Almighty Alchemist

Pierre's full name is Adolf Pierre.

He was the first alchemy apprentice to follow Hines.

Alchemists have no grades. The strength of alchemists depends entirely on their alchemy achievements, and their works represent their grades.

For thirty years, Pierre has been unknown among the alchemists in various countries in the mainland. Few people know that Pierre's alchemy achievements have already qualified him for the title of master.

Maybe he is not as good as his mentor, but compared to Andrew, he is much stronger.

In the valley at night, the magic lamp is still on.

Pierre was looking at the medicine pool not far away with a serious face at the moment.

The medicine pond is like a coffin, the dark green medicine emits a dark green light under the illumination of the magic lamp, full of the breath of death.

There was a corpse soaked in the potion, it was Biller.

The poor boy whose blood was sucked dry by the blood-sucking bee became a little swollen after soaking in the potion, and all kinds of weird symbols were painted all over his naked body. A small magic circle was arranged around the medicine pool, and some strange silk threads passed through Biller's body and connected to the magic circle.

Several apprentices surrounded the corpse, and when the light of the magic circle dimmed, they would take out an energy spar and replace it. Let the energy continue to enter the body in the medicine pool.

It can be clearly seen that there seems to be something wriggling in the center of Biller's body.

Perhaps because they were too engrossed, they didn't notice that a shadow was quietly approaching in the darkness not far away.

With the help of the shadow of the mountain itself, Gong Hao walked on the edge of the cliff of death.

He knew that once he was discovered, all that awaited him was death.

Biller...what the hell are they doing to you?

Gong Hao's heart trembled slightly.

The hateful thing is that he can't get too close to the medicine pool.

No one knows what kind of method the alchemist has to find people in hiding. Gong Hao held his breath and completely hid himself in the darkness. He tried his best to transport the Qi in his body to his ears, trying to expand his hearing, so as to discover the hidden secret.

Damn Lancelot, the use of vindictiveness is ever-changing, why can't he teach himself more?

Whether it is the outward release of fighting energy, or restraint, or concealment, or keen vision and hearing, it is necessary to have a subtle understanding of the use of fighting energy. Gong Hao only felt that the air current in his body kept bumping around, almost blowing his brain, but it didn't help his hearing at all.

Instead, it made him a little dizzy.

You must be calm. Since you are here, you must not just take a look at the scenery from a distance.

Gong Hao took a few deep breaths.

He closed his eyes, relaxed his whole body, and let the battle energy flow freely in his body like a cheerful stream of water. . . Gradually, he felt that he had merged with this darkness.

Trying to guide the airflow evenly to the whole body, he could feel his sense of touch become sharper.

Go one step further, go one step further!

The wind blows gently.

There was a voice from an apprentice: It's almost time.

Yes, it is the wind.

The sound is transmitted in the air, what I want to capture is not the sound, but the breath of the wind.

He tried his best to sense the wind in the sky and taste the call of the wind spirit. There seemed to be countless lives whispering in the air.

Gradually zoom in.

Master Pierre, the recovery rate of flesh and blood activity is only 25%, and the magic pattern experiment cannot be carried out. Do we need to increase the energy supply of the magic circle?

It was an apprentice speaking.

Pierre snorted: Forget it, it's useless to increase the size. What about other aspects?

The soul has completely dissipated, and it is impossible to make a flesh and blood puppet. But the worst thing is that the implanted spirit body is in a state of withering due to the loss of life nourishment. May I ask Mr. Pierre, do you want to take it out in advance?

Is this a newcomer?

Yes.

Damn it, it's been less than thirty days, and even the minimum requirements have not been met, so what's the use?

My lord, do you want to take it out first?

Pierre sighed softly: Let's take it out and have a look first.

yes.

An apprentice took a sharp knife and slit Biller's stomach open. Although the night was dark and the distance was far away, Gong Hao still saw the apprentice take out a small meat ball from Biller's body.

