The Dark King

A weird, dead body, dead room, cold air, Du Dian feels like lying in the morgue. He looked around in the painful place and saw a huge scar on his chest, which was drawn from the chest to the abdomen. It was conceivable that during his coma, he was himself. The extent to which the body has been dissected.

He frowned, and a circle of dark golden light appeared in his pupil. The line of sight penetrated the skin of the body and saw the inside of the chest. This look suddenly caught, although there was speculation, but the broken ribs and organs in the chest were still seen. I couldn't help but lose, and he saw that his heart was gone. In the place where the heart was buried, there was a broken tissue at the moment.

At this time, bursts of vertigo came, and the perspective ability of the splitter's magic mark accelerated his physical exertion. He saw blood in the body stay in all blood vessels, no circulation, and the feeling of lack of oxygen made him feel in front of him. Black, the ability to see through quickly expired, and the chest was restored in front of him. His heart was unwilling, but he couldn’t hold it anymore. The endless fatigue was pressed and he was stunned again.

In the apse of the palace, the laboratories continued to operate, sending a large number of experimental products every day, dissecting, cultivating, and resolving the body... A corpse was carried out, and the same experimental data was sent to the office of Haoyue.

The experiment of the palace caused the organizations to be scared. Everyone was in danger. The inner surface of the wall was calm and calm, but the undercurrents were surging. The various forces were negotiating in secret, and they were not willing to continue to squeeze. However, as soon as they negotiated against the moon, the forces collapsed. No one is willing to work hard to pave the way for others, and the power of the moon is like a mountain. Even if you gather all the powerful forces, it is difficult to shake the half.

After repeated deliberations, the times are not happy, and the experiments in the palace are still in full swing, and the experimental products required are no longer just low-lying poor people, more and more involved in the nobles, high-ranking soldiers of the demon family, etc. Wait.

No one noticed that outside the giant wall of Sylvia, a figure flew silently, burly and sturdy, with six pairs of black wings erected behind it, and the dark feathers seemed to reflect the black light in the sun.

His gaze lifted from a map scanner on the arm similar to the individual combat system, and slowly moved to the high wall in front of the towering wall. The pale corner of the mouth slightly touched the arc and slowly flew over.

Half a month passed.

The second-scale formal god-making experiment was held, and Hao Yue personally fought the sword. The experimental product used was No. 3. This is a squad of the sacred family of the sacred family. The new patriarch’s younger brother is very talented. The young man in the wall is deeply sought after by the nobility lady. It is an idol in the minds of countless fighters, but at the moment it has been shaved, and his face is lying in front of the scalpel of Haoyue. The handsome face is somewhat thin. It’s no longer the arrogance of the past, only the desolate, the fear, and the despair.

"No, don't..." The young man's lips squirmed slightly, trying to ask for mercy, but the voice was hoarse.

Haoyue smiled, the whole world seemed to be brighter. She gently picked up the youth's cheek and whispered: "Dear, believe me, you will be the first **** in the world!"

"Hey... son..." The young man bit his teeth and squeezed out the words from his teeth.

The smile on her face disappeared. She frowned slightly and suddenly found that the set used on Du Di'an was not suitable for this person. She had modified his memory and he was his favorite. The woman is the talented woman he pursued hard, but now, in the face of life and death, he has retreated. The vows he once secretly seem to be as pale and weak as white paper.

It turns out that not all feelings can stand the test of life and death...

She sighed softly and reached down and held his forehead.

The young man struggled a little, but he quickly turned his eyes, seemingly fainting and stiff.

After a while, waiting for the month to start, he still did not wake up, but Haoyue did not mean to wait, the expression has returned to cold, "prepare for anesthesia."

Several old men around the world knew that the experiment had begun, and they immediately started to feel the spirit. They did not doubt what the last month of the month was just a voice.

Two hours later.

In the quiet laboratory, only the sound of the instrument collision, the moon and a few old men look dignified, looking at the young people who have just entered the heart of the wild, success or failure.

puff!

Suddenly, a purple-black limb penetrated through the chest of the young man. It seemed to feel the figure standing on the side of the metal table, and immediately reached the nearest old man.

The old man was so scared that he rushed back, but the purple-black body was so fast that it was momentarily wrapped around his arm. Soon, his arm quickly dried up with the speed visible to the naked eye. This dry trend stretched from the wrist to the hand. Elbow, arm.

puff! An old man next to him reacted quickly, and his knife smashed his arm. A gray arm that was dry like a fur, like a dead stem that lost nutrients, was opened by a purple-black limb, and then rushed toward the side of the moon.

Haoyue's face was gloomy, his fingers flashed silver, the young man's chest was cut, and the inside was horrified. The ribs in his chest were all gone, and all the organs disappeared. There was only a group of purple-black creeping flesh. Fill it inside.

With a slamming sound, both hands were thrown out at the same time, and the silver light of the fingertips flashed. The dark purple flesh in the young chest just stretched out a few touches and smashed into the moon. Suddenly, the whole body flickered and detached from the chest of the youth. Then, with the invisible force gently, slammed into the huge container that had already been prepared, smashed and sealed.

Hey!

The dark purple blood clot was flipped inside, and the body was stretched out to beat the container, and the vibration shook slightly.

Several old men looked pale and did not expect the experiment to fail again, and this rebound was faster than last time. Last time, Du Di'an insisted for at least a while, and the speed of the invasion by the heart of the wild **** was clearly visible, but this time it was just When it is planted, there has been such a big change. This is the result of their adjustment after half a month of experimentation. Is it because of the difference in constitution?

Haoyue glanced at the wild heart in the container, and his eyes fell on the chest of the young man. After seeing the heart of the wild god, his chest was empty, leaving only a layer of epidermis, and the color of the fat inside the epidermis Purple, apparently infected by the wild **** factor.

The youth has stopped breathing at this moment, and the expression is solidified with fear, struggling, and the mouth is slightly open, like a sculpture.

"Tear it." Haoyue regained his gaze, said indifferently, his expression was calm, and there was no anger after the experiment failed, but the more so, the more the old man felt chill.