Cornflower Witch Chapter 720
Mage Alliance, in a hidden underground testing site.
"Mr. Rogers, this is your dinner today. I wish you a pleasant meal."
Rogers, who was dressed in a simple uniform, took the dinner plate and left from the window, then found a seat at random and sat down. Soon a figure came over and looked at the food on his plate curiously.
"Wow, that's really good. It's actually a third-level standard package." The other party had a bit of envy in his eyes.
Rogers didn't react much to this, and just ate it slowly with a spoon, even though the dish was carefully prepared by the chef.
"Hey, brother, why are you so unhappy?" The other party was not used to Rogers's boring eyes and attitude.
"Hey, let's talk. Don't you feel bored staying here every day?"
"If you ask me, being able to eat third-level delicacies every day is something I never dare to imagine in my life." The other party watched Rogers insert a piece of delicious meat that was fried with oil. The heat and aroma almost drove him crazy.
Seeing that the other party was staring straight at him, Rogers finally sighed, and the coldness on his face disappeared. He shook the piece of meat in the air, and then put it on the other party's plate.
"Eat and stop talking."
"Wow, wow, this, this, this, you are so generous!" After saying that, the other party couldn't wait to take a bite, and then chewed quickly to taste the delicate taste of this delicacy.
"It's delicious, it's delicious. This is simply the best food I've ever eaten in my life." The other person almost burst into tears while eating.
Hearing these words, Rogers finally couldn't help but ask.
"You are?"
"Ah, ask me? My name is Erik, and my hometown is Lone Sheep Village. It's a beautiful place, except it's a bit poor."
"Lone Sheep Village?" Rogers had never heard of this place, but felt that it was just an ordinary remote mountain village. He thought that the other party's strength was probably around First Order, so he continued to ask.
"How did you get in?"
"How did I get in? That's a good question. I saw the recruitment notice posted under the notice board. It said the salary was good, but it was a bit dangerous, so I signed up."
"Uh, do you know what this place is for?" Rogers couldn't help but ask again.
"Of course I know, this is the testing ground for Mr. Mage, and we are the lambs that are bred one by one." He said it so bluntly that it was so straightforward that Rogers couldn't hold himself tight.
"You already know this, why are you still here?"
"Is what you are saying very strange? It's like if the sheep don't graze here, they can eat good fruits elsewhere?"
"It's so tiring to work, but now I'm Season of Sinking Fog, and there's Plague outside every day. If I get sick, no one will treat me, and I might die one day. It's so easy here. As long as I get injections and take medicine every day, I can get a lot of money for nothing."
"But, this is money for working hard." Rogers thought for a while, answered slowly, and then smiled himself.
It's not hard work. He talks about his previous work as if it was great.
"Okay, how are you feeling now? Are you in pain?"
"I don't feel much, maybe I arrived not long ago." The other person shrugged.
"As for you, I see that your rank is not low. Sitting next to you feels like an invisible pressure. At least you are at the second level, right?" He gestured.
"No, I have already entered the third level." Rogers replied with a little pride. This is probably the most proud thing in his life.
"Wow, he's awesome. He's a big shot. I remember that Mr. Knight in this town used to be a third-level man, but he looked so old and far less handsome than you."
"You are very good at talking." Rogers shook his head.
"Okay, how did you advance? Before you came here, or after you came here?"
"Of course, after coming here, I didn't know such profound things before, and no one gave me delicious food." He chewed, swallowed the last piece of meat, and then continued.
"They told me to breathe with the instructor after injecting the medicine, and then I slowly mastered Breathing Technique."
"If I could do this before, I would definitely be able to find a good job in the town, at least as a follower for Master Knight." He recalled the past.
"So it's related to Blood Law----" Rogers thought for a while and continued to ask a lot of questions.
Later he roughly learned about the other party's situation.
This man's name is Erik. He used to be a sheepherder in the village, but now many sheepherders don't want people anymore. Because of the lack of food, many sheep have no access to grass, so they are all killed and sold for meat. Naturally, there is no need for sheepherders.
