Chapter 661 The Root

“…”

After taking a deep look at Ogman, Avis said nothing more.

Through the induction of the twisted seed, he could determine that there seemed to be some problem with the other party's mental state, but when Ogman stood in front of him, he did not find anything.

This was obviously abnormal, but Avis could not determine the source of the problem. The other party seemed to have a way of hiding or spying that he was not aware of.

Could it be its influence?

The mental power swept through the huge culture tank beside Ogman again. The strange creatures in the tank did not react at all, and Avis did not feel a sense of crisis in his mind.

“Please follow me, Mr. Supervisor, the culture tank of the third-generation demonized soldier experimental body is here.”

On the other side, Ogman had already walked into the darkness deep in the laboratory on his own, completely ignoring Avis's actions.

“Okay… But Mr. Ogman, I heard that you have something to see Mr. Avis?”

After thinking for a moment, Avis simply continued to follow Ogman calmly, preparing to visit the ‘third-generation demonized soldier’ mentioned by the other party, and at the same time try to find a breakthrough point from other directions.

"Meet Lord Avis? Yes... I have some private matters to discuss with Lord Avis, which are related to [Perfect Blood]."

From the darkness in front of the laboratory, Ogman's answer came like a self-questioning and self-answering.

"Please forgive me, Lord Supervisor, I can only tell you so much."

For the rest of the journey, both of them were silent, and soon, three smaller culture tanks appeared in Avis's mental perception.

As Ogman said, in Avis's perception, the aura emitted by the demonized soldiers in these three culture tanks reached the seventh-level standard.

The sixth and seventh levels are the biggest watershed between magic construction and alchemy, and the biggest barrier lies in the materials.

As disciplines that change the form of matter, the focus of alchemy and magic construction is completely different.

A construction factory can produce hundreds of finished constructions in a day and quickly arm a unit, but they can only exert low- and medium-level power.

A skilled alchemist can successfully refine a seventh-level magic ornament in one month. It is powerful, but there is only one.

This is a question of the ratio of utilization and efficiency. Alchemy can over-exploit the value of materials, but the efficiency is low. Magic construction can only bring out the lower limit of materials, but the efficiency is extremely high.

Because there are not many high-level materials, it is not worth the cost to make constructions. It is better to use alchemy to maximize the value of materials. This leads to the fact that magic constructions are usually made of medium and low-level materials, and naturally cannot reach high-level.

However, the magic flesh and blood developed by Ogman has solved the material problem in a sense.

The high-level magic beast flesh and blood prepared with perfect blood is enough to replace the metal material of the construction itself and carry the seventh-level magic operation.

Combined with a high-power magic source and various construction modules with different functions, it has become a war weapon that everyone has to pay attention to.

The most important thing is that demonized flesh and blood can be cultivated in batches through culture dishes. Even if the cultivation speed is not as fast as pure construction, it is far faster than the alchemical items made by the caster manually.

Since Ogman himself is not proficient in construction, the demonized soldiers in the culture tanks are all basic forms without any modules installed. Ogman is responsible for combining them with demonized flesh and blood, similar to the relationship between bones and muscles.

The three culture tanks are the result of the fusion of several different bloodlines, which are the three fusion variants with the strongest magic affinity, the strongest vitality, and the strongest explosive power.

After checking the situation of the third-generation demonized soldier experimental body, Avis had nothing else to do and could only say goodbye and leave with Ogman's polite farewell.

After leaving Ogman's laboratory, Avis directly entered the core control room of the base with the authority of the supervisor and began to read the base's underlying information monitoring log.

There is a famous saying in the prophet circle-whatever goes wrong, it will leave traces.

As long as the other party interferes with the operation of the base, it will inevitably leave some abnormal records in the base's main control construction spirit.

Resource collection, personnel changes, material loss...

Soon, Avis discovered a detail. Since the furnace month of the Glorious Calendar 2462, the demand for [Purification Dust] in the base began to decline, and eventually almost completely disappeared.

That thing was provided by Bishop Yanile. Although the curse on the island has dissipated, the dreams of professionals will still be affected by some residual ripples.

[Purification Dust] can help professionals purify these curse fragments so that they can rest normally.

In other words, the sleep quality of professionals in the base seems to have suddenly improved recently.

What good news.

Walking out of the base in silence, Avis strolled casually, as if admiring the scenery of the island.

Soon, the endless blue sea appeared in his sight, and he had arrived at the beach.

Looking around, Avis's eyes quickly fell on a dilapidated gray granite pier.

He vaguely remembered that when he first came to this island, the black sailing ship seemed to be docked here.

After walking over, Avis sat cross-legged on the top of the dock, his consciousness gradually sank into a hazy state.

If the main material world can't find the problem anyway, then the other party is likely in the dream world.

Gradually, Anvis suddenly felt that the air suddenly became moist, as if a drop of rain fell on his head.

The next moment, more soybean-sized raindrops poured down, and then slid down the magic layer of Anvis' body.

He looked up and found that the entire island in the dream world had been tightly shrouded in thick dark clouds, and the light was dim like night.

"Do you need any help, this strange sir?"

A male voice came from behind Anvis without any warning.

Anvis turned around suddenly and realized that a dark galley with oars was parked behind him, and what he just said was asked by a crew member on the deck whose body was wrapped tightly and only two dark yellow eyes were exposed.

"..."

Watching all this in silence, Anvis turned back again and looked in the direction of the island.

At the end of his gaze, the familiar cursed town [Lavanles] came into view!

"Hehe... I'm afraid it will rain for a long time. You'd better go to the tavern in the town to take shelter from the rain."

Seeing that Anvis didn't reply for a long time, the strange crew member sneered and returned to the cabin, ignoring Anvis.

"Yes, it would be better for you to go to the tavern to take shelter from the rain first."

Anvis turned around and saw a figure dressed as a homeless man standing at the entrance of the pier in the rain. But the strange thing is that his facial features are always shrouded in darkness.

"……Yeah?"

Looking at the faceless man, Anvis himself was not afraid. As an eighth-level prophet, his intuition did not send any warning, indicating that at least there was no danger that could threaten him in the short term.

The skilled artist boldly followed the homeless man to the only tavern in town. Anvis got a strange pale key from the bartender who also covered his face.

The moment he entered the room, Anvis could feel that he seemed to have finally met a certain condition and something was starting to happen.

On a street as dark as midnight, among the hazy rain curtains, a female figure with a perfect and pale body, but a smooth face, suddenly appeared vaguely from the end of the long street.

At the same time, a long-lost trembling feeling once again enveloped Anvis's body, as if a creature's instinct was to face a higher level of life.

Invincible, invincible, invincible...

From the moment the strange female figure appeared, Anvis felt that he could no longer leave this dream freely. Trying to escape by returning to the real world has become a luxury.

She started to get closer, but Avis seemed helpless.

Really?

In the room, watching the strange existence gradually approaching, Anvis suddenly showed a cold smile.

"Bomia, in the name of the controller, comes to this world!"

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