The Moment of Devouring (4)

The Moment of Devouring (4)

If I fired an Air Bullet at it now, the mission would probably fail outright, wouldn't it?

As he sized up the monstrous horse before him and quietly took in the changes among his companions, Fu Qian mused to himself.

For now, he had no intention of trying anything so pointless.

His top priority was to find Goya Ulrich.

Besides, it didn't take a genius to figure out that everything happening in the room was probably being monitored in real time.

Ah—

As he was thinking, a piercing scream finally rang out. The test had failed to end peacefully after all.

What was a little surprising, though, was that it wasn't Brother 1349 who cracked first, but Ms. 6, who had seemed to be in the best condition.

After entering the room, the three of them had taken up positions at three different points.

Now, Ms. 6, who stood in the middle, let out a scream of terror and refused to stay where she was. She nimbly leaped backward, trying to open the inner metal door.

Three minutes.

Fu Qian had a very precise sense of time.

It had been no more than three minutes since the door closed, and it looked like someone was already unable to endure the horse's eerie whinnying.

Ms. 6 stood before the door, pounding on it with all her might. At the same time, she kept her eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to look at the horse again.

Although her rank wasn't high, the strength she showed was considerable.

The heavy door boomed under her blows. The sound mixed with the horse's neighs, echoing through the room.

Unfortunately, experimental subjects had never been the ones to decide their own fate.

No matter how hard Ms. 6 pounded or