Later, he went to the city to find a job. The first few jobs were very hard, and the income was only enough to eat. Now that food prices remain high, most jobs are literally just enough to fill his stomach.
Under such circumstances, the job he found at the testing site can be said to be very well-paid. Not only does he not have to work, but he can also eat well every day.
The only danger is that if too much medicine is injected, some changes will occur in the body, and the results are unpredictable.
For Rogers, such a situation is obviously not what he wants, but for many people who are on the verge of hunger and cold, such a job is as wonderful as entering Heavenly Courtyard.
However, even in the testing site, there are high and low statuses. The highest status is naturally those Mage who lead the experiment, followed by the rare and higher-ranking experimental subjects like Rogers. In order to let his identity In order to maintain the body in the best condition and meet the needs of transformation after the experimental blood transplantation, Rogers's daily meal standard is now third-level food, which is the same as those Mage who presided over the experiment, which is the highest level.
As for other ordinary people who come to participate in the experiment, although they can also eat good First Order food, it is still far behind compared to the delicacies of the third level.
In this way, the relationship between the two gradually became familiar, and Rogers also learned a lot of information from Erik, a familiar loudmouth.
About a month ago, this testing site began to recruit a large number of people, and the effects of the injected medicines became stronger and stronger. I heard from Erik that his original roommate suddenly went crazy in the middle of the night, and his body expanded rapidly and became extremely powerful. His whole body was covered in blood-red and strong muscles.
That night, the roommate was taken away for observation by the Mages and never came back. It was said that he had arrived at a new testing site and was no longer arranged to live here.
"Where did it go? Have you received any information?" Rogers found that he didn't know as much information as the sheepherder in front of him.
"I don't know, but I heard the guards occasionally talk about it. It's probably somewhere further down, where the security is much tighter, because many mutant experimenters have violent tendencies." Erik answered.
"My roommate completed the advancement that night. I clearly felt the powerful Blood Law" aura coming from his body. That fist could probably kill a cow and shattered the bed."
"It would be great if I could be that strong." He was a little disappointed.
"It's better not to, then you may not be yourself anymore." When Rogers said this, he looked at his arm.
"What do you mean I am no longer myself? Why do you speak so strangely? Then why am I no longer myself?" Erik complained and retorted.
"I mean, you won't be able to go back by then, and this kind of experiment will only become more and more dangerous." Rogers shook his head. He had experienced a lot in the experiments led by Dark Wizard back then, and had seen many people go crazy and die.
"Although the injection of this type of medicine can give you some powerful Magic Creature abilities, it will also lead to the erosion of your destiny. If it reaches a certain level of control, your entire destiny will be shattered and you will completely turn into a pool of blood."
"Is it so scary? Tsk tsk." Although the other party said he was scared, he didn't really take it seriously.
"It's not my turn anyway. I'd better eat something good every day and live a comfortable life."
To this, Rogers did not answer. He now understands that there is no point in trying to persuade him at this time. He can only pray that those Mage are powerful enough to quickly find mature and stable blood transplantation techniques, so that these people will die as little as possible, and he can survive.
In this way, time passed day by day, and Erik's roommates changed one after another. Many of them moved to the second level and moved to the next level of testing ground, but Erik always stayed on the first level.
"It's not good, Rogers." One day while eating, Erik talked to him in a panic.
"What's wrong?"
"The master Mage who is in charge of the trial said that I may not be suitable for this type of blood transplant trial, and told me to pack up my things and move out of here in a few days."
"Ah, have you finally discovered that you are a freeloader?" Rogers said with a smile.
"Hey, hey, hey, what you are saying is not genuine. I see you are doing nothing every day, so why are you still here?"
"This--if I were to say, I have injected all the medicines you have tested on me now, and some of them were extracted from my blood." Rogers sighed.
"Is that so? No wonder."
"Can you help me think of a way to let me stay? If I leave here, I don't know where to find a job."
"What can I do? I can't tell the other party that you are of great experimental value, right?" Rogers shook his head. Although he was once a lawyer,
division, but now it has gradually lost the power of Mage.
