Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The legs were in a liquid state. Lotaros knew that this was because Xerath had removed some trace elements necessary to maintain the body. From the pieces of bone, stone and iron suspended next to it, one could already tell what the two legs were missing. element.

The decomposed Eldar was still alive, and Xerath didn't like working too hard on a piece of unresponsive dead flesh. He already understood the principles of nerve action; what he needed to understand was how the soul participated in the control of the body.

"Your Excellency Xerath." Lotaros stood behind the busy Enlightener and gently called his name.

Xerath turned his head, and the movement of his hands did not stop at all, still decomposing the Eldar's body. Finding that the Eldar was no longer able to respond to Xerath's movements, he used instruments to restore the Eldar's spirit and strength, allowing her to scream energetically as she was being decomposed.

"Do you like hearing screams?"

"No, I just don't want to miss any reaction. Stimulating the bodies of these lower creatures will make my thinking a lot more flexible." Xerath adjusted the sound receiver, "But sometimes it is a bit noisy. Come here. Is there something wrong? Isn't it because you have found a few new Eldar Arks? If so, that would be great. The materials of these two Arks are only enough for me to conduct more than a dozen experiments."

"Actually..." Lotaros was just about to say something when he was pushed enthusiastically by Xerath, and the two of them walked in the laboratory.

Xerath was very excited to tell him how many samples the two arks had provided him, which made many murky data in his mind clear.

The wall of the laboratory was opened by Xerath, and long crystal-glossy squares were suspended on both sides. Within the squares were the Eldar that had been sliced ​​and sealed.

Shuttled among the suspended cubes are scarabs and biological technicians under Xerath. They are checking the biological functions of these encapsulated Eldar to ensure that they are alive and healthy.

Each Eldar slice is marked with a serial number, and Xerath can clearly check what operations and experiments these Eldar have undergone before.

"You are here at the right time, just in time for the next operation to begin! I believe you will be willing to experience real knowledge!"

Xerath's hand moved forward a few times, and several modified scarabs brought out several complete Eldar from the dimensional cells.

Among them was an Eldar male, glaring at Xerath's face.

Squeezing the Eldar male's face with his hands, Xerath liked the vivid fear and hatred in this man's eyes. This was a feeling that he could not simulate anyway.

"What did you do to Farani..."

"Oh, you mean your female mate?" Zerath held his head and flashed to the operating table, pointing to the broken body hanging in the air, "It's right here, I'm not lazy, everyone The surgeries have gone to their best. Do you want to see the data? Oh, by the way, there are also semi-formed cubs that I have pulped. You can provide some genetic material, and I will have to pulp more for experiments, but don’t Worry, they are both alive, mother and son are safe."

The Eldar male watched blankly as his wife was decomposed, the flat and perfect wound on her abdomen shocked his spirit, and the bottle of turbid liquid in Xerath's hand pushed him to the edge of collapse.

One of the taut threads broke, and the Eldar male could only stare with wide eyes and shed tears of insanity. He became a fool, a change that amazed Xerath, who restored the Eldar male's sanity and watched his spirit continue to collapse.

After trying many times in a row, Xerath sighed helplessly, "As for..."

Throwing the demented Eldar male to the scarab, Xerath finally noticed that Lotaros seemed to have something to say.

Seeing Xerath finally shut up, Lotaros did not dare to delay, and directly told him not to do the surgery, and let the Eldar people go as well.

"Huh?" Zelas couldn't believe his ears. He held a scarab in his arms and held a little Eldar girl in his hands. He brushed his hands through the little girl's white and smooth hair, pinched her slender and sensitive ears, and pulled The little girl's face was pointed at Lotaros.

"Look at this cute little face. It is such an innocent face eager to devote everything to the truth."

Lotaros looked at the little girl. Even if he was not clever in doing things, he could still tell that this face was definitely not cute.

The small face was filled with fear, and the eyes were dull. Only the cold reflection of Lotaros could be seen in the dark eyes.

His ears trembled with fear, his mouth was pursed tightly, and there were some desperate cries from deep in his throat.

Lotaros put his hand on the girl's head and felt a pleasant tremor coming from the palm of his hand.

"You have to stop the surgery, the subjectivists are interested in them."

"Subjective? Are you serious? He not only wants to take care of humans, but also the Eldar?"

"This is the message from Trazin."

"What Trazin said is inaccurate! Maybe he just made up a joke!"

Lotaros stared at Xerath, and there was only silence between the two. The long look at each other ended with Lotaros' victory. Xerath sighed angrily and complained about where he would find experimental subjects for research in the future.

"Maybe you can find an Ork or a Tyranid or something."

"Those things? Those things I studied are of no use! Do you want to shout Waaagh all day long when the body is transformed in the future?"

"I'm just a messenger. Once the news arrives, it's time for me to leave." Lotaros saluted Xerath, leaving Xerath alone in the laboratory.

Xerath's four feet stamped hard on the ground, and the little Eldar girl in his hand was as fragile as a rag doll, shattered by Xerath's anger.

After calming down, Xerath looked at the half of the body in his hands, as well as the small intestines and internal organs dragged between the four legs, and sighed, lamenting that he had lost the surgical samples and needed to clean up the mess.

He repaired the little girl's body and brought her back from the brink of death. Xerath lifted the little girl up so that she was at eye level with him, "Oh...my dear little guy. It's a pity that your skin and brain were born for surgery. It's a pity that you don't have that blessing. ah."

The little girl looked at Xerath blankly. She didn't understand what happened, and she didn't know why the terrifying and abnormal skeleton in front of her said these words.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore, tears fell from her beautiful eyes, and she hesitated and called out the names of her relatives.

"My lord, what should we do?"

The biotechs looked to Xerath for orders, and Xerath told them back.

"Recover them all, brainwash them when they need to be brainwashed, and repair their spirits when they need to be repaired. It's really difficult to call Orikan and the others over. They are very good at manipulating time. Really... Fortunately, I like to perform surgery on living bodies, otherwise It’s really hard to sort out so much material.”

What's this? This is a list of the names of people who love me. Okay Cozz, I'm leaving then.