Chapter 301
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The cannonballs that were sliced in half by the horns fell to the ground. Wapol grabbed Dalton's horns and opened his mouth. His throat was filled with a rustling sound, as if something that he had swallowed was crawling out of his bottomless stomach.
"What is that?" Dalton stared at the dark, gloomy mouth. Countless weird silver threads darted out of the mouth and occupied his entire vision. The silver threads hissed and bit at Dalton's face like weird, thin snakes that were stuck by frost.
Dalton was shocked. He tried his best to take a step back, but his face and his horns were stuck to by the slippery snow. The cold air directly tore off a piece of his flesh.
"That's not up to you!" Wapol laughed viciously. The frosty armor on his chest cracked open, revealing the bulging muscles underneath. Countless cannons poked out of the armor. He looked like a terrifying monster that was half human and half machine.
The Tuntun Fruit's ability allowed him to swallow and digest all substances and make them part of his body. Wapol had been swallowing all kinds of weapons in recent years. He himself was a moving arsenal.
"Military Roar!"
Countless cannonballs were shot out like a swarm of frenzied insects. They buzzed and exploded in all directions. The sound of the explosions and the red color covered everything.
Dalton's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he watched his subordinates and soldiers being torn apart by the cannons. Blood flowed down his cheeks. Wapol laughed out loud and turned his arm into a shotgun. A few soldiers who tried to resist fell to the ground. Half of their arms fell to the ground, and the finger that was holding the trigger froze in vain.
"Dalton, save me!"
"Save …"
Dalton stomped on the ground and used his hard body to block the dense rain of bullets. Blood splattered everywhere, and the voice of the man behind him came to an abrupt end. Half of his head was pierced by a bullet, and his brain and blood splattered all over his face.
"Wapol!" Dalton roared.
"I'm the guard of the Crystal Palace and the king of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom, Dalton." Wapol looked at Dalton, who was covered in blood, and grabbed the bull's horns with both hands. He opened his mouth and bit Dalton's neck. "Come, become a part of the army!" He roared in a muffled voice.
The ice and snow under their feet trembled. The branches that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws suddenly seemed to come alive. Behind the trembling and falling snowflakes, the tree trunks that were covered in sparkling and translucent snowflakes were revealed. Countless snowflakes rose from the ground from all directions and shot into the space between the brows of the fleeing soldiers.
"The entire Magnetic Drum Island will become a part of the army!"
Wapol swung his mouth violently, and Dalton was flung away like he had fainted. Then, his body was pierced through like a sieve by the crazy snow lines. His face was filled with fear for a moment, and a strange black smoke appeared on his face. His body began to grow taller, and the two horns on his head grew to a meter long. It was a terrifying sight to behold.
The snowflakes returned to the ground after the transformation. Dalton, who was almost five meters tall, looked like a terrifying bull demon king. Black smoke was coming out of his nostrils.
"The Crystal Palace will need about two months to digest this island. During this time, lock down the island. No one is allowed to enter or leave," Wapol said coldly.
With an expressionless face, Dalton led the transformed soldiers out of the snow forest and began to seal off the island.
Jayz and Cromarymount swallowed their saliva as they watched Dalton walk past them. The black wind that he brought with him was cold and threatening. Glancing at the soldiers from the corner of their eyes, they could not understand the strange transformation of their voices.
"This …" Jess and Cromarion saw their own pale and horrified faces in each other's eyes. Their simple brain circuits couldn't form the appropriate words, and they stuttered as they spoke.
"I heard that the Magnetic Drum Kingdom is a country of medicine." The trembling Jess and Cromarimon, who had their mouths turned to the back of their heads with a terrifying smile. "Where are the doctors?"
"They were all expelled or killed by King Wapol!"
"Oh." Eviltooth put his hand on the two's shoulder and said coldly, "Try to remember."
Transformants were all killing machines. The original memories in their bodies were crushed during the transformation process. Therefore, the answers could not be obtained from Wapol's mind. The transformation process was an irreversible process that tampered with the mind and body. The transformation of the body could also be modified. During the process of upgrading the army, Yarlin did have many new transformant formulas in his mind. However, due to the differences in the world, many of the ingredients needed to be experimented with again.
The loss of memory seemed to be a forbidden area that could not be touched. This was one of the disadvantages of transformants. Otherwise, Yarlin could have found a way to transform some of the high-ranking officials in the world government. This way, he could control the direction of the world with the least cost.
However, this was obviously impossible. A person in a high position would always be surrounded by many eyes. The slightest abnormal behavior was likely to be noticed and suspected by others, not to mention amnesia and a strange change in temperament that was absolutely abnormal.
"I remember now. There was a very famous doctor. Because she lived alone on the snowy peak and rarely came down to treat people, King Wapol did not expel her." Jess hurriedly pointed at a mountain shrouded in clouds. "It's that snowy peak. It's an old woman who is said to be 140 years old. She's called …"
"Dr. Culeja. I remember that's her name." Cromarion added.
When King Wapol inherited the throne, he enacted many absurd laws and policies to maintain his tyrannical rule. Expelling and killing famous doctors in the country was one of the more famous ones. The purpose was to make the people of the country live in fear of disease and death, thus controlling and enslaving the people. It was Jess's suggestion at the time.
On the snowy peak of the Magnetic Drum Mountain, in an ancient castle surrounded by snowy mountains, Dr. Culeja, who was a little drunk, turned her head and said with her cloudy eyes, "It's noisy outside."
On the table by the side, the blue-nosed reindeer stood upright on the chair, burying his short body into the desk. He was sorting out the thick and moldy medical books. Hearing the question, he poked his head out like a raccoon and actually spoke in human language, "Ah, Choba, are you going to see what's happening outside?"
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