Royal Magic Academy, Mage Laboratory.

A female mage in a white coat was busily moving around the experimental tables on all four sides.

Henney wore square-framed glasses and had beads of sweat on her forehead as she bustled about in the laboratory.

The white coat undulated with her movements, even subtly revealing her graceful figure.

Various crucibles were placed on the experimental table, each containing a colorful potion being boiled.

White steam rose slowly from the crucible and swirled gently in the air.

Countless glass instruments were filled with various interacting reagents, and the bubbling sound kept ringing in Henne's ears.

A small red crocodile lying on the experimental table frowned, clearly annoyed by the situation.

The cacophony of gurgling sounds was so loud that Wrightton felt like smashing the place up.

But this 'laboratory' seems to be very important to Henney.

As he thought about it, Wrightton suppressed his anger.

Leitton turned his gaze aside.

I saw a chubby little dog lying peacefully asleep on the lab table.

The snot bubbles in front of its nose also expand and contract with its breathing.

It has never woken up since Henny took it away last time.

Well, he truly lives up to his reputation as the devil of sloth.

When Lightton turned around again, he saw Henne holding two bottles, gently shaking them with careful manipulation.

"Merge this with this."

As Henny muttered to herself, she focused intently on mixing the scarlet and emerald green liquids from the two bottles together.

The two types of monster blood in this bottle come from a moth and a unicorn, respectively.

The abilities of these two magical beasts are extremely opposite; one is very pure, while the other is extremely filthy.

Now, Hene stared at the bottle with anticipation, her heart pounding, and she even unconsciously held her breath.

Unfortunately, these two types of blood cannot mix at all.

Hene watched as several clumps of emerald green blood slowly rose from the bottom of the bottle, floating above the scarlet blood, and couldn't help but sigh.

Perhaps it is precisely because their attributes are too opposite that they cannot be integrated.

"So... how exactly did she do it?"

She turned her head and her gaze fell on Saphiros, who had a cold expression behind her.

At this moment, Saphiros was sitting quietly in her chair, her serpentine vertical pupils fixed on Henney.

Hene, on the other hand, rested her chin on her hand and looked at her, lost in deep thought.

The blood drawn from Sephiroth's body contains the aura of dozens, even hundreds, of monsters.

However, she has proven that simply fusing the blood of two magical beasts is futile.

How can one reach the standard of Saphiros?

"Forget it, let's give up for now."

Hennie had to put her research on Saphiros's body on hold for the time being.

Although this was research that Professor Victor requested she conduct.

She still needs to think of other methods.

At this moment, her gaze swept across the laboratory.

Upon seeing Lightton and Pukki slumped over the lab table, she suddenly had a new idea.

Her gaze was fixed on the small red crocodile.

Feeling Henny's somewhat malicious gaze, Wrightton froze, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Lightton glanced at Pukki, who was sleeping nearby, seemingly signaling to Henney to shift her focus.

But Pukki remained lost in his dream, oblivious to Henny's gaze.

So, Henney fixed her gaze on Wrightton and asked:

"Will you have blood on you?"

Demons need a body to move, and when they don't reveal their true form, they look much like ordinary animals.

So, is it possible to extract blood or energy from them?

As Henny thought about it, she picked up the small syringe on the table.

Pushing with his fingers, he squeezed out the air and moved closer to the crocodile step by step.

Looking into Henney's somewhat fanatical eyes, Lightton retreated in fear, almost falling off the testing table.

"But...maybe I don't have blood, I shouldn't, right?"

However, Henne ignored Lightton's pleas and continued to press him.

Lightton turned around in a panic to run away, only to find that the lab table was getting further and further away from him.

Hennie held the scarlet crocodile in her hand and, with a single, precise thrust, pierced Wrightton's buttocks.

"Aww!"

A scream shattered the tranquility of the laboratory.

Hene deftly pulled the syringe, drawing out some scarlet, foamy liquid from the little crocodile's body.

Hene examined it closely.

Although it is unknown what was extracted from Wrightton's body, the liquid clearly does not look like blood.

Just by observing the crimson liquid in the syringe, Henney felt a surge of intense anger rising from the depths of her heart.

This almost made her lose her mind.

She was almost overwhelmed by the outburst of anger, and hurriedly put down the syringe before regaining some composure.

Clearly, this is the power of a raging demon.

At that moment, Wrightton collapsed on the experimental table, his whole body convulsing.

Like a fish stranded on a dried-up riverbed, it helplessly sticks out its tongue, looking utterly desperate.

It felt as if a part of its body had been peeled away.

At the same time, Hene picked up a new syringe and walked towards Pukki.

Swish—

The syringe quickly drew a tube of bright white liquid from Pukki's body.

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