Chapter 661 The Root

“…”

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

Through the perception of the Distortion Seed, he was able to determine that there seemed to be some kind of problem with the other party's mental state, but when Ogman stood in front of him, he found nothing.

This was obviously abnormal, but Avis couldn't determine the source of the problem. The other party seemed to have a way of hiding or spying that he didn't understand.

Could it be its influence? His mental power once again swept through the huge culture tank beside Ogman. The strange creatures in the tank did not react at all, and Avis did not feel any sense of crisis.

"Please follow me, Your Excellency the Supervisor. The cultivation tank for the third generation of demonized soldier experimental subjects is over here."

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

"Okay... But Mr. Ogman, I heard that you need to see Mr. Anvis for something?"

After thinking for a moment, Avis simply continued to follow Ogman calmly, preparing to visit what the other party called the "third generation of demonized soldiers" while trying 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 answered his own question.

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency the Supervisor, this is all I can tell you."

The two were silent for the rest of the journey, and soon, three smaller culture tanks appeared in Avis's mental perception.

Just as Ogman said, in Avis's perception, the aura emitted by the demonized soldiers in these three cultivation tanks all reached the seventh-level standard.

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

As disciplines that both change the form of matter, alchemy and magical construction have completely different focuses.

An assembly factory can produce hundreds of finished assembly units in a day and quickly arm an army, but they can only exert low- to medium-level power.

A skilled alchemist can spend a month to successfully refine a seventh-level magic ornament with great power, but there is only one.

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

Because there are not many high-level materials, it is not worth the effort to make a construct, so it is better to use alchemy to maximize the value of the materials. This results in magic constructs usually being made of low- to medium-level materials, and naturally unable to reach high-level.

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

The flesh and blood of high-level monsters prepared with perfect blood is enough to replace the metal material of the construct itself and carry the seventh-level magic power.

When combined with a high-power magic source and various modules with different functions, it becomes a war weapon that everyone has to pay attention to.

The most important thing is that demonized flesh and blood can be cultured 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 manually made by the caster.

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 condition of the third-generation demonized soldier experimental subjects, Avis had nothing else to do and could only say goodbye and leave after Ogman politely said goodbye.

After walking out of Ogman's laboratory, Avis directly entered the core control room of the base with the authority of a supervisor and began to review the base's underlying information monitoring logs.

There is a famous saying in the prediction circle: wherever there is a trace, there will be a trace left.

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 construct spirit.

Resource collection, personnel changes, material loss...

Soon, Avis discovered a detail. Since the Hearthfire Month of the Glorious Year 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 the professionals will still be affected by some of the remaining ripples.

[Purifying Dust] can help professionals purify these cursed fragments so that they can rest normally.

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

That’s great news.

Walking out of the base silently, 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' eyes quickly fell on a dilapidated gray granite pier.

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

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

If the main material world cannot find the problem no matter what, then the other party is most likely in the dream world.

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

The next moment, more raindrops as big as soybeans poured down, and then slid down on the magic layer that protected Avis' body.

He looked up and found that the entire island in the dream world was covered by thick dark clouds, and the light was as dim as night.

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"Do you need any help, my dear stranger?"

A male voice came from behind Avis without any warning.

Avis turned around suddenly and found a large black sailing ship parked behind him. The questions just asked were asked by a crew member on the deck who was wrapped tightly with only two dark yellow eyes showing.

“…”

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

At the end of his sight, the familiar cursed town [Lavanlais] came into view! "Hehe... I'm afraid the rain will continue for a long time. You'd better go to the tavern in the town to take shelter from the rain."

Seeing that Avis had not responded for a long time, the strange crew member sneered and returned to the cabin without paying any more attention to Avis.

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

Avis turned around and saw a homeless man standing at the dock in the rain. But strangely, his facial features were always shrouded in darkness.

"……Yeah?"

Looking at the faceless man, Avis himself was not afraid. His intuition as an eighth-level prophet did not give him any warning, which meant that there was no danger that could threaten him at least in the short term.

Avis, who was skilled and courageous, followed the tramp to the only tavern in the town. He got a strange pale key from the bartender who also had his face covered.

The moment he entered the room, Avis could feel that he seemed to have finally met certain conditions and something began to happen.

On the dark street that seemed like midnight, in the hazy rain curtain, a female figure with a perfect and pale body but a smooth face suddenly emerged from the end of the long street.

At the same time, a long-lost sense of trembling once again enveloped Avis's whole body, as if it were the instinct of a living being facing a higher level of life.

Unable to defeat, unable to defeat, unable to defeat...

Ever since the strange female figure appeared, Avis felt that he could no longer leave this dream freely. It was no longer a luxury to want to escape by returning to the real world.

She began to move closer, but Avis seemed helpless.

Really? In the room, watching the strange existence gradually approaching, Avis suddenly showed a cold smile.

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

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