The walls, ceiling and floor are all made of mithril plates. The frosted mithril plates have just the right gloss. Although the lights are bright here, they do not reflect any dazzling light, but only create a layer of silvery white like water waves.
of halo.
Mithril, in addition to being the best magic fusion and energy transmission metal, pure Mithril also has extremely special properties - it can kill almost all bacteria and viruses in nature. In other words, if someone has the luxury to
Use containers made of mithril to preserve food. These foods will never mold or spoil.
Pharmacists in the Western Continent discovered this property a long time ago, and they made good use of it.
Therefore, having a laboratory inlaid with pure mithril plates has become the most critical factor in measuring the strength of a secret medicine master on the mainland. Many extremely rare secret medicines must be prepared in an absolutely pure environment. Only
Only in the package of mithril can you have such an environment.
The laboratory in front of us is a hundred meters long and wide, and about twenty meters high. The mithril used here is a huge number. The mithril used in this laboratory alone is worth more than ten billion gold coins.
A statue of a hydra carved from pure mithril stands in the center of the laboratory. The snake's nine heads stretch out in all directions, and its big mouth shoots out a faint light. These lights have the effect of driving away dust and purifying the air.
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Wearing a tight-fitting white robe, a crystal mask on his face, and spotless Mr. Mo stood in the corner of the laboratory, quietly looking at a crystal container under the big snake statue.
Just like a coffin, the rounded olive-shaped crystal container was a secret treasure excavated by the Elishan Hermits from an ancient ruins twenty years ago. As the leader of the Elishan Hermits, Mr. Mo naturally had priority to acquire it.
Right to use.
Silver solution was boiling in the container, and a naked girl's body was suspended in the huge container. A transparent crystal mask was fastened on her face. Through this mask, she could breathe freely. Dozens of delicate needles
A transparent pipeline connected to the girl's body, and from time to time some secretly prepared and expensive medicines were injected into her body.
The potential power of the Laishan Hermitage Society is extremely powerful. The annual financial revenue is also an astronomical figure, but this money is spent every year without leaving a single copper. All of this money is spent on this beautiful and flawless body.
on the girl's body.
Thick, smooth, moist, and shiny black hair is spread behind her back. The girl has a beautiful oriental face. Her body is slender and well-proportioned. Even a little toe is so crystal clear that it is hard to pick.
No flaws at all.
Mr. Mo quietly looked at the body of a girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. There was a strange expression on his face that was half a smile but not a smile. Decades of hard work, countless gold coins invested, and huge manpower
No matter how much material and resources are expended, or even doing various things that are harmful to outsiders in the eyes of outsiders, all the costs are worth it.
"I always believe that I am ten thousand times smarter than any master in the history of the Enlightenment of the Gods!"
"So, I can definitely do something they have never been able to do!" Mr. Mo laughed easily: "So. I did it."
"Iseta, and the senior brothers before you, all the pain you experienced was worth it. Because you used your bodies to verify so many risks and so many formulas for me. Only then did I finally
There is hope for success!”
"Dear, I promised you that I will let our child grow up healthily and let her become a greater being than us. Look, now I am almost done!" Mr. Mo looked at the silver liquid soaked in tenderness.
The gentle and bright smile of the girl in the middle is as undisguised as the spring sunshine.
"Of course, the process was a bit cruel and bloody, and too many people who didn't deserve to die died for this matter, but what does it matter? I can let our children live healthily in this world right away, and we will
Possessing unprecedented power."
Shrugging his shoulders, Mr. Mo said with a relaxed smile: "That's enough! Damn conscience, law, morality, and rules!"
In the four corners of this huge laboratory, there are four other relatively simple crystal containers that are obviously artificial. In the light green liquid, four huge bodies are quietly suspended in the containers.
White, black, red, gray, about five meters tall, tall and burly. Although they have lost the breath of life, they still exude a suffocating and powerful pressure. What if Holy Crown Pope Grisco? Seeing these four bodies in the morning light
With his huge body, he will definitely mobilize all the force of the church to occupy this laboratory.
The Knights of the Apocalypse, the four knights of white, black, red and gray!
The church paid a huge price to reluctantly obtain the body of a Gray Knight, and it was also a defective product intentionally manufactured by Lin Qi.
And here, in Mr. Mo's private laboratory, four full-form Apocalypse Knights were soaking there quietly. They had large or small hideous wounds on their bodies. It was obvious that they had experienced brutal battles, and some of the wounds were torn apart.
