Chapter 50: The amazing ideas of the mixed race, the arrival of Caesar
The Gatuso family's private institute is hidden deep under the rock formations of the Alps, and the entrance is disguised as an abandoned Baroque castle.
The internal scene is also different from what ordinary people imagine.
The entire institute is built with the highest-end technology mixed alchemy technology today, which can be said to be soaked in the blood and sweat of alchemy cattle and horses. The innermost core laboratory obsidian walls are inlaid with super-large bronze alchemy patterns, fluorescent blue.
The liquid mercury flows in the lines, converging towards the center like blood vessels, and finally converges into a dragon-shaped relief hanging upside down on the ceiling.
The embossed dragon holds a dark red crystal that looks like blood. It is the "Sage Stone" recovered from the battlefield between Bu Shun and Norton during the "San Francisco-City of Angels" incident. In the catalysis of the alchemy matrix
Next, the Word Spirit Field radiated by this special Sage Stone has the effect of suppressing the activities of most high-risk organisms.
The automatic defense turret in the corner turned the muzzle silently, aiming at every shadow—as if even the air was seen as a potential threat.
The holographic projection of EVA is suspended on the operating table, monitoring the entire experiment in real time. While collecting data, it is also ready to kill indoor researchers and test subjects at any time.
And the center of the laboratory—
Twelve annular glass storage compartments were suspended in the air, and each of them imprisoned living samples with extremely distorted postures:
Six pairs of insect-like membrane wings were cracked on the back of a humanoid creature, and its human-like face was firmly against the glass, and its blood-filled eyes were almost crushed by itself;
In the other cabin, Deadpool was curled up all over her body, with golden light swaying in her skeleton-like hollow eyes, and asphalt-like mucus constantly oozing out of the surface of the tumor body as it was rejected.
...
In the center of these nightmare products that are difficult to describe even if human imagination is devoted to, a half-demon named Susie stands here, focusing on everyone's sight.
Seeing that she was not moving, the bald chief researcher swallowed and repeated:
"Ms. Susie... Please inject 1ml of demon blood into Death Prisoner No. 569!"
It was not until the calm sound of EVA in the headphones that Susie's blood-colored claws trembled slightly, and a rippling black mist suddenly appeared in the air.
The three young assistants in the rear suddenly subconsciously took a half-step back, and their pupils contracted in fear - they all saw the inhuman horror of the "devil" during training.
Three days ago, a researcher suddenly became mentally ill and released a monster number 34 during the experiment. The muscle monster that was exaggerated like the Hulk mixed Spider-Man was only one existed in front of Susie who came to the aftermath.
In an instant, after the black fog dissipated, only an empty uniform and half of the charred finger bones were left on the spot.
Everyone here is fearing, but they are also greedily craving for this dangerous power.
"--Oh."
Feeling the fear of her coming from these people, Susie, who was exchanged here to assist in research, suddenly sneered in her heart.
Even if he is so afraid of the power of the demon, he still cannot refuse its temptation.
Humans are really a contradictory creature.
Then she couldn't help but fall into an inexplicable sorrow.
But I am just a bird of a feather... With the power of this hand, can I catch that person's back?
With this feeling of unknown how to be called "girl's sorrow", she approached the bald tattooed man with a frightened face and his hands and feet firmly bound to the operating table.
Death Prisoner No. 569.
There is no name, and of course there is no need for a name. These selected scumbags are all serious prisoners who are not exaggerated to shoot them for ten minutes.
The human world is always short of this kind of garbage.
Seeing the slender woman in a red windbreaker approaching, the bald man on the operating table twitched all over, and the fierce skeleton tattoo on his face twisted into a funny grimace under the soaking cold sweat.
Before being pushed into this laboratory, he could still say some yellow waste from time to time, trying to provoke the white-clothed researchers, but when he came to Susie, he did not dare to say a word to the beautiful black-haired woman.
At this moment, facing Susie walking towards him, he squeezed out a hoarse whimper in his throat, like a wild dog strangled to his neck: "No...please...I don't want to become a monster..."
