He explained the Factory's operating process to Lin En in detail.
Aside from human modification, this was their most important method of manufacturing Vessels.
Every Mother could produce them.
They pumped the necessary materials into the Mothers' bodies through the densely packed pipes, then had them follow preset blueprints to manufacture the most basic Vessels for experiments.
This was also the final stage of the entire Factory's operation.
"How many people are there in total?"
Lin En looked up and asked.
Tyrael answered respectfully:
"The basic capacity is five hundred, but they need to be replaced periodically, so when we operate, we stockpile large numbers of Mothers in advance as replacements. Under normal operating conditions, though, each of them can produce nearly two hundred babies on average before losing their value."
"And with our accelerated gestation process, we can shorten the Vessels' maturation cycle to less than two days."
Lin En looked up, gravely surveying the people embedded above.
"Are they still alive?"
Tyrael nodded and said:
"Although this place has been sealed for ten years, it's different from a mechanical factory. Once it starts running, it can't stop, so we have to keep them sufficiently active. Before leaving, we stored large quantities of flesh here, enough to keep the Factory on standby at low power for decades."
Lin En instinctively looked down into the cavern.
Just one glance sent waves of intense nausea through both his body and mind.
Right beneath their feet.
In the deepest reaches of that seemingly bottomless cavern.
He saw countless severed limbs churning there. Like meat in a blender, they swirled around the platform on which they stood, and he could even clearly make out lifeless human faces turning over in the mass.
"What materials did you use?"
Lin En struggled to contain his