In the wilderness.
Yang Fan climbed to the top of a tall redwood, gazing at the Ailante Base from afar.
Destroyer Eric, upon undergoing modification earlier, had suffered so brain damage.
With his intelligence, even if he mastered the ans to control Poisonous Mosquitoes, he couldn’t perform such precise operations.
The swarm of Poisonous Mosquitoes grazed ground, flying swiftly into the base, thanks to a little secret help from Yang Fan.
At this mont.
Yang Fan saw a researcher in a white lab coat rush out from the smoking pavilion.
The guy didn’t run far before his steps halted abruptly.
The "buzzing" sound of the swarm of Poisonous Mosquitoes vibrating their wings produced a Supernatural Power, controlling the unfortunate researcher.
A vast black cloud of Poisonous Mosquitoes flew over quickly, crawling all over the researcher’s body.
A few seconds later.
The researcher was drained into a dried corpse, collapsed headfirst to the ground.
Yang Fan watched the scene, not a shred of sympathy in his eyes.
He knew perfectly well that every researcher in the base’s underground laboratory was a butcher, their hands stained with blood.
They all deserve to die!
"Woo~"
The alarm echoed throughout the entire base.
But it was already too late.
The real boss had arrived.
"Boom! Boom!"
Accompanied by heavy and urgent footsteps, a massive dark cloud like a whirlwind rushed into the base.
The dark cloud dispersed quickly.
Destroyer revealed itself.
Yang Fan couldn’t help but smile: "A huge swarm of Poisonous Mosquitoes gathered together even has a cloaking effect."
This was his accidental discovery while controlling the swarm of Poisonous Mosquitoes.
Simply put, the "buzzing" of the Poisonous Mosquitoes’ wings has the special ability to absorb vibrations.
The essence of sound is vibration, so it can naturally be absorbed by a swarm of Poisonous Mosquitoes.
Destroyer, wrapped in hundreds of thousands of Poisonous Mosquitoes, silently sneaked near the base without a single Carnian noticing.
Then.
Destroyer, carrying a full load of vengeance, forcibly tore apart the elevator and entered the laboratory from the elevator shaft.
Countless Poisonous Mosquitoes followed, swarming in.
"Bang! Bang!"
The guards opened fire on Destroyer with their firearms.
But Destroyer’s skin was very tough, the shots felt no more than a tickle.
Destroyer roared in anger, left hand raised high with the Bone Shield, crashing frantically into the crowd.
The Bone Shield hit two guards, the latter instantly turned into pulp, flying out at over a hundred yards per second.
Then.
The massacre began.
The swarm of Poisonous Mosquitoes dispersed, beginning to search for food.
Destroyer violently broke open every door, killing everyone it saw.
Yang Fan witnessed many disgusting scenes.
For example.
In a display room.
There were many cylindrical large jars inside, filled with formalin solution.
Every jar imrsed bizarre biological specins.
Yang Fan understood that all of these were failed human modifications, preserved as specins for further research.
The extremity of malice in human nature was vividly embodied in the display room.
One could easily imagine that many of these altered experinters were innocent victims like Eric.
Yang Fan murmured: "Many people praise the Carnia Federation online as representatives of human civilization, how ironic!"
In his identity as Mr. Ghost, he was privy to many top secrets of Great Xia, knowing they never conducted such cruel modification experints.
The more he pondered, the stronger his belief that Great Xia was the true beacon of human civilization.
Five minutes later.
Inside the base.
Inside a safe house.
Destroyer cornered an old white man.
This guy was the highest manager of the laboratory.
Destroyer’s tumor-like eyeball swelled out, asking: "Are you... Al... Fredo?"
The old white man, initially frightened to wet his pants, was utterly shocked: "You’ve regained consciousness, how is this possible?"
This guy understood the details of modification thoroughly; every experinter’s skull was opened, their brain undergoing special modifications.
Theoretically, the cortical brain was almost utterly destroyed, the subject should completely lose their mory.
Yet this scene completely subverted the old white man’s understanding.
"Boom!"
Destroyer’s tumor-like eye twitched: "I rember... you ordered... my liver and eyeball be removed... transplanted to others."
The old white man quickly grabbed a gun, aiming it at his own chin.
But he didn’t have ti to pull the trigger.
Destroyer stepped forward, pierced a claw through the old white man’s shoulder, lifting him up.
Destroyer opened its mouth, biting onto the old white man’s arm, swinging its head slightly, tearing off the arm.
"Ah~"
The old white man scread mournfully.
Just like the other experinters undergoing modifications.
A minute passed.
The old white man disappeared from the world.
Only the large bloodstain on the floor proved he once existed in this world.
Destroyer roared and darted away.
Behind it.
A hidden cara in the corner of the safe room wall recorded the entire process of the old white man being devoured.
Soon.
Destroyer quickly left the base.
The swarm of poisonous mosquitoes gathered again, once more obscuring its silhouette.
In the wilderness.
Yang Fan looked at the disappearing Destroyer in the distance and smiled: "Although the swarm of poisonous mosquitoes isn’t particularly strong, it’s still a good auxiliary thod."
The most crucial point is that Canglan Star is filled with poisonous mosquitoes, and they cannot be completely eradicated, aning that helpers can be found anyti and anywhere.
He muttered to himself again: "Mr. Demon, you should be quite surprised by the Destroyer’s performance, right?