The shackles were deeply strangled into the flesh, and the shackles at the ankles had already been stained with blood. When Susie's shadow enveloped him, the man suddenly burst out with a brute force, his head suddenly thrust and then thrust into the metal table, and his crazy pupils were almost torn.
The corner of the eyes: "Kill me! Kill me directly!"
Unfortunately, keeping the test subjects awake is also a part of the experiment required.
The black mist evaporated from Susie's claws and penetrated into the man's nose like a living snake. It was the atomized demon blood. A few months later, Susie could do it to her demon's hand.
This level of manipulation.
The bald man's begging for mercy came to an abrupt end the moment the black fog entered his body. The strong body trained in the prison labor instantly straightened, and the position of his spine made a clatter of overwhelming click.
The blood vessels under the tattoo began to wriggle strangely, and countless earthworm-like patterns bulged under the skin, as if something was eating his internal organs. The man's eyes were bulging, the corners of his mouth were grinning to the ears, revealing bloody gums - he just smiled like this
Died.
Failed.
Or, in a sense, it was successful.
Susie felt an unusual fear from the dead prisoner, and something she couldn't explain, slowly absorbed by her demon's right wrist.
She murmured to herself: "Using the Dragon Blood and Pamish virus, we can reversely create the power of the divine name..."
Ordinary researchers only think this is an experiment trying to master the power of demons and create stable variants of demons, but Susie and EVA know that it is just the superficial link.
Only the demon with the power of the divine name is considered complete. Her demonic hand comes from the "Demon of Shadow and Fog" as the root of the demon. Losing the name makes it control by a mortal like Susie, but late at night
, She still felt her right arm conveying a unique "hunger" to her...
Finally, Li Qianyue, the leader of the Lionheart Nursing Group "Lionheart Relief Group", gave her a suggestion.
——Since your demon’s right hand has lost its name and has only inherited a few of the noble and terrifying nature of the root cause of demons, why not try to use the materials we have to create a “name” that suits you?
So Angers ordered the death row prisoner with mixed-race qualifications to choose, transformed through alchemy, infected with Pamish, and finally forced the blood of the demon... After these processes, some kind of hazy thing actually gradually came to her.
The heart is formed.
It's like some unknown beast calling in my heart.
She lowered her eyes and watched the sharp claws pierce the man's heart. The black mist surged. The man who failed to alienate was wiped out in an instant, leaving only a charred shadow projected in the center of the operating table.
The researchers' breathing disappeared, leaving only the beeps of the instrument, and the name in his ear became clearer as she swallowed it.
And her thoughts passed through the fog, and her eyes were still the back of the lion-like man.
"Chu Zihang... Can I still catch up with you?"
…
…
"Chu Zihang, what level have you reached during this period of time?"
Caesar was put in one hand in the sharp-cut dark gray cashmere trench coat pocket, and walked off the plane with his other hand, but his eyes had quietly floated to somewhere.
"I have received a response from Faos Academy. You can see it as long as you arrive at the agreed location."
Chen Motong, who was beside him, glanced at his boyfriend and jumped down from the private plane's gangway with patent leather boots.
Her red hair flew wildly in the morning wind, the hem of the burgundy leather jacket swept across her knees, and a few strands of hair fell on her ears, revealing her unique and free and easy look between her eyebrows.
After sorting out her clothes, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Caesar's cuff: "Hey, look at the direction at nine o'clock."
Caesar looked in the direction she guided. Under the shadow of the terminal pillars, three men wearing black-patterned Fu Yuori were bowing to salute in his direction, with tattoos on their cuffs winding like snakes. The leader held them.
There is a black painted wooden box, and the wooden box is a hand-carved family pattern of the master carved the "Yuanjia" by himself. The subordinates next to them are equipped with knives and guns, and every move looks extremely solemn.
"A gift to us?"
After coming to this country, the little witch-like temperament that originally belonged to her seemed to return to Chen Motong. She licked her tiger teeth, and bright light and shadow appeared in her eyes, but she picked up the little one she had with her.
bag.
Caesar, who was standing by, reached out to stop Chen Motong, who was about to pull out his gun, walked forward with a big golden sword, and his voice fell in the wind, "Don't worry, this is already Chu Zihang's territory, I believe he won't
Even his subordinates can't control them."
