"So that's how it works! It takes a high-energy plasma field to contain it?"
The eyes of the old man with an apple for a head gradually lit up.
It was as though he had discovered a new continent.
Outside the thick glass room, Government Agents in black suits patrolled from time to time.
They were like guards watching over a cell holding a dangerous criminal.
Yet however powerful or numerous the Agents outside were, they seemed unable to affect the old man's experiments inside the room.
Just then, a burly, thick-haired old man appeared outside the glass room.
The old man had a scar on the left side of his face, white curls, and a bushy white beard. He wore a black suit over a white shirt with a dark purple tie and carried a cane.
A passing group of Agents hurriedly knelt when they saw him, bowing their heads so low that their foreheads touched the ground.
They called out in unison:
"Saint Saturn!"
This old man was none other than one of the Five Elders, the Warrior God of Science and Defense-Jaygarcia Saturn Saint!
Saturn did not look at the Agents kneeling before him.
He merely nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the old man's back inside the glass room.
Seeing how hard the old man was working, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"You know what's good for you. I hope you're not just putting on an act."
As his words fell, he gradually transformed into an eight-legged monster with a human head.
At the same time, a pentagram appeared beneath his feet, and his entire body slowly sank into it and disappeared.
Only long after Saturn had vanished did the Agents kneeling on the ground dare to stand.
"What a terrifying presence. Is...