Splitting their heads and hearts was the reason that completely deprived them of their lives.
Compared with the lucky Cologne Eighteen, these Apocalypse Knights were too seriously injured. They didn’t even have the chance to sleep in the ancient ruins and wait quietly for one day to be awakened. In the God War, they fell directly. In the long
During the baptism of time, their bodies were preserved, and then one day they were excavated by lucky treasure hunters and finally transported here.
"Dear, I'm about to succeed!" Mr. Mo took a deep breath: "I dare not say that we can directly make our children become gods, but... demi-gods shouldn't be a problem, right? At least.
He is a demigod, otherwise wouldn’t all my years of madness, my years of cruelty, my years of plunder, and my intrigues be completely meaningless?”
As Mr. Mo talked to himself, a strong and suffocating aura gradually emitted from his body.
Demigod, lower level demigod, middle level demigod, high level demigod, in the end, Mr. Mo's aura stabilized directly at the level of peak demigod. The silver tights on his body had been impacted by the energy aura and became transparent.
, through this thin layer of silver tights, you can see that Mr. Mo's seemingly slender body is actually so strong and healthy.
On the streamlined muscles, which are as elastic as mercury, countless tiny magic circle runes are shining with dazzling brilliance. Mr. Mo smiled deeply: "It can be seen that my theory is correct. I can indeed imitate demigods."
The process of cultivation has given me the power of a demigod."
Shrugging his shoulders, Mr. Mo said sarcastically: "Of course, maybe my control of energy is not as good as that of a holy master, but I have the absolute power of a demigod. In the face of absolute power, what is skill?"
Taking out a piece of meteorite crystal that was hundreds of times harder than diamond, Mr. Mo squeezed the crystal into pieces with a force of five fingers. His physical power was so terrifying, his
The physical strength has reached an inhuman level.
As if feeling the terrifying aura on Mr. Mo's body, the girl soaked in the crystal container slowly opened her eyes.
The black eyes were indifferent and cold, and an equally inhuman cold light loomed in the center of her eyes.
At this moment, a piece of magic crystal on Mr. Mo's waist began to tremble violently. Mr. Mo frowned, then lightly tapped the crystal: "What happened? I said, while I was doing it,
No one is allowed to disturb me during the potion experiment!"
A rapid voice came from the magic crystal: "Your Excellency, Mr. Iseda has been arrested. It was the palace guards who arrested him directly. He was originally going to be sent to Ashi Prison, but now he is directly arrested.
He was sent to the Victory Palace and imprisoned in the dark prison below the Victory Palace."
"I" Mr. Mo is ready to curse!
Has Iseda been haunted by the undead recently? Or is it because 'my dead father fell in love with me' and he is possessed by the undead goblins?
Why does he always encounter such inexplicable things? Okay, okay, of course Mr. Mo knows that someone is plotting against Iseta and wants to do something to Mr. Mo himself through Iseta. But please don’t do this
Is it okay to do this endlessly one after another? This method is too dirty, and it is too frequent. It is just like a fight between two gangsters, and there is no master's style at all!
What does it mean to always frame Iseda and send him to jail? Is this a slap in Mr. Mo's face?
Taking a deep breath, Mr. Mo asked gloomily: "What's the excuse?"
The urgent voice laughed bitterly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Bicius was assassinated. At the scene of his assassination, Mr. Iseda's teacher's certificate was found!"
Mr. Mo almost threw up a mouthful of blood and couldn't run away. It was that damn opponent who was plotting against Iseta again. Last time the Royal Library disappeared inexplicably, Iseta's library card was left at the scene. Now he can
Okay, assassinate the bhikkhu and leave behind Iseda’s teacher’s certificate!
Think about it, Iseda was robbed a while ago and several documents were taken away from him. How many times will he be thrown into jail?
"Okay, I'll come right away!" Mr. Mo said through gritted teeth, "I'll come right away... tell His Majesty that I'm going to see Your Majesty!"
Mr. Mo was really furious. Originally, he did not take the possible revenge of the Black Tiger Family to heart. All his current experiences were involved in his great experiment. However, the people of the 'Black Tiger Family' were so
After relentlessly making trouble one after another, Mr. Mo finally decided to start a counterattack.
Okay, isn't it just this kind of dirty and shameful method?
Mr. Mo can do it too! Moreover, he is very good at it!
I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. Mr. Mo already has the best target. (To be continued...)
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