Baldr did not let Bologg wait too long. After a while, he led Bologg to a familiar place.
"Here again?"
Boluogo glanced at the operating table that could be turned into a bathtub, and the floor under his feet that was covered with arrays, like a ceremonial stage.
This was the place where Bologo originally implanted the alchemy matrix. He still remembered that he destroyed most of this place, but he didn't expect that the sublimation furnace core could repair it.
"It can be said that I have not forgotten my original intention."
A familiar voice sounded, and Bailey stood not far away and waved to Boluogo.
A heavy trolley was pushed, containing sealed containers one after another, which contained the alchemy materials required for this trial.
There are many researchers working in the field, dragging cables to connect to the power supply, the lights turn on one by one, and then the ether surrounds the sky.
Every time he saw this, Boluogo felt a little weird. It looked like he was preparing for an operation, or it was a maintenance shop that was repairing some kind of large machinery.
Having been here once before, Boluogo was very familiar with the process. He walked aside, took off his shirt, and folded it neatly.
This time, Boluogo didn't just remove a lot of weapons from his body. He only had a cold snake wrapped around his body. After removing the Queen of Ether, the snake scale liquid collapsed like mercury and filled the prepared container.
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After stretching his body vigorously, it might be painful next time, Bologo relaxed his muscles.
"Lie down directly?" Bologo asked.
"Well, leave it to us next," Bailey nodded. "All you need to do is endure the pain."
Enduring pain couldn't be easier for Bolog.
Lying flat on the operating table, soft light filled Bolog's field of vision, which reminded Bolog of that scene.
What is sad is that TEDA, who implanted the alchemical matrix into himself, disappeared, and he became his enemy. He might die in his own hands, or in the hands of others.
"You know what's going to happen next, right?"
Bailey's voice sounded, and then she appeared in the field of vision, blocking a large amount of light.
"The triple trial is like an alternative implantation ritual," Boluogo recalled the knowledge he learned. "Relying on the ritual, the alchemy matrix continues to grow until it can enter the second stage."
"As long as you know, remember to stay awake and control your alchemy matrix." Bailey instructed again.
Boluogo nodded and breathed deeply. Suddenly he noticed that there were some changes here compared to before. For example, there was an additional observation window at a high place, and several figures could be vaguely seen standing behind the observation window.
Those should be the alchemists in the Hall of Scholars. Bailey mentioned this to herself, and they wanted to come and observe her.
"As expected, he still looks like that. I'm really filled with emotion."
Behind the observation window, the old man sat in a wheelchair and whispered.
When I first saw Bologe, he was about the same age as Bologg. But when I saw him again, he had become an old man, but Bologg still looked the same and never changed.
"Bologo Lazarus... I really want to study him thoroughly."
Another hoarse voice sounded, that of another old man. His body was as stooped as a mummy, with an oxygen mask on his face.
"So why would such a guy be allowed to regain his freedom? Let alone master extraordinary powers."
"What deal did he make with the devil?"
“Why did the decision-making room choose to hire him?”
The old men were whispering, their voices rising and falling one after another.
They were all alchemists who had participated in the research on Boluogo. After so many years, relying on the medical technology of the border sanatorium, the old people were lingering in the darkness.
A violent coughing sound was heard, and then medical personnel rushed in and took the old man out for rescue.
Others have become accustomed to this, their lifespan has long come to an end, and the breath of death hangs around them and is their companion.
At the door, Yas watched the old man being carried out. His expression was a little subtle, but he still remained silent.
These old guys look like they are about to die, but each of them is an extremely powerful alchemist and an important asset of the Bureau of Order.
A lot of money is spent on these old guys every year, just to keep their broken bodies alive for a while longer.
Scanning his eyes, Yas easily identified the important characters among them.
The old man wearing a respirator has produced many alchemical weapons throughout his life, most of which have been incorporated into the Bureau of Order's standard equipment, such as the folding knife and the adaptive arm.
The old man in a wheelchair is good at virtual realm technology. He optimized the Silent Defense Line and repaired part of the ruined area, returning it to his home.
There are also some old men who do not have too specific achievements, but they basically participated in the compilation of "Golden Treatise".
These old guys are very important, so Yas personally came to act as security today.
Except for Overlord Xilin, no one can go deep into the chamber. Yas's security seems a bit redundant, but only those who really understand know that Yas is not wary of foreign enemies, but of Bologo.
Anyone who has participated in Bologo's implantation ceremony knows how big a commotion Bologo caused at that time. At that time, these old guys wanted to come to observe the ceremony, but they were unable to arrive due to research issues.
