Mage Adam

"The collection and translation of language and text has been completed, do you want to accept it?"

There was a prompt from the personal chip, and after Nahum chose to receive it, the not-so-noisy sounds around him became meaningful.

"Those of the same family who have passed the ordinary physical examination come here, and the germ cell collection will be carried out later. After the collection, you can receive daily necessities for five people..."

"The same family who passed the warlock's test came here to inject the stable reagent, and the devil cell transplantation will start two hours later..."

Warlock, devil cell transplantation, these are the two keywords. Nahum wandered behind them, quietly took a stabilizing reagent, opened it, dipped it into his mouth, and found that it was a life-guaranteed A medicine that will not collapse at all, the effect is very good, no worse than the same kind of medicine made by the Fourth Holy Tower, and it contains a small amount of harmful substances. This should be a mutated vaccine.

The maintainers of these orders should be warlocks. They... are terrifying. There are more or less mutated tissues on the body. This is definitely not a benign phenomenon. They are consuming the vitality of the warlocks.

And the energy they emit, at first glance, looks no different from magic energy.

Nahum paused here for a moment, and then turned to the other side.

This side is another situation, the order is still orderly, the creatures line up mechanically, holding pieces of monster flesh and blood in their hands, these flesh and blood even have disgusting blood, but these creatures are not willing to waste even a little blood, Even if swallowing is very painful, still don't let them fall freely.

"The food synthesizer will start working in five minutes, and the working time will be one hour..."

The food synthesis machine is a simple five-meter-high machine. Regardless of the principle it uses, the manufacturing process is not even as good as the level of the mages in ancient times. The power core and pipes are exposed, the chimney emits smoke of suspicious color, and the process of starting A loud noise that sounds like it's about to fall apart.

Five minutes later, the noise subsided a bit, and an entrance and an exit were opened up and down on the surface of the machine. The creatures in line stepped forward in silence, and threw the flesh and blood of the monster into the entrance above.

"One kilogram...three kilograms..." A voice came out from the machine, reporting the weight of the stuffing.

Soon the blood and flesh were filled, and the noise became louder again. Nahum could see that the inside of the machine began to decompose the flesh and blood. The decomposed matter flowed into the production line for further processing and synthesis, and became a black-purple gel that flowed out from the outlet below and was divided by the machine. into small pieces of the same amount, and then the creatures in line again silently stepped forward to take their due part.

Nahum didn't need to get the sample, but he knew that it contained the energy necessary for ordinary life. It must not taste good, but at least it was harmless and could allow people to live.

He also noticed that the ratio of inputs and gains was not equal, but the creatures did not express any dissatisfaction because of this. They were all used to it. After receiving the supplies, they carefully put them away, then turned around and left the city, returning to the wilderness.

An hour passed quickly, several food synthesis machines stopped working on time, and Nahum turned back to the other side.

The warlocks led several teams into the city. There was a protective layer outside the city. Its strength could block third-level magic at most, and it was more about shielding void radiation and suppressing the effects of warlocks' own energy on ordinary people.

There are more warlocks in cities,

They were resting among the dilapidated houses, their bodies were filled with different kinds of devilish energy, and they looked no different from monsters, but Nahum knew that they were using this method to suppress changes in the organization.

They are waiting for the monster's next attack.

The warlock led the lineup to a workshop full of culture tanks, and they were taken to both sides according to the original distribution. First, the germ cell contributors were sterilized and then walked into the culture tank to soak in the liquid.

One after another ferocious cold tubes were inserted into their bodies, and they could clearly see that their whole bodies were trembling with pain, their bodies burst open and spurted out blood, which was immediately repaired by the liquid, and the concentration of the liquid was reduced during this process, becoming thinner. .

Thirty seconds later, the cultivation tank was opened, and the devotee was sent out. His feet were unsteady and limp on the ground, but he stood up on his own without support, put on his clothes and took the gel food and left directly out of the city.

During the whole process, not a word is spoken, even if he or she is weak and unable to stand, even if they know they have few days to live.

Nahum entered the factory, and found that there were more small culture tanks inside, most of which were embryos, and a small part were babies. Some warlocks in tight isolation suits were carefully taking out the fully grown babies, and then sent them to the factory. Drugs are injected into their bodies.

"Not qualified...not qualified..."

"qualified!"

Unqualified individuals were not abandoned, but were put into secondary cultivation tanks, while qualified individuals entered higher-level cultivation tanks, the nutrient solution in them was full of energy.

At this time, a voice from outside came to Nahum's ears: "The transplantation of devil cells has begun, and the warlocks on call are ready to kill."

Senior warlocks also wearing isolation suits walked out of the room on the other side of the factory. They imprisoned a fourth-level monster in their own way, and then silently opened its body to remove the cells from the part near the energy core.

The transplanted people were also cut open, exposing the heart and brain, and the warlocks approached them with the devil cells, and transplanted the cells into their bodies.

What happened next was brutal.

Nahum admitted that their means were not weak, but limited by limited resources, they did not have a complete security system. The rejection reaction of all the transplanted people was very severe, and random parts of the successful body were replaced by monster tissues. Become an extraordinary life and obtain the qualification to use magic energy. The loser mutates and becomes a monster directly, and is obliterated by the warlock standing by.

The number of people who fail is far more than the number of people who succeed.

However, no one cares about this tragedy, neither the performer nor the transplanted.

The operator performed the operation mechanically, while the transplantee watched his companions succeed or die numbly. There was no trace of panic in the team, and this silence had a solemn flavor.

The operation was all over three hours later, and only one hundred and eighty-two of the nearly thousand transplanted survived. From Nahum's eyes, it was easy to see that they had gained strength, but lost the vitality of a healthy life. Most of the functions, including various senses, and...reproductive ability, in the next life process, apart from fighting monsters and then sacrificing, they can only fight against mutated body tissues, and after success, they will become stronger to a limited extent, Failure can only lead to death.

Nahum left this 'arsenal' and wandered around the city.

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