "
Du! Du! Du! "
There was a polite knock on the door.
However, the person who walked in with a smile on his face didn't seem to be polite at all.
Li Yao didn't know how to describe this person.
He was like a deformed child who had been exposed to excessive spirit radiation. His head was as bumpy as a sweet potato, and he had green hair that looked like weeds. His left eye was smaller than a quail's egg, but his right eye was larger than a goose's egg. There were more than ten pupils in his eyeball, and they were arranged densely like compound eyes.
His right arm was like a dragon's claw with a diameter of one meter. It was covered in hard, green scales, but its left arm seemed to be a collection of almost twenty octopus tentacles, with bright purple mucus flowing out. Two artificial limbs protruded out of its chest, with almost a hundred kinds of surgical instruments embedded at the ends of them like multipurpose sabers.
Li Yao's eyes were sharp enough to recognize it immediately. It was a spiritual prosthetic limb used in a certain military automatic surgery cabin of the Xing Yao Federation. But for some reason, the man had connected them to his body!
Hundreds of interconnecting scars were all over his gray body. Dozens of translucent tubes were directly connected to his various organs, too. Suspicious liquids were flowing inside his body nonstop, as if they were external nerves and veins.
The man was wearing a white robe, on which a bright red skull was painted. The crossed 'leg bones' were in the shape of two lancets!
A name suddenly popped up in Li Yao's head. It was one of the more than ten most dreadful people of the Blood Demon Sector that Jin Xinyue had described to him.
'Mad Medic' Lu Wuxin!
The so-called 'most dreadful people' did not necessarily mean that they were the strongest.
The big shots such as Elder Nether Spring and Jin Tuyi, the commander-in-chief of the coalition army of demons, were the leaders of a country or a family. They were thoughtful and ambitious. Therefore, there were always rules and regulations in their actions. Normal people would not dare to mess with them even if they wanted to.
However, there were still some terrifying experts who acted alone and were unscrupulous. Their actions only depended on their mood today. Even they themselves didn't know what they were thinking!
If they ran into such experts, they could only pray for the blessings of the heavens. If they were unlucky, their life would be worse than death.
'Mad Medic' Lu Wuxin was one of the most typical examples. He used to be an underground doctor of the Blood Demon Sector.
In the Blood Demon Sector, the strong preyed on the weak. The competition was cruel. Even the silver-blood demons often brutalized each other for power. Many losers of the power struggles, unwilling to be killed in the Tian Yuan Realm as cannon fodder, often chose to run away.
Of course, running away meant hunting. In the cruel hunts and counter-hunts, it was not unusual to be heavily wounded.
Lu Wuxin's job was to serve the losers who were hunted.
It was because he knew that, since those people were running away, they would inevitably carry a lot of valuables with them. Also, in desperation, they would not care too much about the 'consultation fee'.
More importantly, for those people who were alone, nobody would avenge them even if he did anything insane on them.
Although Lu Wuxin was notorious for his lunacy, many refugees still came to him for treatment.
On one hand, those homeless dogs did not have a better choice. Not all the doctors were bold enough to treat them at the risk of pissing off the Pantheon of Demons.
On the other hand, Lu Wuxin's methods were indeed brilliant. He was even better than many of the saint doctors in the Pantheon of Demons, as long as the minor sequela was ignored.
Lu Wuxin could revive a heavily wounded patient who had been seriously corroded by acid and had almost nothing left. However, the patient had to come to him for a new skin graft every half a year. Otherwise, the biochemical skin would fester inch by inch, and the patient would die the most miserable death.
Naturally, the cost of every skin graft was astronomical.
Lu Wuxin could also cure a living dead whose abdomen had been pierced through by crystal cannons and whose internal organs were gone. After he was replaced with organs of unknown origins, not only would the patient be as good as before, but his capability would also be higher than before.
However, for the rest of his life, the patient had to take the anti-rejection drugs carefully produced by Lu Wuxin every month in order to suppress the rejection.
Naturally, such anti-rejection drugs were dozens of times more expensive than regular anti-rejection drugs, too.
There was once a patient who did not believe it and used other anti-rejection drugs. As a result, his entire stomach exploded when he died. In the words of the witnesses, he seemed to have been eaten by his own internal organs!
It was exactly Lu Wuxin's style.
As long as the consultation fee was paid, the patient was guaranteed to be cured. But whether or not there would be any sequela would depend on his mood.
If that were all, with his brilliant medical skills, Lu Wuxin might have been able to tolerate the dark world of the Blood Demon Sector. After all, a good doctor was a hundred times more difficult to find than a good warrior.
But later on, his two little "hobbies" were discovered by others.
Firstly, if he ran into a patient who was alone and had nowhere else to go and who boasted certain pleasing and unbelievable organs, Lu Wuxin would dissect the patient into pieces and store them properly after the patient was deeply anesthetized. Then, he would use the patient's limbs and internal organs for the next operation.
Secondly, when he was performing operations on almost all the patients, Lu Wuxin would leave a tiny 'souvenir' inside the patient's body.
He would either plant a very sensitive crystal bomb inside the patient's brain, bury a few highly dangerous venom sacs next to the patient's heart, or seal a drop of highly concentrated acid near the patient's central nerves.
More than ten patients died abruptly for no good reason after they refused Lu Wuxin's' service '. Lu Wuxin's evil deeds were finally exposed.
It was said that his ending was quite miserable. After all his bones were crushed, he was thrown into the middle of dozens of hungry Ghost Tooth Crocodiles and torn into pieces.
It was none other than the Fire Ant who led the hunt and trial of Lu Wuxin!
Most of Lu Wuxin's patients were the targets of Void Turmoil City. Lu Wuxin's insane behavior seriously harmed the interests of the Fire Ant.
According to Jin Xinyue, Lu Wuxin should've been killed by the Fire Ant almost ten years ago.
Li Yao did not expect that he was still alive and had turned into such a hopping corpse!
"Fire Ant, we meet again."
Lu Wuxin slightly bowed. The dozens of scars on his hideous face were wriggling at the same time. He grinned and said, "Eight years ago, you threw me into the Devilish Crocodile Abyss. The exhilaration was so exhilarating that I have to repeat it in my dreams every night to this day. It was so exhilarating and enjoyable!
"Rest assured. I will take care of you exactly how you treated me years ago. We still have a lot of time to catch up on our old friendship. Hehe. Hehehehe!"
As he grinned hideously, Lu Wuxin's claws and tentacles shook at the same time.
The Fire Ant grunted and lowered his head, lost for words.
"Master Lu," Elder Nether Spring said, "I'm going back to the headquarters of the Pantheon of Demons to manage the situation. I'll leave everything in the Nether World to you.
"The refinement of the Demon God VII Virus must be accelerated. It will be best if the refinement can be completed before the activation. Otherwise, we will have to resort to Demon God VI."
Lu Wuxin extended his wet tongue and licked his swollen lips. He chuckled and said, "Not a problem at all. Elder, you are so generous to deliver so many research files and test subjects. There is even a test subject in the level of a demon emperor!"
"I have a feeling that we'll be able to break through the obstacles we've been facing for a long time!"
Elder Nether Spring nodded and smiled. "I believe in Master Lu's expertise. I'll give you three days to exploit all the information in my brother's head, especially the information about the secret bureau of the Blade of Chaos and the formulas of all the strengthening drugs in his possession.
"Of course."
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