Fortunately, they didn't come at that time. The old guys' physiques couldn't withstand such a torment. Drawing lessons from the past, Yas needed to protect them from Bologo's influence this time.
The accident failed to interrupt the old men's conversation, but the sound of another deep breath silenced the conversation for a moment.
The sound of deep breathing gradually came closer, and the sound sounded like a howling wind surging in the pipe, creating a deep echo.
They all turned around, and the sound of breathing was accompanied by the sound of crutches hitting the ground.
The old guys saw clearly who was coming, it was a person who was not sure whether he was a human being...a human being.
The withered face is as hideous as a demon, the skin clings to the bones, and the blood vessels are clearly visible.
He was barefoot, and as he stepped he could see the soles of his feet covered with age spots, alternating with a metal prosthetic leg.
An external trachea was inserted into the throat, and the hoarse and deep breathing came from there. The loose white robe clung to the body and outlined an angular bulge on the abdomen, as if the flesh and blood body was no longer replaced by some kind of machine.
Weird breathing sounds continued, and behind the old man in white robe was dragging a small car, which carried a mobile ventilator and many complex equipment, which together formed the life support system to maintain the old man's life.
When they came to the observation window, the medical staff moved a chair. They had always wanted to build a special wheelchair for the old man in white robe, but he always refused sternly. Even in this state, he still stubbornly wanted to use his body to measure the earth.
Don't want to be bound to cold steel.
After the white-robed old man stopped, the life-support device behind him injected the medicine into the infusion tube, and soon it flowed into his withered body, which relieved the pain in his body a lot.
Dark and turbid eyes fell on Boluogo. After a while, he nodded with a smile.
"He still looks the same as when I first saw him."
No one answered the old man in white robe, and the other old men were all stunned on the spot, as if they had seen a ghost.
The old men do not live as long as the undead, but these old men have experienced many storms and waves in their lives, but the appearance of the old man in white robe made them as shocked as the young people.
"Old...teacher?" an old man asked tentatively.
"Oh? Your kid is not dead yet."
The old man in white robe turned his head, as if he recognized the other person, his voice was hoarse.
The other party was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly twitched, and then he clutched his chest and fell down uncontrollably.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
Seeing this, Yas shouted quickly, but then, after others confirmed the identity of the old man in white robe, sirens sounded one after another.
It wasn't that the room had been invaded, but that the life support machines of these old men had set off an alarm.
The heart rates of these old men soared, their blood pressure was full, and their chests were beating violently. Some of them were skipping a beat. The small electrocardiogram directly showed a smooth straight line. Their heads tilted and they fell into the wheelchair.
"Grandmaster!"
This time, the medical staff were panicked. If only one of them had an accident, how come everyone got sick at the same time? There was no way they could be saved.
After so many years, these old men were all living well, but they all died suddenly here today?
Yas was also confused. If these guys wanted to die, they should not die during his tenure. If they all died suddenly here, the deputy director would kill him. And is it necessary to die together? Are they just so sympathetic to each other?
Soon, these famous alchemy masters were like dead fish, falling piece after piece. Only a few of them were still conscious. They wanted to say something, but they were hesitant and couldn't make it clear.
The old man in white robe glanced at it. Just when Yas was about to do something, he raised his crutch and hit the ground hard.
In an instant, the ether surged wildly, and the instantaneous impact made Yas stunned on the spot. At the same time, a green glow rose, twisting countless branches out of thin air, growing wildly on the bodies of these old men, taking root in them.
in the flesh and blood.
Yas stood there, not because he was so sluggish on purpose, but because he couldn't do anything, and the powerful ether pressure made him unable to move.
The critical moment of the old men's souls was easily broken through, and the ether penetrated into the alchemical matrix, and then detonated the vitality.
The dying old men recovered one after another, and all indicators returned to normal values. After a brief daze, they climbed back into the wheelchair in embarrassment.
The medical staff were also stunned at this moment, not knowing what to do.
"Teacher, if you are not dead, can't you tell me in advance?"
The old man who fell first got up. He covered his heart and said with lingering fear, "I'm an old man too, and my heart can't bear such a torment."
"Yeah yeah."
Others agreed, saying that everyone was tortured by the old man in white robe.
If a person who has been dead for decades suddenly appears in front of you, anyone would be frightened, let alone if they are already this old.
The old man in white robe didn't care about this. He just looked at Boluoge on the operating table and gestured.