The Stoneheart Meat was like a ball of soft and warm cotton in his hand.
Garen held it and smelled a faint fragrance that seemed to be coming from his arm. It wasn't coming from the air, but it was really coming from his arm.
It was a strange feeling. It was as if his palm had suddenly turned into his nose. He even felt as if something soft was gently touching the tip of his nose.
He walked to the middle of the basement and put the Stoneheart Meat aside. He picked up the shovel in the basement and started digging.
He was inside the stone house, so the ground he dug was part of the stone house.
Garon dug a small hole and stopped. He then picked up the Stoneheart Meat and put it in as if he was sowing seeds. After he put the Stoneheart Meat in place, he took out a black flower branch with a few black fruits on it. He crushed the fruits lightly.
A few drops of black juice dripped from his fingers onto the surface of the Stoneheart Meat.
Hiss …
A clear stream of white steam rose, bringing with it a pungent and choking smell.
Suddenly, the Stoneheart Meat began to squirm slowly. It was like an extremely viscous liquid. It began to spread and flow in all directions, covering a large area around it.
In less than a few minutes, it formed a large piece of pale yellow flesh film that covered the ground. It was still moving slightly.
Garon stood at the side and waited quietly.
As time passed, the color of the flesh on the ground gradually darkened and turned a little gray.
Rip …
A hole slowly appeared in the center of the flesh film. There seemed to be steam coming out of it.
Garon stared at that place. It was like a crack. It was dark inside and he could not see anything clearly.
As time passed, the crack became bigger and wider.
Gradually, the entire crack formed a circular hole about two to three meters in diameter. The color of the entire flesh film also gradually turned black. It stopped squirming and became stiffer and solidified.
Garon took out the two halves of the stone ball shell that contained the Stoneheart Meat again. He gently peeled off some powder and sprinkled it evenly on the four corners of the flesh film that had turned into a black flesh pool.
Suddenly, the flesh pool that was still moving completely stopped moving and became more solid and solidified.
"It's done … My Biochemical Pool." Garon was relieved. Finally, according to the Energy Machinist Training Method, his first Biochemical Pool was a success. Although the whole process was very simple, he was always on tenterhooks. After all, this thing was the key to whether he could get through this crisis.
He quickly brought in the Biochemical Pool nutrient solution and poured it along the edge of the Biochemical Pool. A few types of mixed biochemical solutions were quickly mixed together. Garon squatted down and slowly released his Energy Machinist Willpower.
The Energy Machine Imprint at the back of his head suddenly disappeared and disintegrated into a large number of transparent threads. They pierced into the edge of the Biochemical Pool. They were like needles swimming and trembling in the flesh of the Biochemical Pool..........
A virtual light screen appeared in front of Garen's eyes.
'Wild Wolf Imprint has been prepared. Please name your Biochemical Pool.' A message appeared on the screen.
"Let's call it Wild Wolf No.1." Garen casually picked a name to make it easier to remember.
'Identification of Wild Wolf One completed. The biochemical liquid in the Biochemical Pool has been filled. Analysis level is Level 1 Basic. Can cultivate Level 1 creatures fifteen times. Needs to be replenished again after that.'
The Biochemical Pool's information and data were displayed on the Biochemical Pool.
'Please place the basic tissue.'
Garon stood up. The Energy Machine Imprint on his body was still in the Biochemical Pool. He went out and brought in the mutated beast's flesh and blood that he had prepared in advance. He dragged it and threw it into the black Biochemical Pool.
Plop.
The mutated beast that looked like a wild boar was directly submerged in the biochemical liquid and quickly melted like a candle.
A series of small bubbles kept appearing in the Biochemical Pool and there was also a strange gurgling sound.
'Basic tissue acquisition complete. Do you want to start creating wild wolf units?' The screen showed again.
Garon answered yes with his consciousness.
The screen suddenly disappeared. This was a virtual screen that was directly connected to the Energy Machinist through Willpower. Other than the Energy Machinist himself, no one else could see it. This also guaranteed the high level of mystery and safety of the Energy Machinist to a certain extent.
The feedback from Garon's Willpower allowed him to control the progress in the Biochemical Pool at any time. He could stop and restart at any time.
According to the standard Energy Machinist's control quantity, as a Level Two Energy Machinist, he could only control one imprint, which meant that he could only control one cannon fodder. If he had a test bench, he could create elite units, which were the elite version of cannon fodder. However, the test bench was not something that he could obtain now. It required a lot of materials and had high technical requirements. Usually, only very rich Energy Machinists would dare to create test benches at a low level because they could use space tools to carry these things away.