Gold Steam" has been corroded in various experiments. Now he is hovering on the edge of Distortion" and Blood Law" Aspect Power. His fate is very unstable. He usually does not dare to use any abilities for fear of breaking the balance.
"Is there really nothing you can do? How did you mutate? Can you teach me, and I'll pretend to do it too."
"This can't be taught. Those Mages are easy to spot." Rogers himself used to be Mage, and he knew very well that low-level tricks are useless.
"What should we do? Are we really going to be kicked out?"
"No, no, I have to think of a way."
In the next few days, Rogers did not see Erik and thought he had left.
Then one day when he was having his usual meal in the cafeteria, a Mage came over and sat down in front of him.
"You are Mr. Rogers." The other party stretched out his hand. Rogers hesitated for a moment, but still took it.
"Hello, but we don't seem to know each other."
"That's right, I didn't know you before. I only know you occasionally." The other party replied humbly. In fact, judging from the other party's young appearance and fourth-level strength, he should be an elite within the Alliance.
"You should still remember the experimenter who often had meals with you before, that is, the one named Erik."
"Remember, what happened to him?" Rogers felt bad.
"He----" the other party paused.
"He said he wanted to stay, no matter how dangerous the experiment was. Later, a colleague agreed to his request and injected him with a high dose of medicine."
"As a result, he lost control on the spot and became a second-level monster."
"Then he is still alive?" Rogers was silent.
"He's still alive, but he's locked up in the testing ground on the next floor. If you want to see him, you can apply."
"But the other person has only some kind of animal instinct left, and may not be able to continue talking to you." He said slowly.
"I understand."
Two days later, Rogers's application was approved. He went to the next floor and saw Erik in a cage.
"Roar----" The opponent has completely changed his appearance. Now there are two ferocious horns growing on his head. He is like a huge orangutan in shape. His mouth is also full of fangs. His front claws are about half a meter long. They are Sharpness scattered and uneven.
Mage, who brought him here, introduced, "He was affected by Abomination Nest Mother, and some of the characteristics of Beast Fang and Aspect Power appeared on his body, namely the pair of curved horns, fangs, and sharp claws."
"The currently dominant Aspect Power is "Beast Fang", but the components of "Blood Law" and "Distortion" in the body are also not low."
"Although it looks scary, what is surprising is that the three types of Aspect Power in his body have reached a strange balance, which has not made his fate continue to deteriorate."
"So that's it?" Rogers sighed.
"Yes, this is very similar to what happened to you. We suspect that the other person is often with you and is also influenced by you."
"Blood Law" is the breathing and pulse rhythm of life. If you stay next to the powerful Blood Law creature for a long time, your own breathing and heartbeat frequency will gradually synchronize.
"I can see that you are very happy, but I want to know what is the significance of such an experiment?" Rogers turned his head.
"Meaning? Of course it does. Mr. Rogers has also experienced terrible Plague. These Plague are actually Abomination Nest Mother."
The power of Abomination Nest Mother is materialized on the surface. If we can find a way to integrate the power of Abomination Nest Mother's "descendants, we can be exempted from the harm caused by Plague."
Rogers shook his head.
"Even if such a technique is developed, it will not be recognized by Hour in the sky. They will not sit back and watch Abomination Nest Mother's descendants expand. At that time, humans will not be called humans anymore."
"What you said is correct, but——" The other party pushed up the frame of his glasses and looked to the other side.
"But humans will eventually live on the earth. If falling into the Twilight Sea is an inevitable outcome, then why can't we prepare in advance."
"The Hour in the sky is Hour, and the Hour in the sea is also Hour. If the Hour in the sky is not willing to protect us, then why should we remain loyal to it?"
The battle between Gold Steam" and "Nightmare" finally had a far-reaching impact. After witnessing the three Named One lifting Gold Steam"
After Chen failed, despair has slowly spread in the hearts of some Mage. They no longer believe that "Gold Steam" can lead them to the final victory, but admire the more powerful force of the other party.
Human beings cannot place their hopes on Hour and gods in the sky. If they must take sides, it is best to firmly grasp the choice in their own hands in advance.