The most terrifying monster, naturally, should be thrown into the best testing ground.
Huitt had already collected all the data from the live samples, so the life of this monster was unimportant now. What mattered most was gathering combat data.
It had survived, up to now. But integrating the chanical magic-guided braking circuits from the Magic Energy Industry hadn’t been perfectly calibrated yet. The biggest issue was whether the engine could survive under such a high load.
The current challenge was.
There was simply no suitable test for the forr deputy leader of the Starving Wolf Adventure Group. As the vice leader of an Honorable-level Adventure Group, his own strength was extrely formidable. The magic beasts used in the tests didn’t need to run the magic-guided braking engine at all; they could easily tear it apart. Not to ntion the weaponry forged by Master Lockhan, Brutal Punishnt.
Every piece of armor or weapon crafted by the master is nad by him, and the weapon made of Ancient Divine Steel with forty-two activation states would certainly cause every widow of those Dead Souls to weep bitterly every night under this brutal punishnt.
Huitt made a decision that went against his ancestors.
They were not so army; their target was small, only a few people. They could completely bypass all of Aran’s detection chains, and bypass to Black Rock City.
Lostra unconditionally backed Mulong.
Pedan was also a supporter behind it.
The best data collection had to be targeted. This was Pedan’s secret experint to counter Aran, so using Aran for testing would certainly gather the most targeted data.
After returning to the country and open-sourcing the technology, Pedan would conduct magic-guided modifications, just like the large-scale Life Alchemy transformations of Aran.
The forr was a twisted dark entity, and the latter was a semi-chanical iron man, both monsters, neither nobler than the other.
With Huitt’s strong capability, even encountering so scouts could be easily handled.
Now.
He and his two assistants, along with Pedan’s ten-man team of Demon Swordsn, were already in the shrubbery outside Black Rock City, with rocks providing cover, waiting for nightfall to release the berserk beast after the sedative wore off.
"Test the sedative concentration in the blood; it’s not good if it wakes up too early."
Huitt repeatedly instructed.
He had already injected a frenzy potion with a tid release into the werewolf; when it woke up, it would kill everyone indiscriminately until the drug effects completely wore off.
The female assistant placed the extracted blood on the test strip, and everything went smoothly.
"Holy shit."
The male assistant cursed; soone had actually survived the entire process, the world’s most terrifying thing, the dical term for anesthetic awareness.
During surgical procedures, the subject’s motor nerves would be paralyzed but their consciousness would remain awake.
In the frenzied modification process, only a certain dose of anesthetic could be used; too much would directly kill the person or paralyze their bodily functions, leading to a failed experint and a dead end.
In this modification, the subject’s limbs and head were separated from the torso and connected with specially adapted tubes to keep the parts from necrosis, undergoing full-scale magic-guided modifications. A new set of everything from the skeleton, muscle fibers, and soft tissues, to even the spine and skull was required. Most people would experience brain death the mont they beca anesthetically aware due to extre fear.
The werewolf had woken up several tis, its spirit exceptionally strong, even flipping the bird—truly a tough nut to crack from the East Sea—essentially the underworld of the underworld.
The test strip used to check the sedative concentration in the blood was burned through imdiately after coming into contact with the blood.
What flowed was not blood, but extrely pure magic power. Magic Ore, when the impurities were removed, would appear blue, high-purity would be purple, and the most concentrated would be bright red, just like blood.
"It’s nearly nightfall. How do we know if, in his berserk state, this guy will go to Black Rock City or co for us?"
The male assistant asked, genuinely afraid of this thing.
This tough nut from the East Sea looked no different from before, except for the suture marks on its limbs and head. Internally, though, it was the ultimate masterpiece of the Magic Energy Industry Revolution and the highest achievent of the committee in human modification to date.
The constructed weapon, Brutal Punishnt, sadly was a failed piece. This arm armor had an error in the magic pattern circuit construction, leading to abnormal consumption rates and insufferable load. So it was given to Huitt as a collectible.
Now it could be put to use.
"Don’t think too highly of this thing; it still has many flaws. I can cast an arcane spell to completely shield our presence and light. It will only charge towards Black Rock City. Check the crystals and monitoring equipnt again. If we gather no data, that would be a waste of effort."
Huitt adhered to scholarly precision, having had the assistants check more than ten tis, and now once more.
After confirming everything was in order.
"Alright, night is falling soon, he is very destructive. We will retreat within ten minutes."
Huitt packed up and urged everyone to leave as quickly as possible.
Only Rein lay sprawled on the wasteland like a dead dog.
"Just one more question, what if this werewolf gets out of Black Rock City alive after the frenzy potion wears off, regains his intelligence, and cos after us?"
The male assistant didn’t want to return ho with a bright future ahead, only to suddenly be torn to pieces by a werewolf.
"That would be ideal. After reporting Fen’s activities in Mulong to the committee, those people will take action. Fen, exiled overseas, turned into a scummy pirate. Managing him costs more than he returns. But now things are different, Black Sail is swimming in wealth, and it’s ti to settle accounts in autumn."
Huitt regretted the fate of this young one, a professor, a committee mber, an Upper House mber, with a boundless future. In another twenty or thirty years, there’s a chance he might beco the Tower Master.
What a pity.
With that, the group withdrew from the scene, Huitt casting an arcane spell to shield them from the outside. He watched the crystal imaging monitoring device, taking out his notebook to record detailed data.
The werewolf would either explode or slaughter Black Rock City; it would soon be clear.
The effect of the sedative gradually wore off, and Rein’s right hand twitched. His left hand, clad in the crimson arm armor with intricate chanisms and micro-level precision, was already filling with bright red energy.
At this mont.
In Black Rock City.
Magnus walked down the streets. The khaki stone buildings had already lit their lamps. So, it was nightfall?
This city was quite large. When he arrived at the Eternal Church, which had recently completed its main construction ceremony, he saw the Dragon Lord statue standing before the main hall, exuding an unrivaled majesty.
There were many heavy priests stationed here and many citizens coming to receive food. A very beautiful blonde female priest was distributing alms.
It was rare to see a nun advance to priesthood; perhaps only one in twenty priests was female.
But Magnus’s target was not her.
He rembered Zote’s face, as Zote was part of the special team tasked with his capture.
Due to the decisive battle in Old Aran Royal City more than twenty years ago, Zote had lost an eye, and his face bore tiger claw scars, making him easily recognizable.
After walking around without finding him and being denied entry to the newly completed chapel, Magnus decided to inquire.
"I want to find the leader of the Eighteenth Formation of the Ti Sword, where is he?"
Magnus asked Sharon.
Sharon looked up and stared at his right arm, "He..."
Before Sharon could finish speaking.
A roar that spanned the wilderness shook everyone’s chest in the city, causing a sensation of impact, followed by ringing in the ears.
"What’s going on?"
Sharon stood up, the sound seed to co from a giant magic beast.
Everyone in the square stopped what they were doing, massaging their temples to relieve the ringing, searching for the source of the sound.
But all they heard were the frenzied gunfire from the distant city walls and the horrifying clatter of steel, as if sothing was rampaging through, accompanied by the sound of buildings collapsing.
Brutal Punishnt, running like Hell.
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