At the very bottom beneath Genji Heavy Industries, below the Ganryu Research Institute.
Following the slick, sticky trail the Dead Servants had dragged across the ground, Minamoto Chisaki and his group finally arrived at this completely concealed space.
The sight before them caused even the battle-hardened elites of the Execution Bureau to feel physically ill and deeply shaken.
Rust-covered iron operating tables lay scattered about, stained with dark brown residue. Blades of varying sharpness were strewn everywhere. Gear-shaped tools for cutting through hard bone lay coldly in the corners. Iron hooks hanging from the ceiling silently spoke of their former purpose.
The air was thick with an inescapable stench of rust and rotting flesh. This place looked less like a laboratory than a slaughterhouse for large livestock.
The opposite wall, built entirely from heavy glass bricks, had collapsed. Beyond it was an enormous space. The tens of thousands of tons of water it had once contained had long since poured out, though murky water still covered the ground to a depth of half a foot.
In the pooled water, creatures resembling young snakes writhed continuously. They had already grown pale scales, sharp bony claws protruding from the ends of their limbs, and bodies covered in grotesque muscular patterns.
These were second-generation Dead Servants, bred by the first Dead Servants that had fallen into corruption and mutation.
A chill shot from the soles of Minamoto Chisaki's feet straight to the top of his head. Deep beneath Genji Heavy Industries, there was actually a Dead Servant breeding ground like this! A nest used to cultivate and reproduce these twisted monsters!
This is bad—so the Eight Clans of the Serpent really have been secretly conducting forbidden biological weapons research!
He instinctively turned to look at Miyamoto Shio beside him. As the technical clan