He slowly released his platinum aura and carefully sensed the internal structure of the dual headed salamander's heart. Then, he started to use a small knife to carve this piece of meat.
Only the dual headed salamander's strong vitality and strong regenerative ability could withstand such a troublesome injury. If it was any other creature, they would have died the first time their heart was injured.
The small knife carefully carved the entrance and exit of the arteries and veins. For some places that couldn't be touched, he used the vibration of his secret technique to hollow out the internal muscles.
Garon immediately closed his eyes and didn't look at the piece of meat in his hand. He only used the platinum aura as his eyes for surgery.
Large amounts of blood flowed down from the gaps between his fingers, mixed with many pieces of flesh and blood. As time passed, some of the blood even coagulated on the skin of his hands, forming a thick layer of blood scabs.
Garon didn't know if his plan would succeed. He wanted to use the dual headed salamander's heart to construct a miniature heart and transplant it into his own body. This was no doubt a whimsical idea.
Of course, the Obscuro Society provided technical guidance. The secret technique and resonance stone cleared the obstacles for Garon.
After many experiments on animals and humans, Garon knew that even if he didn't use the resonance step, there was still a chance of survival after a successful transplant. This was no doubt the biggest guarantee of safety.
The heart in his hand was slowly taking shape.
Soon, Garon stopped the movement of his hands. He took out a tube of ointment and applied an even layer on the inside and outside of the formed heart. This was a medicine to prevent the growth of wounds. He had tested it many times before and the effect was not bad. A few of the death row prisoners' experiments were successful with this.
When the heart stopped regenerating, Garon sat down cross-legged. He took off the surgical belt and placed it on the ground. The blood flow in his body had reached a shocking degree of control.
His whole body shook. The clothes on his body tore and scattered into pieces.
Garon sat naked on the fleshy ground. He picked up the scalpel with one hand and pierced it into his chest.
He cut his chest along his ribs. A bloody wound opened up on his chest. It was like a bloody mouth, bloody and hideous.
No blood flowed out. The peak secret technique and platinum aura controlled the blood vessels and the wound to stop blood from flowing out.
The moment the wound was cut open, the blood on the cut surface quickly coagulated and blocked the wound.
He carefully released his aura and looked inside himself. Then, he placed the lizard dragon's heart on the right side of his chest. It was symmetrical with the original heart.
Next was the blood vessel transplant. The blood vessels of the original heart were quickly transplanted to the new heart.
Garon's Secret Technique was extremely powerful. He had trained his body to the point that it was as easy as controlling his own limbs. Suturing a heart was even easier than suturing someone else's.
Under the effects of the glory potion, Garon did not feel any pain. He carefully began to transplant the blood vessels one by one. After each artery was a corresponding vein. He then controlled his Qi and blood to circulate along the pair of sutured blood vessels.
All the blood vessels and wounds that had been sutured were quickly healed by his inhuman regenerative abilities.
The process was easier than Garon had expected. The powerful self-healing ability of the Divine Statue Technique allowed him to easily and perfectly stitch up the blood vessels.
Arteries and veins were transplanted from the original heart and connected to the new heart.
Garon's expression was so focused that it was as if he was performing surgery on someone else. He did not even look at his hands as he sutured his own chest quickly and accurately.
Not a single drop of blood was wasted in his entire body.
As time passed, small beads of sweat appeared on Garon's forehead. His hands were also moving faster and more skillfully.
There were not many blood vessels connected to the heart alone. There were only eight of them. However, this structural change involved the changes in some of the branching blood vessels. Some of the blood vessels were not long enough. He had to move the lizard dragon's heart to match.
As the transplant process deepened, the lizard dragon's heart gradually moved closer to the original heart and moved to the left side of the chest.
The sweat on Garen's face became denser and denser, and some beads of sweat even dripped down from his temples.
It was not long. It was only a short fifteen minutes. However, the transplant process felt like a year. It was unusually long.
Finally, Garon gently sutured the last vein. The lizard dragon's heart had now completely replaced the original position of the heart. It was now in the left side of the chest.
However, there were no signs of beating. The circulation of Qi and blood was completely dependent on Garon's Secret Technique. His life force was quickly draining away.
If the heart stopped beating, a normal person would instantly go into shock. Even their brain would stop working and they would lose their consciousness. However, Garon's Secret Technique had reached an extreme level. He could actually rely on the aura that he normally stored to drive the circulation of Qi and blood. At the same time, he used this little bit of strength to pinch the lizard dragon's heart. He imitated the beating of the heart and squeezed the blood.
This could greatly reduce the consumption of aura. However, it was still consuming a large amount of it.
Garon had operated on many prisoners before. Naturally, he knew that this was the most crucial stage. He quickly reached out his hand and made a deep cut on the surface of the lizard dragon's huge heart with the scalpel. Then, his whole body went in.
The cut was quickly stitched up from the inside. Only a small amount of blood flowed out.
He was completely soaked in the dragon's blood. An extremely strong corrosive force invaded his skin and body from all directions.
If it was not for the fact that he had been injecting dragon blood serum for a long time and had developed a good resistance, he would have died in the blood.
The lizard dragon's heart kept beating. The loud beating sound came one after another, showing its strong life force.
The strong heartbeat caused the heart in Garon's chest to vibrate slightly as well. It moved along with the rhythm.
