Rogge's heartache was not an act.
No one knew whether to call this fellow too stingy.
When Roland saw the Dominator-class Corpse Refinement Synthetic Beast, his expression eased. Then he cursed, "You want high-grade materials? Aren't there four right in front of us?!"
Roland was naturally referring to the four Dominators of the Minghe Empire.
Indeed, what materials could be more "fresh" than the four Dominators before them?
The fat Rogge no longer felt sorry for the damage his Corpse Refinement Synthetic Beast was about to suffer. His pair of tiny eyes, squeezed between folds of flesh, brimmed with greed and ravenous desire.
His gaze had settled respectively on the Level-7 Peak Pharaoh King and a King of Monsters whose form resembled a scorpion.
Perhaps the Level-7 Peak Pharaoh King, who was in the midst of lifting his seal, possessed too imposing an aura. Rogge turned his gaze toward the scorpion King of Monsters instead.
Under the gaze of Rogge's tiny eyes, the Scorpion King of Minghe, who possessed roughly Level-7 Mid-Stage strength, could not help shuddering.
To be honest, Rogge and the Level-7 Peak Pharaoh King were evenly matched. Both were foes this Scorpion King of Minghe could not afford to provoke.
Yet the majesty of the Pharaoh Kings had long been established. Why did this Level-7 Peak magician of the Wizard Civilization also possess an aura that made its heart quail?
Was this the invisible presence forged by dissecting all things in a laboratory?
There truly had been quite a few Dominator-class Beings dissected in Rogge's laboratory.
"Stupid and ignorant lowly creature of the Wizard Civilization! I will peel off your skin and use it as another stepping stone for my sealed body!" The Level-7 Peak Pharaoh King's roar formed a law-infused sound wave that swept in every