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"But that's what the Void Terminal said."

A rare sound came from the dark underground corridor. The doctor frowned and asked in the air: "What's going on outside?"

"Sir, it seems that the Grass God has escaped, and the mercenaries from Sumeru City are looking for her."

The dim light behind the doctor distorted, and a debt processor appeared.

"Grass God? He actually ran out of Jingshan Palace?" The doctor held his chin and thought for a while, then waved his hand behind him.

"Get back and keep an eye out for her."

"Yes."

The debt handler left, but the doctor remained. He closed his eyes and countless thoughts began to appear in his mind.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The doctor knocked on the pipe in the corridor, and soon he opened his eyes with a smile.

"Forget it, others have other things to do, so don't bother them."

The doctor stepped towards the depths. The thought of calling the other slices just flashed through his mind, but he immediately put it out.

It's just a new god, not worthy of such a huge effort. What matters now is, firstly, the doll's plan to become a god, and secondly, what he has to do now.

Pushing open the door that appeared in front of him, the doctor walked into a room that looked like a laboratory. There are many bottles and jars here, and many of them exude a dangerous atmosphere.

However, there are not only doctors in the laboratory at this moment, but also the apostles of the abyss who have nothing to do.

"Bah!"

"boom!"

Two weirdly colored potions were mixed, and after the fancy smoke, there was a violent explosion.

The apostle of the abyss walked out of the colorful smoke, looking completely fine.

Seeing this, the doctor immediately nodded appreciatively.

"As expected of an Apostle of the Abyss, this kind of poisonous gas would turn human flesh into mud in less than a minute."

"Really? Why are you okay? Aren't you a human?" The Apostle of the Abyss asked puzzledly as he looked at the doctor who was talking in the colorful smoke.

"..., you are right to a certain extent." The doctor waved his hand, and the eye-catching smoke was blown away by the wind of his palm.

He did not try to communicate with the Abyss Apostle, a non-human thing, about race, but got straight to the point.

"Enough with the novelty, we should also fulfill our previous agreement." The doctor turned around and fiddled with it, and then an extra test tube came out of his hand.

Behind the flawless glass is a rolling black and red mist. Sometimes the mist gathers into a different kind of ferocious face, and sometimes it condenses into black ink and adheres to the wall of the test tube.

If you put your ear to it, you can even hear faint curses and roars coming out.

The Abyss Apostle's long eyes hidden under his shirt narrowed slightly, thinking about what the ferocious face inside was.

Humanity? Impossible, human teeth are not so prominent. Qiuqiu people? That's even more impossible. With the intelligence of Qiuqiu people, it is simply impossible to produce this level of consciousness fluctuation.

Seeing that the apostle of the abyss seemed to be frightened, the doctor felt a little proud in his heart.

Didn't you expect that this group of inhuman monsters hiding deep under the earth would also be shocked by the resentment in the demon god's remnants?

"How's it going? If I guess correctly, this should be the first time you see the devil's remnants."

The doctor shook the test tube in his hand and showed a playful smile to the apostle of the abyss.

According to the information from the Fools, the Abyss Cult also seems to be interested in the Demon God. However, unlike the Fools, the Abyss Cult has probably not obtained anything belonging to the Demon God so far.

Even if it is the remnants of the devil.

"Demon body and fragments of consciousness?"

"Yes."

The doctor nodded.

"But I'm more curious about what breed it was when it was alive." The abyss apostle was still staring at the big face in the test tube. Since there were remnants of Camrea in the cult, the abyss monsters had to try to get along with humans.

This naturally caused all kinds of problems, and the Abyss Apostles in front of them could be considered an insignificant part of the religious order's myriad problems.

If you want to ask what the problem is with it, it is that it starts to think about the differences between races.

What is the difference between humans and monsters of the abyss? What is the difference between abyss monsters and ordinary monsters? What is the difference between Abyss Apostle and Abyss Mage?

The mind that usually only contained various enemy-killing techniques suddenly had many questions, which made the apostle of the abyss think that he might change his profession to an abyss chanter or an abyss priest.

The doctor looked at the test tube in his hand, and then at the apostle of the abyss who seemed to be meditating in front of him...

He suddenly wanted to dissect something.

"You said you would fulfill your promise before, right? No problem, pay first." The Abyss Apostle woke up from his contemplation. He straightened up and with a wave of his arm, a starry sky curtain unfolded in the underground laboratory.

The starlight shone on the doctor's face, suppressing his desire to dissect the apostle of the abyss.

