Pierre's full name was Adolf. Pierre.
He was the first apprentice alchemist to follow Heinz.
Alchemists were not divided into grades. The strength of alchemists was completely determined by their alchemy achievements, and their works represented their grades.
For the past thirty years, Pierre had been unknown among the alchemists of the various countries on the continent. Very few people knew that Pierre's alchemy achievements had long qualified him to be called a master.
Perhaps he was not as good as his mentor, but compared to Andrew, he was much stronger.
In the valley at night, the magic lights were still lit.
Pierre was looking at the medicinal pool not far away with a serious expression.
The medicine pool was like a coffin. The dark green medicine emitted a dark green light under the illumination of the magic lamp, and it was filled with the aura of death.
There was a corpse soaked in the potion. It was Bill.
The poor young man whose blood had been sucked dry by the blood-sucking bees became a little swollen under the soaking of the potion. His naked body was covered in all kinds of strange symbols. A small magic formation was set up around the medicinal pool. Some strange threads pierced out of Bi Lei's body and connected to the magic formation.
A few apprentices surrounded the corpse. When the light of the magic circle dimmed, they would take out an energy crystal and replace it. It allowed the energy to continue entering the body in the medicinal pool.
He could clearly see something squirming in the center of Bi Lei's body.
Perhaps because they were too focused, they did not notice that a shadow was quietly approaching from the darkness not far away.
With the help of the mountain's own shadow, Gong Hao walked on the edge of the cliff of death.
He knew that once he was discovered, only death awaited him.
Bill…what are they doing to you?
Gong Hao's heart trembled slightly.
The most hateful thing was that he couldn't get too close to the medicinal pool.
No one knew what kind of method alchemists had to find people hiding. Gong Hao held his breath and completely hid himself in the darkness. He tried his best to channel the qi in his body to his ears, trying to expand his hearing to discover the hidden secret.
Damn Lancelot, the usage of Combat Aura was ever-changing. Why couldn't he teach him more?
Whether it was the release of warrior power, the restraint of warrior power, the concealment of warrior power, or the sharp vision and hearing, all of them required a subtle understanding of the use of warrior power. Gong Hao only felt the airflow in his body constantly colliding, so much so that his brain was about to explode, but it didn't help his hearing at all.
Instead, it made him feel a little dizzy.
He had to stay calm. Since he was here, he definitely couldn't just look at the scenery from afar.
Gong Hao took a few deep breaths.
He closed his eyes and relaxed his entire body, allowing the battle energy to flow freely in his body like a happy stream of water.。。Gradually, he felt that he had become one with the darkness.
He tried to guide the airflow evenly throughout his body, and he could feel that his sense of touch had become sharper.
One more step, one more step!
The wind blew gently.
"It's almost time," said an acolyte.”
Yes, it was the wind.
The sound was transmitted in the air. What he wanted to capture was not the sound, but the aura of the wind.
He tried his best to sense the wind in the air and savor the call of the wind spirit. It was as if there were countless lives whispering in the air.
It gradually enlarged.
"Lord Pierre, the recovery rate of flesh activity is only 25%. We can't conduct mageweath experiments. Do we need to increase the supply of energy to the magic circle?”
It was an acolyte speaking.
"Forget it, it's useless to increase it any further." What about other aspects?"
" The soul has completely dissipated. I can't create a flesh puppet. However, the worst thing is that the implanted spirit body is in a withered state due to the loss of life nourishment. May I ask, Sir Pierre, do you want to remove it in advance?”
"Is this a newcomer?"
"Yes."
"Damn it, it hasn't even been thirty days, and I haven't even reached the minimum requirement.”
"Sir, should we take it out first?”
"Let's take it out and take a look first."”
"Yes."
An acolyte held a sharp knife and cut open Bile's stomach. Even though the night was dark and they were quite far away, Gong Hao still saw the acolyte take out a small meatball from Bi Lei's body.
