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Magic-powered hands floated beside Lin Suo, holding tweezers, scalpels, tal trays, sanitation spheres, and other such things.
After Tower Spirit 32 completed the scan, Lin Suo swiftly cut through those uncontrollable clogged Magic Tumors like a hot knife through butter.
A Bloodline Ancestor, treated and bred like a pig for slaughter.
There was actually no need to intentionally leave those tumors just to keep him in a state of extre discomfort.
Lin Suo frowned.
In all fairness, when he beca ruthless, he didn’t even seem human, always ensuring his subjects had a quick end... except for so volunteers or those with grievances.
Suddenly, his hands paused.
After a serious thought, he decided not to criticize anymore.
Hey...
The removal of the tumors went smoothly, and after washing the wounds with Washing Water, the uncontrolled Magic Power was combed, leading to a significant reduction in the abnormal flesh.
He tirelessly corrected the fractured bones and combed through the entangled ridians, gaining a deep understanding of the Blood Clan’s bodily structure during the process.
As ti passed.
He was like a master antique restorer, slowly reclaiming the original appearance of the subject through fragnts.
Three days later.
On the experintal table appeared a tightly wrapped child mummy, stained with blood, with runes inscribed by Lin Suo in blue liquid.
Due to the long-term uncontrolled state of Magic Power within, the body had completely adapted to this rampant state, needing the subject to learn active control for recovery.
Moreover, the side effects brought by the bloodline control loss resulted in weakening of the Bloodline Ancestor’s Bloodline Ability after the abnormality was fixed, akin to a young man who had drastically overused his body and worn out by his thirties.
Needed nurturing.
Repairing it ant the disappearance of the enhanced undying nature.
Fortunately, Lin Suo only wanted an original Bloodline Ancestor to study the Crimson Elent, for witchcraft knowledge and not as a Crimson Series biological weapon.
Of course, if it could sufficiently boost the 〈Synthetic Beast〉, integrating it was not inappropriate.
"Crimson Elent..."
Lin Suo sighed, the work here was done.
"Tower Spirit 32, call as soon as she wakes up."
[Instruction received.]
After wiping his hands, Lin Suo entered the Flesh Hall; three days had passed, and the Blood-Finger Quintuplets were still hanging from the ceiling, displaying a pitiful and grievous state.
Not only that.
A row of people knelt below, ten... neatly aligned, not one less.
This scene shocked those eight "honest n." Frankly, they had just smartly adhered to arrangents and returned, never expecting Lin Suo to actually possess such outlandish ans.
They actually ca back themselves.
In these days, many had witnessed Lin Suo’s engrossnt in experints, showing his control reached a level that couldn’t be rationalized by common sense.
Lin Suo’s hands were stained with blood, which couldn’t be cleaned imdiately.
When he faced the crowd.
An intangible fear pressed down, especially for Evil Fighter Gangzeluo, who opened his mouth but could utter no sound, despairingly lowering his head.
—Snap!
Lin Suo snapped his fingers, the blood on the ground rapidly proliferated into a lounge chair, he then crossed his legs in a relaxed manner.
Though his expression bore no anger, it revealed irritation.
"I’ve had enough of you folks always thinking of turning against . I’m giving you guys one last chance..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the ten "fugitives" uncontrollably kneeling felt imnse joy, followed by disdain for Lin Suo, thinking that being too soft-hearted wasnot good.
Lin Suo casually pointed at Poison Wolf Maris, removing his restraints.
"Speak, why did you run?"
Poison Wolf Maris imdiately said.
"Master, I didn’t... No... No!!!"
As his body withered, his Life Force was drained; he showed an expression of extre reluctance, his eyes filled with resentful staring.
"Sigh..."
Lin Suo sighed, quite puzzled.
"I gave you all the greatest hope and one final opportunity, yet you still try to quibble."
"I’m very disappointed."
"You must all understand a principle, in this world, are you the only wizards stuck because of the chaotic Magic Rings? You are not unique, so don’t bother ."
Playing with a 〈Life Crystal〉, a condensation of Life Force from a Legendary Strongman, Lin Suo felt he could mass-produce these.
When too much effort is spent on taming, he would choose more docile beasts, that’s human nature.
"So, why did you run?"
The Black Witch shivered all over, her charming face showing a flattering expression.
"My lord～ I was just tempted by Poison Wolf, as long as you wish..."
"Wrong answer."
—Snap!
As the Death God’s snap sounded, the Black Witch, terrified and about to call out for everyone’s resistance, found her body uncontrollable.
She beca the second Legendary Life Crystal in Lin Suo’s hands.
The eight "honest n" watching from behind shuddered in unison; was there anyone who didn’t understand? No, in fact, they all understood they weren’t unique and that substitutes were plenty.
But always wanting to try, from a personal standpoint, self-identity inherently possesses certain special cognition, having reached this step, who wasn’t a protagonist?
Everyone has legendary experiences of turning the tables in desperate situations... but in this case, they faced an insurmountable divide.
"What about you, Rapier?"
This middle-aged man suddenly raised his head.
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