"Hi!"
Seeing Caesar coming, the three executives of the executive department made a well-trained shout at the same time, saying in extremely standard Chinese: "Welcome to the Cassel Academy colleagues here to communicate!"
"Do you still consider yourself from the Japanese branch of Cassel Academy?" Caesar looked down on his eyes as if the king looked down at his subjects.
The leading executor raised his head and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "We have always been from the Bazi of the Snake Qi family, serving the masters, that's all."
"…Hmph." After pausing for a half-second, the gold in Caesar's eyes dimmed, "Who is the current president?"
"Of course it's Lord Chu Zihang!"
The leader said firmly.
The man in black on the right said: "The former master, Lord Shinomizu Masato, was unfortunately killed due to the enemy's attack. Lord Shikoto, the head of the Yuan family, found the previous Shadow Emperor. Lord Uesugi Ekiga feels that he cannot bear this responsibility.
, So it was reported that Lord Chu Zihang, who was killed and attacked the foreign enemy who attacked the Bazi of the Sheqi family..."
Reasonable and justified.
This is already a consensus among the eight families of the Schroki. Even if the heads of the next five families have questions, they will not defeat themselves in front of the Chu Zihang and the Genji brothers who come to the door.
Domineering or kingly? This kind of thing is not important. What matters is that Chu Zihang has seized the most peak power of this country with his own strength.
——Caesar thought of this fact.
"Does it surpass the entire country with your own strength... Chu Zihang, you guy..."
A strong sense of urgency surged in his heart. Before he knew it, the old opponent had gone further, but he still stopped. Caesar was silent for a moment, his eyes were placed on the black painted wooden box held in his hand, and he spoke lightly
: "What is this?"
"It was Mr. Zero who arranged for us to send us. I don't know what it was. She just said that it would be delivered to you."
Tsk, I don’t know when I ask.
Caesar tskated lightly in his heart, but he also had a skilled man boldly stretched out his left hand and took the wooden box from the man's hand, "What are your arrangements next?"
"The Aman Tokyo hotel has been arranged for you, where you can overlook the Royal Palace courtyard with your companions. The hotel also has a Zen courtyard, a private hot spring suite, and a Michelin Japanese restaurant, if you need it
We can also provide Western dishes that suit your taste.”
The leading man turned sideways and made way out of a road to a private car passage, "As usual, we will not touch your luggage."
After all, Cassel Academy and the Eight Snakes are violent organizations. When they communicate in the past, they would not hand over their luggage to others. Caesar naturally had no objection to this. He turned around and opposed Chen Motong.
He looked at it and nodded: "Then lead the way."
A bulletproof black extended Maybach sedan slowly drove in front of him. The two executors respectfully opened the door for Caesar and Chen Motong. When they were getting on the car with their luggage, the leading man then sat on.
Co-pilot seat.
"I wish you a smooth trip to Japan."
He said: "My task is to send two people to the hotel. Lord Zero said that if you have any needs, please contact this number. The service staff there will be waiting for you 24 hours a day."
A hard black gold card was handed back from the passenger seat.
Chen Motong reached out to take it. The style of the card was no different from the gold cards commonly used by Caesar. There was a golden chrysanthemum pattern printed on the front, and a small piece of paper was pasted on the back, with a phone number written on it.
"Of course, you can check out all your purchases during your stay in Japan."
The man's words floated from the front.
"What do you call me?" Caesar didn't say anything, but just looked at the man who looked uncharacteristic in the passenger seat. "It seems that you are not an ordinary member of the executive branch."
The man's voice was plain: "Then you may have misunderstood. I am just an ordinary person who has been saved by Lord Zero, and I have no other identity."
Chen Motong keenly felt a sense of incongruity from this man.
She narrowed her eyes, and her eyes reflected the face of the nameless man in front of her like a mirror, but suddenly realized that since she met, the man had not left her any impression, and she could not even remember her characteristics.
Word spirit?
when?
On the other hand, Caesar didn't care too much and opened the wooden box given to him by the man in the car.
Zero...The mysterious newborn who was with Lu Mingfei, what she gave herself...