The ability to teleport anytime and anywhere is not much worse than your own slices.

"This is a check from Northland Bank, ten million."

The check thrown out by the doctor swayed until it hit the ground, and was even stepped on by the apostle of the abyss.

"What did you just say? Ten million?" The Abyss Apostle picked his ears, and then moved his foot away from the check.

It kicked the sole of its foot, and the wind blew the check back towards the doctor's side.

"Sorry, we don't recognize Mora. Please throw the physical objects into this delivery door."

The apostle of the abyss moved his hand, and the unfolded portal moved closer to the doctor.

"Bang!" The floating check turned into ashes in the air. The doctor looked at the apostle of the abyss with an expectant look on his face, and the veins on his forehead popped out under the mask.

It turns out that the Apostles of the Abyss are so deserving of a beating!

Chapter 637 Where is the forbidden knowledge?

2024-04-29

"Hey! Hey!"

Dust is flying in the doctor's laboratory. A fool carried large and small bags and piled them on the open space of the laboratory.

There are more and more people coming and going, and the laboratory dedicated to experiments has no place to stay, and it has completely turned into a utility room.

"What, is that enough?" Caught in the sack, the doctor's face turned black.

When had his laboratory been so abused?

"I don't know, but I think it's almost the same." The Abyss Apostle looked around. He had no idea about the number of these debris, but it should be a lot to fill a large laboratory.

With a wave of his arm, the abyss channel in mid-air opened like a big mouth, swallowing all the debris on the ground.

"What a convenient and magical ability." The starry sky curtain fell in front of him, and the doctor suppressed the thought of reaching out to touch it and exclaimed.

No matter how many times I see it, the ability to use the abyss to simulate ley lines remains astonishing.

"Tell me what you want me to do next." The starlight disappeared and the laboratory dimmed again.

The apostle of the abyss looked around, seeing bottles and jars all around him. He didn't know if there was anything he could do to help.

"Lie on it." The doctor pointed to the vacant dissection table on the side and said to the apostle of the abyss.

"I always feel that this is not a good thing." The apostle muttered, and then lay down directly.

As long as you can't kill it instantly, there's nothing to be afraid of.

"I need a part of your body." The doctor came over.

"What?"

"Try to fuse with this thing." The doctor took out the remains of the demon god that he had shown to the apostles of the abyss before.

"Well..." The Apostle of the Abyss sat up from the autopsy table. He looked at the test tube in the doctor's hand, and then lay down again.

"No need to bother, just come directly."

These words made the doctor raise his brows, "According to previous experimental cases, directly implanting the devil's residue will generally not end well."

"I remember that only the apostles of the cult were killed in battle, not missing. Have you ever done experiments with apostles before?"

The apostle of the abyss waved his hand on the table, dismissing the dangers of the so-called demon god's residue.

"Well, since you are so eager, I can't spoil the fun." The doctor glanced at the apostle of the abyss, and then turned away.

After a while of ping-pong-ping, the doctor took out a test tube about the same size as his own arm.

What is sealed in the test tube is the restless remains of the devil.

"Why did it suddenly change so much?" The apostle of the abyss raised his head and exclaimed.

"Do not talk nonsense!"

The doctor inserted the test tube into a groove, and the ceiling on the dissecting table lowered.

A mechanical arm with a needle inserted into the front stretched out from the gap in the ceiling, pierced the Abyss Apostle's shirt, and inserted into its body.

"呲-"

A sound like sprinkling water came from the robotic arm, and then the doctor saw faces flying around in his laboratory.

"The cooperative attitude of the Abyss Cult is not very good." The doctor grabbed his palm and stopped the movement of resentment flying in the air.

Tiny cracks appeared in the air, and the resentment that had stopped was swallowed up by these opening and closing cracks in a moment.

"You can also teleport?"

"Things that are clever are not worthy of mention compared to you."

The doctor covered his ears, and then the wailing gradually became quieter. He is not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself.

Those slices cut out when he was still young had neither knowledge nor meaningless conscience and were of no use.

Therefore, they have only one purpose - to serve as a temporary supplement when experimental equipment is insufficient.

Using these slices to deal with waste that is difficult to dispose of after experiments is also a perfect choice.

"It's not that I don't want to cooperate, but the quality of your stuff is not good." The Apostle of the Abyss stood up from the dissecting table and pulled out all the tubes inserted into his body.

There was nothing at the front of the mechanical arm, just an empty space. The needles were corroded beyond recognition the moment they entered the body of the Abyss Apostle.

"..."