"The Carnians, following your guidance, transford and created the Destroyer; this creation can be considered as one of your works.
"Now that this creation has turned out like this, don’t you want to co over and see for yourself?"
*
Several hundred kiloters away.
Mount of Gods.
In the underground chamber.
A shadowy mass occupied half of the chamber’s area, even light couldn’t penetrate it.
"...My liver and eyeballs... were transplanted to other people."
Every word that the Destroyer spoke was recorded by surveillance, detailing the complete story.
Jeremy, the leader of Mount of Gods, softly spoke: "Lord Wanshan, this is the complete account of the situation.
"The Federation Military conducted a thorough search, but unfortunately, they failed to locate the Destroyer."
After so ti.
A voice erged from the darkness: "It’s truly surprising!"
Jeremy was puzzled: "Lord Wanshan, what matter has surprised you?"
Wanshan’s voice floated out: "The experintal subject actually recovered a portion of its mory."
Jeremy was quite bewildered: "The experintal subject’s cerebral cortex was destroyed. With Canglan People’s level of dicine, indeed it’s difficult to recover.
"However, from a supernatural perspective, recovering mory shouldn’t be difficult, right?"
Wanshan replied: "You don’t understand; the third phase of the Sacred Body transformation ritual extracted the subject’s brain.
"This isn’t rely about strengthening the brain. This phase of the ritual also devours the experinter’s mory to obtain a mory-pure individual.
"Now the Destroyer has actually reversed the ritual’s effects. In my 300-plus years, this is the first ti I’ve encountered such a thing."
Only then did Jeremy realize: "So that’s how it is."
He then imdiately asked: "Lord, where do you think the issue lies?"
The shadow flickered slightly, and Wanshan’s voice erged: "I can only think of two possibilities.
"The first is that soone above Knight Level interfered, using so sort of echo-collation technique to retrieve lost mories.
"But this possibility can almost be disregarded; a re Destroyer isn’t worth a Knight Powerhouse’s intervention."
Jeremy agreed: "Indeed."
Wanshan continued: "The second possibility is that the Destroyer’s soul underwent so kind of incredible change, miraculously recovering so mories."
Jeremy asked a question: "The Titan Corpse Royal happened to be near the Destroyer, seemingly providing it assistance. Could this matter be related to it?"
Wanshan scoffed: "An Early stage Warrior Level Titan Corpse Royal, how could it possess such ans?"
Jeremy understood instantly: "It appears the Titan Corpse Royal likely saw through the Destroyer’s unique soul and hence targeted the Destroyer."
Wanshan said: "That’s my viewpoint as well."
It no longer hesitated: "I have decided to go over there and bring the Destroyer back."
The Destroyer seemingly exhibited astonishing changes, and there were Mysterious Races coming, causing Wanshan to be unable to sit still.
Jeremy imdiately said: "Lord Wanshan, I’ll arrange a plane for you."
The voice in the shadow rarely showed a hint of approval: "You Canglan People may be small, but your technological inventions do have so rit."
Jeremy imdiately bowed reverently: "Your praise is the honor of Canglan People."
Wanshan added: "Once it’s arranged, ring the ’Soul Bell’.
As soon as the words fell.
The shadow receded like a tide.
The chamber was fully illuminated.
Jeremy glanced over, an old eye flashed with a tinge of fear.
He saw where the shadow once lood, was stacked with ten or more shriveled human corpses.
Although the corpses were almost completely desiccated, it could still be seen that the deceased experienced imnse pain before they died.
This leader knew well that he was dealing with a demon.
Yet he was confident that he was sufficiently cautious of the demon, with a powerful nation as support, capable of trading large resources for knowledge from the demon.
Jeremy glanced at the terrifying desiccated corpses and silently recited: "For the Federation’s future, a certain sacrifice is well worth it."
*
Near Ailante Base.
In the wilderness.
A cloud of poisonous mosquitoes dispersed, revealing the Destroyer’s massive form.
It stood there for a mont, then suddenly looked up at the sky and stuttered: "Who... is helping ?"
The next mont.
A stream of information appeared in its mind out of thin air.
Of course, this was Yang Fan’s doing.
The Destroyer’s body shook slightly.
It hesitated for a mont and said: "Eric... willing to serve you!"
Yang Fan’s curious voice once again echoed in its mind: "Why?"
The Destroyer glanced at the northeastern direction and answered: "Eric... feels... a crisis is approaching from there."
Evidently.
Its initiative to pledge allegiance was to seek protection.
Yang Fan was greatly surprised.
He knew well that this was because Mr. Demon had arrived.
But the question was, the Destroyer actually sensed the crisis approaching, truly unexpected.
Suddenly, he realized that the Destroyer’s potential seed to be greater than initially thought.
Yang Fan decisively said: "I accept your service."
He quickly added: "But I need to perform a Secret Technique on you, don’t worry, I won’t harm you."
The Destroyer showed outright consent: "Go... ahead!"
A minute later.
Yang Fan revealed a look of delight: "Seems like I’ve found treasure this ti."
Just now, he planted a Spirit Beast Mark on the Destroyer.
This was the latest mark he condensed after the increase of his Spiritual Power.
And the Destroyer’s strength growth was significantly greater than that of other spirit beasts.
Yang Fan even had a wonderful intuition: "Perhaps within a few months, the Destroyer could ascend to Warrior."
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