The meatball had hands and feet, and a clear face. It was clearly a small person.
The acolyte handed the meatball to Pierre, who then dripped a few drops of potion on it. The meatball's originally closed eyes suddenly opened after being stimulated by the potion. With a loud cry, it bit down on Pierre.
Before the meatball could bite him, Pierre squeezed it hard, causing it to explode, exploding into a bloody rain.
"Hmph, it's useless to keep a failed product that hasn't fully developed.”
After some thought, Pierre said to the apprentice,""Skin this person's flesh and prepare to refine the Undead Puppet. Damn Andrew, you can't even handle this matter properly. You wasted a Soul Seed for nothing. It's going to be a little troublesome to deliver the goods.”
"Yes, my lord."
" It seems like I should inform Andrew." Pierre lowered his head and muttered to himself." Don't assign the new servants to do dangerous work for the time being." There aren't many spirit seeds left…"
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"Wow!" Gong Hao couldn't help but vomit on the ground.
Even though he already knew that the secret in the valley was not something good, as long as he did not discover it with his own eyes, he would still have a glimmer of hope. For example, there might be some secret palace under the valley that needed manpower to build? Or was there another way to send these people away?
More than once, he hoped that those terrifying thoughts in his heart were just groundless suspicions, that he was just measuring a gentleman's belly with a petty heart, that all his worries were just the sorrowful suspicions of a small figure.
Never before had he wished so badly that he was wrong, but the cruel truth told him that everything he had thought of before was the truth.……
Gong Hao didn't know how he walked out of that valley. He was completely numb at that time and almost shouted out loud on the spot.
He knew that if he didn't leave now, he wouldn't be able to leave in the future.
He hurriedly retreated.
Then, he spat on the ground.
He felt like he was going to vomit his intestines out.
He felt dizzy.
He did not see much, nor did he understand much, but that was enough.
Heinz and his assistants were treating every servant as a guinea pig. If a living person was to be used for experiments, even a corpse would not be spared.
It seemed that many of their experiments required living humans, and many of their alchemical products consumed human lives.
For example, those flesh puppets.
There was also that bloody, hideous, and terrifying meatball. Even in its immature stage, it revealed its ferocious, brutal, and bloodthirsty tendencies.
Damn it!
He finally understood why these people went through so much trouble to make every batch of servants work here for at least a month before taking them away.
They could have left a batch of fixed servants behind and sent the newcomers to do experiments.
It was obvious that they had secretly planted the so-called spiritual seed in every servant. It was very likely that these spirit seeds had entered their bodies through their work or their diet. This thing was like an alien, living in a human body and growing by devouring the flesh and blood of humans. The meatball would stay in the human body for at least a month, then fall into a long sleep until it was awakened by some special medicine.
Judging from the appearance of this meatball, it was definitely a terrifying killing machine. It was definitely much stronger than puppet warriors and flesh puppets. And now, there was no doubt that there was such a thing in his body.
Purgatory Island was currently conducting a series of terrifying research for the Lance Empire, providing weapons of various levels. Normal, advanced, cutting-edge, and even the Dark Terror King level.
One day, they would cut open their stomachs and take out the spirit body. No matter how hard he worked, all he got was a lingering death.
Even if he could escape from this terrifying hellish world, who could guarantee that one day, this damned seed would not end its slumber and cut open its stomach to burst out of its blood?
Previously, Gong Hao was still mentally prepared to immediately think of a way to escape once he realized that something was wrong. However, the current him had completely given up hope of escaping.
He finally understood why Lancelot hid far away by the tranquil lake. Perhaps this was the only way to alleviate the guilt in his heart. Only this way could he stay away from those bloodthirsty, cruel, and inhumane bastards.
Butcher? Using such words to describe them was simply an insult to Butcher.
"Bastard!" Gong Hao roared in a low voice,"Even if I die, I'll drag all of you into hell!" I swear!"
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