There was nothing much to say. Kamar-Taj and the Three Great Sanctums actually had similar laboratories, but they were not this extreme, nor did they use people as test subjects.
The London Sanctum was an exception, but Merlin's experiments had never killed anyone either.
As for Gibborim, who knew why he had gone to such lengths? At a glance, there were over a hundred corpses that appeared to be human.
But what was the point of hanging them out to dry in the corridor like this?
Would they revive? Or were they waiting for Demon Souls to possess their flesh, replenishing the Sorcerer Assault Team's ranks?
But theoretically, Demon Souls could not animate dead bodies. That was the domain of the undead, incompatible with demonology.
Unless...
Su Ming walked over and held his hand beneath a corpse's nose.
The corpse suddenly opened its eyes and tried to bite his fingers, writhing wildly on the iron rack like a fish that had swallowed bait.
"Hisss! Hah!!"
The body made a venomous snake-like sound because its windpipe was leaking air.
If it had not been hanging from a massive iron hook that pierced through the back of its neck, with all sorts of miscellaneous things flying out of the wound as it struggled, it would have been no different from a living person.
"Hmm, so it really is a Voodoo Zombie." Su Ming withdrew his finger.
That meant Sebastian Shaw had acquired the mushrooms from Africa, then used the Wind Demon and the Sorcerer Assault Team as a bridge to connect with Gibborim, the Great Mage, in preparation for his ambitious plan.
Gibborim had magically cultivated the mushrooms here before handing them to Madame Hydra, exchanging them for legitimate command over the Sorcerer Assault Team and material support. He intended to bide