The ridge of the continent, the Deity of Gods.
Sky Lord passed through the tower and strode into the underground modified karst cave.
Before the city was officially crowned with a deity's name, it was one of the most famous cities in the Blackstone region, with a history of nearly a thousand years. This was not the first time he had visited the place, and the complicated karst cave structure did not cause him any trouble. The only thing that annoyed him was Senior Lord Mask — Nassaupelle.
"My Lord, my Lord is currently conducting an important experiment. May I ask if you have communicated with my Lord beforehand?" At the entrance of the experimental grounds, a junior demon blocked Hackzord's path. As Mask's servant, he had clearly chosen the same path as the senior lord he served. His two heads were forcefully connected by a magic stone device, making him look deformed and ugly.
"Scram!" Hackzord did not wish to speak nonsense with him. He raised his hand and knocked the servant to the ground.
If it were a combat-type junior demon, Hackzord might have needed to spend some effort, but Mask had gone through a thorough path of modification. The magic stones fused with him were mostly unsuitable for combat, so the abilities of the junior demon demon that followed him were obvious.
Perhaps sensing that the Sky Lord was suppressing his anger, the attendant tactfully shut his mouth.
Hackzord pushed open the heavy stone door and walked into the experimental grounds without turning back. He did not open the Distortion Door and directly attack Mask, which was already the greatest respect he could muster.
Behind the door was an extremely spacious cave.
Tens of thousands of Stones of Lighting were embedded in the rock ceiling, resembling a night sky filled with stars. Beneath his feet was a dense cluster of Inferior Demons. They outnumbered the magic stones, and most of them were in the form of worms. They were caged up like livestock, receiving repeated stimulation from the magic power core.
Hackzord could not help but frown.
Even among the Inferior Demons, they were the most useless. Their lack of limbs meant that they were unable to work, and their extremely low intelligence made it difficult to tame them. But an unexpected discovery from the carrier experiments was probably due to their primitive and simple meridians. They had the highest success rate when fusing with foreign objects, making them ideal hosts.
Of course, not every Inferior Worm could live long enough to resonate with the Growth God Stone. The dead ones would become the food of the next batch of Inferior Worms. Only those that successfully adapted to the symbiotic state could become qualified weapons.
Naturally, Sky Lord would not sympathize with these lowly beings who could not be communicated with. Compared to their useless selves in the past, they could at least contribute to the race now. It was dissatisfied with Mask's twisted sense of humor.
The modification process could have been carried out in a closed karst cave, but the other party deliberately set it up in the most eye-catching area. Four suspension bridges crossed the heads of tens of thousands of Inferior Demons from four directions and connected to the thick stone pillar in the center of the cave. Every time Lucien wanted to enter the center of the experimental field, he was forced to "admire" the work of the other party.
The writhing bodies of the Inferior Demons, their painful screams, the pungent smell of their excrement, and the rotten skin of all kinds of failed products filled the entire cave with a foul atmosphere. No ordinary member of the race would enjoy staying in such a dark and negative place, but Mask had deliberately set up the experimental field on top of the stone pillar. Hackzord even suspected that his brain had suffered some sort of damage during the fusion process, causing him to become so unreasonable.
After passing through the suspension bridge, Hackzord found Nassaupelle in the modification room on the top floor.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Sky Lord was instantly infuriated. He saw Senior Lord Mask circling around the remains of the iron bird that his subordinates had dragged back and sizing them up. Lying around him were several human nobles whose fate was unknown. The only one who was still alive was being held in Mask's hands. His face was contorted from fright and there were obvious wet marks on his robe.
"Nassaupelle!" he roared. "Who allowed you to touch the people I brought? Even if you want to conduct experiments, you should have gotten my permission first! "
It was no wonder that he was so furious. He had painstakingly transported the mainland migrants to the Great Rift Valley before sending them to the Deity of Gods. It was all for the sake of preventing Graycastle from expanding its potential for war, and at the same time, replenishing the city's laborers. It could be said to be killing two birds with one stone. He never expected that just as he brought a batch of humans back to the Deity of Gods, a worried Everwinter noble would come knocking on his door, saying that a few of his companions had been abducted by the guards and their whereabouts were unknown.
