"Don't want!!"
The Madam Poison screamed inwardly, tears streaming down her face.
Logo remained unmoved, his heart as hard as stone. After piercing the soft, white breast with the tip of his knife, he moved downwards, separating the flesh from the middle to the sides, creating a large gash.
Blood brimming with vitality flowed out, and due to the Legendary life form's extraordinary regenerative ability, the wound would heal itself as soon as it appeared.
Logo glanced at Annabelle, who quickly took out another vial and injected it into the Madam Poison's upper body in three doses.
The wound healing process immediately slowed down.
The dissection continues.
In Logo's hands, the laser scalpel seemed to come alive, leaping across the Madam Poison's body tissues, peeling away skin, flesh, blood vessels, nerve lines little by little... even the two still-moving eyeballs were removed by Logo and placed into the nutrient solution beside him.
After he finished his work, only a skeleton remained of the Madam Poison's upper body, as if cast from blood jade, crystal clear, without a trace of flesh on the surface, possessing a unique beauty.
Click!
Annabelle's eyelids twitched violently. Following her gaze, she saw that Logo had actually pulled out a piece of the Madam Poison's spine, examined it for a moment, and then pressed it back in with another crisp sound.
"The record shows that the genetic essence of Legendary life forms has undergone a fundamental change compared to those at High-Rank Transcendent. Their genetic chains are gradually conforming to the characteristics of the laws, which may be the reason why Legendary can master the power of the laws. This inference has been preliminarily verified..."
"Inference Two: The changes in the soul structure of Legendary beings may coincide with their bloodlines, working in harmony with and resonating with the laws of the plane, thus externalizing their mastery of these laws..."
No matter how detailed the records of the Aslant Civilization regarding the characteristics of Legendary life forms may be, Logo will only use them as a reference.
Practice yields true knowledge; all so-called Truth only have meaning after one has personally verified them.
However, he currently lacks the ability and means to perform anatomy of the soul.
We must wait until the research on the science of the soul is more in-depth before we can develop some targeted equipment to explore the soul structure of the Madam Poison.
After dissecting the upper body, Logo turned his attention to the Madam Poison's lower body, but just then, the life system alarm device next to him emitted a piercing shrill sound.
"This is bad! Madam Poison's life magnetic field has been severely disrupted, and she may collapse." Annabelle's expression changed.
Logo remained completely calm. He first took out a bottle of emerald green potion and poured it onto the Madam Poison's spine, then began to reassemble the organs that had been dissected and removed.
A few minutes later, when Logo pressed the two eyeballs back into their sockets, the alarm stopped.
"Incredible! You managed to reposition Madam Poison's body tissues perfectly, making her look as if she had never been dissected." Annabelle circled the experimental table, full of admiration.
At this moment, on the experimental table, Madam Poison lay there perfectly intact, except that her eyes had lost their light; everything else was exactly the same as before the dissection.
Even if she were to come, she would never do better Logo. The complexity of the body structure of Legendary life form is hundreds or thousands of times greater than that of an ordinary human, especially at the microscopic level. There are too many differences, and the slightest mistake will cause a chain reaction, leading to the complete collapse of the life magnetic field.
But Logo was like a super-precise machine, moving in an orderly manner without making even the slightest mistake.
"Perhaps this is the true genius of alchemy," Annabelle thought to himself.
Logo lowered his head, scrutinizing the Madam Poison's facial expression, his brows furrowing slightly.
"What's wrong?" Annabelle asked quickly.
"Her expression is too stiff, and her thinking isn't active enough. This won't do. The brain affects every aspect of the body; the mind and body are inseparable. We must change this state for her."
"..."
Hearing Logo's words, Annabelle was speechless. You've already sliced him into pieces, and you still expect him to be in a good mood?
Are you a devil?
At that moment, Annabelle suddenly felt incredibly kind; compared to Logo, she was practically a saint.
Logo, oblivious to Annabelle's reaction, thought for a moment and then said, "Find her a psychologist! After providing psychological counseling, proceed with the autopsy. It seems we can't do autopsies too frequently in the future."
"Psychologist... you're so considerate..." Annabelle murmured to herself, but when Logo's gaze swept over her, she immediately straightened up, patted her chest, and assured him that everything would be arranged properly and the psychologist would be there soon.
"Hmm." Logo nodded slightly. "In that case, let's conclude today's dissection."
Hearing this, Annabelle nodded, and the Madam Poison on the experimental table, whose eyes had been dull and lifeless, now had a glimmer of color in them.
Pfft!
Logo swiftly sliced off a piece of flesh from the Madam Poison's side, causing her to freeze for a moment before reverting to her previous state of utter despair and gloom.
"What is this...?" Annabelle stared at Logo curiously.
"Legendary flesh and blood is also a resource; I plan to take it back and do some experiments," Logo replied. "Remember to inject her with a recovery potion; she's an inexhaustible source of living material, so preserve her well."
"You must be a devil..." Annabelle's eyes widened.