Chapter 318
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The military of Alabasta had never had the habit of collecting corpses. The corpses torn apart by fierce artillery fire were equivalent to the ruins of buildings. The fragmented corpses had no value in being pieced together, but they would soon be submerged by the moving desert.
The vast yellow sand was an inexhaustible cemetery. Dry limbs were buried by the quicksand, and occasionally, some ragged corpses stubbornly stuck out half of their bodies. The rotten and wrinkled corpses had air-dried strips of cloth hanging on them. The foraging venomous insects and scorpions climbed and gnawed as if they were exploring a map, making a teeth-numbing sound.
Buzz buzz buzz …
The gnawing venomous insects suddenly stopped their movements. Their ugly abdominal eyes reflected the flowing sand sea, and then they fell from the corpses and crawled away in panic. The dense sound of flapping carapaces and wings resonated with the sound coming from under the desert …
Buzz buzz buzz … Hiss hiss hiss …
The sound grew louder and louder. The hair-raising sound spread out with a sinister malice. The dark yellow sand surface creased and cracked strangely, like a dry and horrifying bark slowly emerging from the desert. Countless threads pierced through the flesh of the corpses on the battlefield and wiped out all the poisonous scorpions that were searching for food and fleeing.
Under the dark night sky, it was quiet and cold. The horror that no one could see seemed to have burped and returned to the bottom of the desert with satisfaction. The rancid and residual bloody smell of the entire battlefield were swept away.
The silence was terrible!
In the depths of the thick desert, countless thick and knotted tentacles were like the intertwined roots of an old tree, firmly grasping the rock formation at the bottom of the sand. Below the rock formation was a huge maze that was constantly expanding and extending, as if an endless dark nest was swallowing everything all the time.
In the darkness, there was a man who was close to three meters tall. He had a head of thick black hair that extended all the way to his heels. His eyes were dyed black, without any white in them. There was a black birthmark on the exposed skin of his neck. His whole body exuded an indescribable aura, as if the air around him flowed faster than anywhere else. The black hair at his heels was fluttering in the wind.
Second Broodmother – Pyramid Guardian: Accelerator.
As they walked in silence, the threads around them seemed to have been stimulated. They hissed and swallowed the dead bodies that were dragged down one after another, decomposing them into nutrients and sending them back to the base of the pyramid incessantly.
The dripping nutrients were like a tap that had been opened, pouring into the biochemical pool and being absorbed by the broodmother at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Above the biochemical pool, a few conduits connected to precision instruments were inserted into the shallow surface of the biochemical pool. A portion of the biochemical liquid was extracted and sent to the experiment table in the center. On the experiment table was a transformed body whose chest had been dissected open. All kinds of probes were inserted, and the instruments at the side observed and recorded the physiological data indicated by various radio waves.
Around the experiment table were Culeja, whose hair was disheveled and who looked excited, and Adams, whose electronic eyes were flashing fiercely. They each held a notebook in their hands and were frantically recording and analyzing the data presented by various experiments. Then, they put down their notebooks at the same time and picked up the experiment equipment.
"The 27th experiment of the Biochemical Fluid and the Rust Worm Culture Chamber continues!"
At the same time, Culeja's scalpel accurately cut off the exposed heart valve of the experimental subject as fast as lightning. On the other side, Adams's mechanical arm smoothly followed up. His finger pierced into the heart valve like an injection needle, injecting a section of rust worm liquid made of nanoparticles into the heart valve.
"Insertion complete!"
Culeja, who had long been prepared, quickly stitched up the heart valve tissue as if she was threading a needle. The operation seemed simple, but in fact, the number of people in the world who could disassemble the heart so quickly and accurately and suture it in such a short time could be counted on one hand.
The moment Culeja removed the needle and thread, Adams' mechanical fingers almost turned into a series of afterimages. Countless fine metal probes stuck close to the blood vessels of Culeja's heart.
Beep Beep Beep Beep …
Rapid alarms sounded from the observation instruments. The experimental body under deep anesthesia on the experiment table began to twitch violently. The heart was dyed rusty like molten iron as if it had been contaminated. An ordinary person would have died by now, but the transformed body modified by the broodmother had already transcended the concept of simple carbon-based life. Although there was still a strong rejection reaction, the indicators that represented the movement of life were still tenaciously resisting.
"It is estimated that the heart rate will stop beating in 17 minutes."
Adams glanced at the heart rate graph and frowned. Culeja also glanced at it from the corner of her eyes. Then, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the heart wrapped in 'molten iron'. The wriggling rust liquid seeped out of the heart membrane. The heart was beating violently like a rapidly operating pump that transported blood to every part of the body. Naturally, the rapidly dividing and reproducing rust worms were also transported along with the blood.
"Inject the biochemical liquid!"
Adams said as he pressed the button on the instrument next to him. The biochemical liquid that had been extracted long ago was injected into the heart through the catheter. After a few breaths, the transformed body stopped twitching. The various indicators that represented the vital signs gradually returned to normal. The heart that came into view had turned into a silver-black sarcoma.
The black sarcoma was the transformed silk tissue, and the silver sarcoma was the wriggling parasitic nano-rust worms.
"It's stabilized."
Adams let out a long sigh of relief in his heart. Sure enough, this kind of highly active biochemical fluid had incredible effects. The only pity was that the amount of biochemical fluid they were allowed to extract every day was limited. It was only about the capacity of a 500ml beaker. Once this amount was exceeded, the few transformants standing beside the biochemical pool would immediately turn off the switch of the extraction conduit.
The 500ml would be divided equally between Adams and Culeja. On the one hand, it would be used for experiments in the culture chamber of the rust worms. On the other hand, it would be diluted for various experiments or for observation and analysis.
After a period of experimental observation, his and Culeja's conclusion about this biochemical liquid was still at the surface level. It was an active liquid with a high concentration of macromolecules.
"Your cooperation is getting better and better. This is a good thing. It seems that the experiment is moving forward." Yarlin, who had been silently watching from the side, clapped his hands lightly. The crazily rising progress bars and values on his retina made him unable to hide the joy on his face. It seemed that the accelerator had controlled the radius of the broodmother to reach a new battlefield.
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