Between the ventricles and atriums of the heart, blood flowed in and out, forming a huge whirlpool of undercurrent. It pulled Garon's body and suspended him in the middle.
The lizard dragon's heart had a completely different structure from a human's. Its ventricles and atriums were on the left and right, forming two evenly sized spaces. They were like two balls that were close to each other.
Garon curled his body and suspended in the middle of the heart.
He opened his eyes wide and could only see that his surroundings were blood red. His mouth and nose were filled with blood. He could not breathe.
According to the plan that he had prepared beforehand, Garon slowly calmed his mind and felt the resonance of the dual headed lizard dragon's life force. He began to control his own totem power. He followed the lizard dragon's resonance and started to imitate it.
With the lizard dragon's heart as the driving force, Garon barely maintained a bit of his consciousness and immersed himself in the resonance. In order to activate the transplanted heart, he had to achieve a state of resonance and synchronization.
Under the condition that the resonance frequency was the same, the higher energy units would also transfer energy to the lower energy units. This was a special way of transferring energy. Garon had learned this back on Earth. Now he was using it in this world to transfer energy.
Whether it was the dragon heart or the resonance stone's nest, they all seemed to be operating based on this principle. It was just that their resonance frequency was unusually complicated.
With the precise control of his powerful secret technique, Garon was able to precisely control his blood and totem power to slowly beat along with the lizard dragon's heart.
Time passed by slowly. Garon's body was soaked in blood.
He closed his eyes and completely forgot about the flow of time. His whole body was completely immersed in the resonance frequency.
To the totem users of this world, this resonance frequency was undoubtedly a miracle that was as difficult as the Arabian Nights. But for Garon, who had reached the peak of his secret technique, it was just a way to control his own body. Secret technique users had already started to dabble in this field when they had mastered the use of vibration. It was just that this resonance was relatively more difficult.
Gradually, he sank into the deepest state of half-awake. The dragon's blood constantly replenished him with nutrients and oxygen. At the same time, it also took away the waste products from his metabolism.
Garon was like a new life being nurtured. He slowly sank into the deepest part of his consciousness. As the resonance continued to synchronize, he didn't know how long had passed. One hour, two hours, five hours, one day, two days …
Garon didn't know at all. Until he started to treat resonance as an instinct and habit. From the dragon heart causing him to resonate, until he was completely one with the resonance.
He completely fell into a deep slumber.
*****
The sky was blood red.
Garon stood alone at the edge of a barren cliff. Below him was a large black abandoned city. The city walls were broken, the tall buildings were abandoned, and there was no sign of life. The city was faintly shrouded in a layer of white mist. It was silent.
"Roar!!"
Garon opened his mouth and raised his head, letting out a loud, ear-piercing cry.
Only then did he realize that he wasn't in human form. He was a huge black scaled dual headed salamander.
He couldn't control his body. It was as if he was just a bystander, hiding in the dual headed salamander's body. He observed everything around him.
Of the two heads, only one had vision. The other head was purely for decoration.
The dual headed salamander's body wasn't huge yet. It was only about three meters tall. It could only be considered an infant.
It turned around, and with heavy footsteps, walked towards the back of the cliff.
Behind the cliff was a black building. It was empty inside. There wasn't a single person. Only the cold wind passed through the holes in the building, making a strange sound.
In the middle of the building, there was a tall black clock tower. It stood quietly in the middle of the dead silent city.
The dual headed salamander raised its head and looked at the clock tower. It felt very hungry. Waves of hunger kept surging up from its stomach, swallowing up its remaining rationality.
"Food … Food …" Garon felt that the dual headed salamander's consciousness only had this one thought, and it kept echoing.
It took heavy steps, one step at a time, towards the back of the cliff. It walked towards the black city on the slope.
Garon seemed to have lost the ability to think. He could only silently look at everything in front of the salamander's eyes.
It went through a huge black iron gate in the city. There were intricate patterns carved on it, and there were also two thick metal rings.
After passing through the black iron gate, there was a huge empty black square in front of it. On the right, there was a big tree without leaves. Countless branches stretched towards the sky. It was dry and desolate.
The salamander walked forward hungrily. It walked to the foot of the big tree and sniffed the trunk. There was a dry smell without any moisture.
This was a very strange feeling. Garon felt that the salamander could smell the scent of moisture.
The salamander finally couldn't take it anymore. It stretched its head and bit the trunk of the big tree.
Crunch.
It was bitter, without any moisture. After swallowing it forcefully, the salamander felt even hungrier.
It gave up on the big tree and walked towards the huge building in front of it. It seemed to be a temple area. It was all black, without any extra colors. Under the faint red sunlight, it faintly emitted a strange aura.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, there was the sound of heavy footsteps from afar.
There seemed to be some kind of huge monster walking around, right in the palace area.
The extremely heavy footsteps could be heard from a distance of more than a thousand meters.
The dual headed salamander stopped in fear. It hesitated and stopped in the square. It wanted to enter, but it didn't dare to continue.
But the heavy hunger made it unable to take it anymore. It raised its head and looked at the huge black metal gate that was more than ten meters tall. It was full of black and red rust. A head pushed the gate open heavily.
Creak …
Hoo …
Garon suddenly opened his eyes.
Everything in front of him was blood red. He woke up again.
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