Cellular Rampage! (33)

Under the watchful eyes of the Five Elders above, the staff did not dare slack off and briskly began the preliminary preparations.

They first released the unknown fat Celestial Dragon from the nutrient solution, tied him to the operating table, cleaned the mucus off his body, then drew a syringe of Omni Gene Fluid and began the final inspection.

Very soon.

"Everything is ready, Mr. Vegapunk!"

A man in a white coat came over and spoke after saluting.

"Got it."

Vegapunk waved a hand, signaling for him to wait a moment, then turned around and looked toward the glass window above.

"Begin!"

Longbeard Five Elder said with a wave of his hand.

"Understood!"

With a solemn nod, Vegapunk put on a gas mask, hiding his face behind its two lenses, and picked up the syringe.

"Hm? Where am I...?"

At that moment, the Celestial Dragon, no longer under anesthesia, quickly woke up. Looking at the silvery-white mechanical devices around him, he was completely bewildered.

But he rapidly came to his senses, because Vegapunk was standing in front of him with an enormous syringe in hand!

"You... who are you? What are you trying to do?!"

He looked around, then suddenly screamed, "You people, I know you! What are you doing? I am Saint Ulysses Priestley! Your master!"

As a Celestial Dragon, this man undoubtedly belonged to the "well-read" sort.

After all, he actually recognized the scientists under the Government, rather than being like most Celestial Dragons and unable to remember anyone's face.

"Saint Priestley, please calm down."

Seeing the staff trembling beneath the Celestial Dragon's furious shouts, Vegapunk had no choice but to step forward and explain, "There has been an accident with your body. We are treating you now."

"Bastards! Who gave you the right?!"

Priestley flew into a