Simply put, when Energy Machinists were low-level, they were actually doing the work of ancient modulators. They were just walking the path of pure biochemistry. Because the elite version of biochemical machinery was the patent of the test bench, most Energy Machinists did not have to think about it at all unless they reached a high level.
In addition, this profession itself required an abnormal amount of computing power. People without talent would at most be a low-level Energy Machinist in their lifetime. It was considered good if they could reach Level Three or Level Four Energy Machinist, not to mention the higher level Level Five and Inherited Level.
Most of the Energy Machinists on the market were limited to Level Three because the entry requirements for Energy Machinists were too high. The time spent would also increase exponentially. Therefore, if one did not have talent, they would need a lot of time to accumulate and practice. This also caused many Energy Machinists to reach Level Three or Level Four at the age of seventy or eighty. Level Four was almost the limit of talent that most people could reach.
However, Garon was different. He had potential points that could increase his intelligence and computing power. Even with his current computing power, he was at the top level among the ordinary Energy Machinists. He was a standard genius. One should know that Energy Machinists were originally only computing geniuses and top students could take up the position. And the geniuses among the Energy Machinists were the terrifying top geniuses among the ordinary people.
A series of information flashed through Garon's mind quickly, but his eyes were fixed on the changes in the Biochemical Pool. The milk-colored biochemical liquid that was put in had already started to boil. The mutated beast carcass that was thrown in earlier had completely dissolved. Now, some small, algae-like floating objects began to appear on the surface of the liquid. And with the passage of time, these floating objects continued to increase.
A faint fishy smell began to appear in the basement. It was a little like the smell of mutton, but also a little like the stench of sea fish.
Garon's expression did not change. He just quietly stared at the biochemical liquid in the Biochemical Pool, waiting for the results. At the same time, he also had to carefully calculate how much time it would take for each cultivation. After all, the conditions here were not standard conditions. He had also found many substitutes for the biochemical liquid. The cultivation environment also did not have the equipment to maintain the optimal temperature, humidity, and radiation. In such an environment, the general data recorded in the data lost its meaning. He still had to calculate the unit time in actual operation.
*****
Far away from Leo City.
Large groups of Predators slowly walked towards this side. There were no less than ten thousand of them.
The Predators that appeared first were riding motorcycles at the back. They seemed to be supervising, constantly letting out unknown roars from their mouths.
The whole group of Predators was not fast, but their numbers were densely packed. It was as if the entire field of vision of the grassland had been completely occupied. There were more than ten thousand of them. Even in simple terms, it looked like a large group.
Vulture Town had become history. It had completely turned into ruins behind the Predators. There were no living people in it. Bones and rotten flesh were everywhere. There were also skulls and limbs that were not completely eaten.
The walls, the floor, and the door were all covered in dried black blood. Two sections of human intestines were used as ropes to tie the door knocker. It was unknown how many people were used to twist the intestines to the size of a forearm. It looked very tough and was a little black.
Caw caw!!
A group of Scavenger Crows landed. They flapped their wings and jumped around from time to time, fighting for the rotten meat.
"Advance!!"
The Level Two Predator leader of the Predators roared.
"Hiss!!"
All the Predators raised their heads and let out a roar, as if they were responding to the leader's call.
From the sky, it could be clearly seen that at this time, with Leo City as the center, more and more Predators began to surround it from all directions. Not only Leo City, but the other small towns were also like isolated islands in the sea. They were on the verge of collapse.
*****
"Have you contacted the people in Doe Town?!" East Perrin stared at the communication staff who ran over and asked in a low voice.
"No … The signal is badly disrupted. We can't hear anything at all." The communication staff was trained by Malone. Although his skills were not bad, he did not have good equipment. He could only helplessly reply to the leader.
"Could it be that the people in Doe Town are also doomed?" East Perrin murmured.
"Don't worry so much. We'll hold on for as long as we can." Malone whispered beside her. "That Garon hasn't come out yet?"
"He's still in the basement. I don't know what he's doing." East Perrin shook her head. "I've sent people to guard him. As soon as he comes out, we'll know immediately."
"We can't pin all our hopes on him alone." Malone whispered.
"Do we have a choice?" East Perrin smiled bitterly. "If there's no other way, who would pin their hopes on a person they just met not long ago?"
"How about digging a tunnel?" Malone suggested.
"We don't have the energy and time. Moreover, if what you said is true, the Predators originally came out from the cracks in the ground. If we dig a tunnel, it will be worse." East Perrin said helplessly.
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