This would undoubtedly destroy the stable order that he had painstakingly established.
What made Hackzord the most unhappy was that it was fine to capture commoners for experiments, but the other party had to capture the nobles — and the latter was the key to controlling the lower-class citizens. Without the nobles' appeals, the amount of effort and time Hackzord had to expend to control the tens of thousands of people would have been several times greater.
"Lord Hackzord … save me!" The surviving nobles cried out as though they had seen their savior.
"Ah … So it's Your Excellency, Sky Lord." Mask turned around and said indifferently, "I have to say that this is a misunderstanding. I do like to fuse essences, but that doesn't include the worms. I have already obtained their most outstanding parts six hundred years ago."
He took off a mask from his head and revealed the face of a female human beneath it — it should have belonged to a certain Witch, but it had now become a part of him.
And there were more than ten such masks. It was easy to imagine how horrifying it would be if all of them were removed. According to Nassaupelle, the brain was the spirit of wisdom and was more important than any other part of the body. And the more brains one had, the higher the efficiency of one's thinking. Hence, the characteristic of a powerful race was to have at least two heads. This way, they would be able to consider problems while resting, maximizing the use of time.
But in Hackzord's eyes, only ugly demonic beasts and Sky-sea Realm monsters would have such an appearance.
An indiscernible purple light flashed as the mask in Mask's hand was instantly sliced into two. Following that, a line of blood slowly split open on the female's face as dark blue blood flowed out.
Nassaupelle probably did not expect Hackzord to make a move, causing his imposing manner to suffer a setback. He dropped the noble in his hand and clutched his injured face as he retreated a few steps. "Sky Lord, y-y-you, are you crazy? You actually attacked a senior lord for a worm? Don't forget that I am the Creator of the Deity of Gods, and the hope for our race to win the Battle of Divine Will. Could it be that — you wish to betray the King? "
Seeing the other party's panicked expression, Hackzord felt a tinge of delight surge in his heart.
Ever since becoming the commander of the Western Front, he had never encountered anything that went his way. The Nightmare Lord was mysteriously lost, and the army was ultimately unable to break through the human's defensive line. Now, even after painstakingly plotting for the race to win, Mask was obstructing him from behind. It was preposterous!
It was impossible for Nassaupelle to not know that he was the one who had brought the humans to the Deity of Gods. To abduct them without his permission was undoubtedly a brazen offense. It could only be said that after a series of failures, Hackzord had been belittled by others.
This was not the King's Presiding Holy See, and Senior Lord Mask was not the Magic Slayer. If he did not teach the other party a lesson, he might really think that he was a pushover.
What was the point of emphasizing that having more brains was an advantage?
In the face of the disparity in strength, having more brains was useless. He wanted to let the other party know who was the commander of the Western Front army.
"If you are loyal to the King, you should know what to do and what not to do." Hackzord retracted the sharp Distortion Door and said coldly, "Be it to me or the race, these people are of great use. I hope you understand this point."
The two senior lords looked at each other for a moment before Mask admitted defeat. "I was negligent … I will seek your opinion first next time."
"That's good." Hackzord nodded. He did not plan to force the other party. After all, the Deity of Gods required a few advanced humans who were familiar with the magic power core to control it, and they were basically Nassaupelle's subordinates. At the same time, the Symbiotic Demon weapons needed to be manufactured by the other party. He could not do anything to Mask, or else the King would be the first to not spare him.
"My, my Lord … Oh, it's great to be able to see you …" The noble scrambled to Sky Lord's side and hugged his thigh tightly.
"Let's talk about this later." Hackzord swept a glance at him before looking at Mask. "Since it's not for the fusion, why did you bring the humans here?"
Mask curled his lips at the iron bird's wreckage. "I just wanted to ask them how this thing's core works."
Hackzord followed his gaze and saw an extremely intricate piece of equipment placed in front of the iron bird's head.
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