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Xue Clan.
Northern Biopharmaceutical Underground Laboratory.
The guard looked at the plague monsters in the laboratory with a degree of awe.
"Plagues are also subjects of plague extermination research. By combining known Dragon-class fragments, we can create entirely new synthetic artificial plagues."
"Well? Impressive, isn't it?"
The guard looked over at Zhou Zhi.
He felt somewhat pity for him. After all, this Plague Exterminator called Razor would soon become a lab rat.
Plague extermination research was not a dinner party. In certain fields, it was dark—perhaps even horrifying.
If all research could be done with lab rats, why would pharmaceutical companies recruit volunteers for new drugs?
"It really is impressive. These Dragon-class plague remains must have cost a fortune just to acquire, right?"
Zhou Zhi commented.
The remains of pathogenized objects from Dragon-class plagues carried strategic value. They could help Plague Exterminators advance, and even a small piece was worth a king's ransom.
Clearly, Northland Pharmaceuticals had gathered quite a few. They had then separated the pathogenized remains again, continuously producing these so-called artificial plagues.
"So... Hua Qianqiu... Northern Biopharmaceutical wants artificial Pestilence Symbiosis hosts?"
Zhou Zhi's expression shifted.
The Wheelcasting Mill organization happened to be capable of providing standardized weapons on a massive scale. Had these northern forces chosen to band together because they saw hope in this?
At that moment, a nurse walked over from inside.
Several researchers were recording data as they carried a twisted humanoid form out from within.
It gave off an abnormal, mixed pathogenization.
"Test Subject No. 128. Symbiosis failed."
"Synchronization rate: eight percent."
After reading the record in his hand, the elderly man at the lead raised his head, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
"A new test subject?"
"A Chief Surgeon Grade? Impressive!"
"Wait?"
"This test subject seems to have some