After taking a deep look at O'Gorman, Anvis said nothing more.
Through the induction of the twisted seed, he was able to determine that there seemed to be some kind of problem with the other party's mental state, but when O'Gorman stood in front of him, he found nothing.
This is obviously abnormal, but Anvis cannot determine the source of the problem. The other party seems to have some hiding or snooping method that he is not aware of yet.
Could it be its impact?
The mental power once again swept through the huge culture tank beside Ogman. The strange creatures in the tank did not react at all, and there was no sense of crisis in Anvis's spirit.
"Please follow me, Your Majesty the Regulator, the cultivation tank for the third generation of demonized soldier experimental subjects is over here."
On the other side, O'Gorman was already walking towards the darkness deep in the laboratory, completely ignoring Anvis' actions.
"Okay...but Mr. O'Gorman, I heard that you have something to do and need to meet with Mr. Anvis?"
After thinking for a moment, Anvis simply continued to follow O'Gorman quietly, preparing to visit the 'third generation demonized soldiers' that the other party called, and at the same time try to find a breakthrough point from other directions.
"Meet Mr. Anvis? Yes... I have some relatively private matters that need to be discussed with Mr. Anvis, related to [Perfect Blood]."
From the darkness in front of the laboratory, O'Gorman's self-answering reply came.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Regulator, I can only tell you so much."
The two of them were silent for the rest of the journey, and soon, three smaller cultivation tanks appeared in Anvis's mental induction.
As O'Gorman said, according to Anvis's induction, the auras exuded by the demonized soldiers in these three training tanks all reached the seventh level standard.
The sixth level and the seventh level are the biggest watershed between magic construction and alchemy, and the biggest obstacle lies in materials.
As a discipline that changes the form of matter, the emphasis between alchemy and magical construction is completely different.
A construction factory can produce hundreds of finished constructions in a day and quickly arm an army, but they can only exert low-to-mid-level power.
A skilled alchemist can successfully refine a seventh-level magic jewelry in one month. It is powerful, but only one.
This is a question of the ratio between utilization and efficiency. Alchemy can overexplore the value of materials, but the efficiency is low. Magical construction can only use the lower limit of materials, but the efficiency is extremely high.
Because there are not many high-level materials, the gain outweighs the loss in making constructs. It is better to use alchemy to maximize the value of the materials. This leads to the fact that magic constructs are usually made of mid- to low-level materials, and naturally cannot reach high-level ones.
However, the demonized flesh and blood developed by Ogman solved the material problem to a certain extent.
The flesh and blood of high-level monsters prepared with perfect blood is enough to replace the metal material of the structure itself and carry the seventh-level magic power.
Coupled with a high-power magic source and various construction modules with different functions, it becomes a war weapon that everyone has to pay attention to.
The most important thing is that demonized flesh and blood can be cultivated in batches through petri dishes. Even if the cultivation speed is not as fast as pure construction, it is far faster than the alchemical items hand-made by the caster.
Since O'Gorman himself is not proficient in construction, the demonized soldiers in the training tank are all basic forms without any modules installed. O'Gorman is responsible for combining them with demonized flesh and blood, similar to the relationship between bones and muscles.
The three cultivation tanks are the result of the fusion of several different bloodlines, which are the three fusion variants with the strongest magic affinity, the strongest vitality, and the strongest explosive power.
After checking the condition of the third-generation demonized soldier experimental subjects, Anvis had nothing else to do and could only leave with Ogman's polite farewell.
After leaving O'Gorman's laboratory, Avis directly entered the core control room of the base with the authority of the supervisor and began to read the base's underlying information monitoring logs.
There is a famous saying in the circle of prophets-Everything that has been done will leave traces.
As long as the other party interferes with the operation of the base, it will inevitably leave some abnormal records in the base's main control structure spirit.
Resource collection, personnel changes, material losses...
Soon, Avis discovered a detail. Since the Hearth Moon in 2462 of the Glorious Calendar, the demand for [Purification Dust] in the base began to decrease, and eventually almost completely disappeared.
That thing was provided by Bishop Yanile. Although the curse on the island has dissipated, the dreams of the professionals will still be affected by some remaining ripples.
[Purification Dust] can help professionals purify these cursed fragments so that they can rest normally.
In other words, the sleep quality of the professionals in the base seems to have suddenly improved recently.
What great news.
Walking out of the base wordlessly, Anvis strolled casually, as if admiring the scenery of the island.
Soon, the endless blue endless sea appeared in his eyes, and he had arrived at the beach.
After looking around, Anvis's eyes quickly fell on a dilapidated gray granite pier.
He vaguely remembered that when he first came to this island, the big black sailboat seemed to be docked here.
After strolling over, Anvis sat down cross-legged on the top of the pier, his consciousness gradually sinking into a hazy state.
If the problem cannot be found in the main material world no matter what, then the other party is likely to be in the dream world.
Gradually, Anvis suddenly felt that the air suddenly became moist, as if a drop of rain fell on his head.
The next moment, more soybean-sized raindrops poured down, and then slid down the magic layer of Anvis' body.
He looked up and found that the entire island in the dream world had been tightly shrouded in thick dark clouds, and the light was dim like night.
"Do you need any help, this strange sir?"
A male voice came from behind Anvis without any warning.
Anvis turned around suddenly and realized that a pitch-black galley with oars was parked behind him, and what he just said was asked by a crew member on the deck who was wrapped tightly and only showed two dark yellow eyes.
"..."
Watching all this in silence, Anvis turned back again and looked in the direction of the island.
At the end of his gaze, the familiar cursed town [Lavanles] came into view!
"Hehe... I'm afraid it will rain for a long time. You'd better go to the town's tavern to take shelter from the rain."
Seeing that Anvis didn't reply for a long time, the strange crew member sneered and returned to the cabin, ignoring Anvis.
"Yes, it would be better for you to go to the tavern to take shelter from the rain first."
Anvis turned around and saw a figure dressed as a homeless man standing at the entrance of the pier in the rain. But strangely, his facial features were always shrouded in darkness.
"……Yeah?"
Looking at the faceless man, Anvis himself was not afraid. As an eighth-level prophet, his intuition did not send any warning, indicating that at least there was no danger that could threaten him in the short term.
The skilled artist boldly followed the homeless man to the only tavern in town. Anvis got a strange pale key from the bartender who also covered his face.
The moment he entered the room, Anvis could feel that he seemed to have finally met a certain condition and something was starting to happen.
On a street as dark as midnight, among the hazy rain curtains, a female figure with a perfect and pale body, but a smooth face, suddenly appeared vaguely from the end of the long street.
At the same time, a long-lost trembling feeling once again enveloped Anvis's whole body, as if a creature's instinct was to face a higher level of life.
Invincible, invincible, invincible...
From the moment the strange female figure appeared, Anvis felt that he could no longer leave this dream freely. It had become a luxury to want to escape by returning to the real world.
She started to get closer, but Avis seemed helpless.
Really?
In the room, watching the strange existence gradually approaching, Anvis suddenly showed a cold smile.
"Bomia, in the name of the controller, comes to this world!"
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