That fleshy ball has hands and feet, and a clear face, clearly a villain.

The apprentice sent the meat ball to Pierre, and Pierre dropped a few drops of medicine on the meat ball. After being stimulated by the potion, Rouqiu's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and he yelled Wow, and bit down on Pierre.

Before the meat ball bit him, Pierre pinched it hard, and the meat ball was squeezed and exploded, causing a rain of scarlet blood.

Hmph, it's useless to keep a failed product that isn't fully developed.

After thinking for a while, Pierre said to the apprentice: Pull off this man's flesh and blood, and prepare to refine undead puppets. Damn Andrew, this matter can't be handled well. A spirit seed was wasted, and delivery is a bit troublesome.

Yes, my lord.

Pierre lowered his head and said to himself: It seems that it's time to say hello to Andrew, the new servants, don't arrange them to do those dangerous jobs for the time being. There are not many spiritual species...

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Wow! Gong Hao couldn't restrain himself from vomiting on the ground.

Although he already knew that the secrets in the valley would not be a good thing, but as long as he didn't discover it with his own eyes, he still had a glimmer of hope. For example, maybe there is a secret palace under the valley that needs to be built by hand? Or is there any other way to send these people away?

More than once, I hoped that those horrible thoughts in my heart were just a kind of unreasonable suspicion, I hoped that I would judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and hoped that all my worries were just the sad suspicion of a small person.

There was never a time when he wished so much that he was wrong, but the cruel facts told him that everything he had thought before was all true. ...

Gong Hao didn't know how he got out of that valley. He was completely numb at the time and almost yelled out on the spot.

He knew that if he didn't leave again, he was afraid that he would never even think about leaving in the future.

He backed away hastily.

Then he spat on the ground.

He felt like he was going to throw up his guts.

dizzy.

He didn't see much, and he didn't know much, but that was enough.

Hynes and his assistant apprentices are treating each servant as a guinea pig. Living people were to be used for experiments, even corpses would not be spared.

It seems that they have many experiments that require living people, and many alchemy products that consume human life.

Like those flesh and blood puppets.

There is also that bloody, ferocious and terrifying flesh ball that reveals ferocity, cruelty and bloodthirsty even in its immature stage.

damn it!

He finally understood why this group of people had to spend so much time, making every batch of servants work here for at least a month before taking them away.

They could have kept a regular group of servants and sent newcomers directly to experiment.

Obviously, they had secretly planted the so-called spirit seed in every servant. These spiritual species are likely to enter their bodies through their work or diet. This kind of thing is like an alien, parasitic in the human body and growing by devouring the essence of human flesh and blood. The meat balls have to live in the human body for at least a month, and then they will fall into a long sleep until one day they are awakened by some special medicine and taken out.

Judging from the performance of this meat ball, this is definitely a terrible killing machine. It is certain that it is much stronger than puppets such as puppet warriors and flesh puppets. And now, there is no doubt that there is such a thing in his body.

Purgatory Island is conducting a series of terror research for the Lance Empire, providing various levels of weapons. Ordinary, advanced, cutting-edge, and even dark horror king level.

One day, they will cut open their stomachs and take out the spirit body. No matter how hard you work, what you get in return is just lingering.

Even if he can escape from this terrible hell world, who can guarantee that one day, this damned seed will not end its slumber by itself, and then cut open his stomach and burst out bleeding?

If it is said that Gong Hao before was still making sufficient psychological preparations, and immediately tried to find a way to escape once he found out that something was wrong, then the current him has completely given up the hope of escaping.

He finally understood why Lancelot had to stay far away by the quiet lake. Perhaps this was the only way to alleviate the guilt in his heart. Only in this way could he stay away from those bloodthirsty, cruel and inhuman bastards.

Butcher? To describe them in such terms is an insult to the butcher.

Bastard! Gong Hao roared in a low voice: Even if I die, I will drag you all to hell! I swear!