Chapter 75

"In that case, please experience for yourself the feeling of being immersed in a great cause..."

Jeff was stunned. He suspected that his mind was not clear from continuous work. Otherwise, how could he hear such words? What does it mean to be immersed in great achievements?

His gaze unconsciously shifted towards the thick green smoke that was spreading wantonly in the glass partition - it was not stable, and under the stimulation of the holy medicine that had been improved for who knows how many generations, it looked even more turbid. Just by looking at it, one could seem to imagine the unspeakable filth in it.

He turned his gaze back to Lan Nuo. His eyes, standing under the light, did not appear soft and hazy because of the cold light of the laboratory, but rather became sharper and colder. In his eyes, as dark as the night, there was bright malice and sarcasm.

It seems that what he said was not such an extremely offensive word, but a simple sentence: "Have you eaten today?"

For a moment, Jeff didn't know how to react.

Jiang Zhulang didn't care about his reaction. He skillfully wrapped himself and Luo Xiya in a bubble, isolating them from the outside air. Then, he shattered the glass between the experimental subject and the researcher.

The newly brewed Oita potion was quickly kicked over by Roshia. The green smoke that was already ready to move was stimulated and filled the entire room in the blink of an eye, leaving no one a chance to defend themselves.

"?! You... ugh!"

Hearing the loud noise, everyone in the laboratory looked towards the source of the sound reflexively, their eyes widened.

No one understands the power of the mysterious green smoke better than them.

Those who had always looked down upon the experimental subjects who were deceived and captured with a sense of superiority, suddenly became the objects of the gaze.

The person closest to the door pushed it open in panic, but the door was locked by Roshia who was prepared.

He missed the chance to push the door open, and there will never be another chance.

Through the huge translucent light curtain above the city of Nadine, they inhaled the green smoke spores before they could use arcane defenses. The miserable appearance of them being mutated beyond human form was deeply imprinted in the minds of the crowd.

——Not everyone can survive after inhaling it, if losing one's mind and true human nature, and becoming a monster with only killing and eating in one's mind can be called alive.

Only a few people were still able to move, while the rest, whose physical condition was not strong enough, turned into blood mist on the spot and merged into the green smoke.

Jiang Zhulang's mood was a bit complicated. The glass wall that was separated by the strange green smoke that could be fatal even with a little bit of it was so fragile that a light gas bomb could break it. However, so many people came and went in the laboratory, and no one had ever doubted its safety, as if they were sure that it would not break.

At the same time, the people who brought great crisis to the mainland can be eliminated so easily...

The tug at his sleeves brought Jiang Zhulang back to his senses. He stared at the location of the live broadcast bead. His face was blurred by the arcane aura and the increasingly dense green smoke. He said, "Is this what you want? A way to gain power that does not belong to you?"

The pus-filled, half-melted humanoid monsters that Jeff and his companions transformed into rushed towards him and Roshia. Before he could make a move, Roshia, holding a weapon, punched several large holes in their bodies.

While they were screaming and wailing in pain, Jiang Zhulang pulled Luo Xia up, unlocked the door and went out.

The action of opening and closing the door, no matter how fast, would inevitably bring out some wisps of smoke, which immediately entangled the air masses around Jiang Zhulang and Luo Xia, corroding them to become several layers thinner.

Jiang Zhulang increased the output of arcane magic and "renewed" the fees for the two people in time.

The two men hurried forward to liberate the prisoners.

"Bang--"

The image beads were affected by the violent force and exploded into pieces. Before the picture disappeared, thousands of miles away in Nadine City, the crowd silently watched the few people locked in the room, who were injured and killed each other, with blood foam flying everywhere.

Silence, a long silence. Even Cross and Martin, who had already known about Jiang Zhulang's plan, were in a heavy mood and said nothing.

Is this the way we want, to increase our power, to even allow those without talent to become sorcerers...? At the cost of becoming so ugly and inhumane.

The nobles who were originally tempted by this lowered their heads in thought.

Not to mention whether they are willing to let themselves or their family members and descendants take this kind of thing, even if they use this method to create an army of violent mutants, can they really control it?

not necessarily.

The nobles who were able to have a seat on the podium at the main celebration venue were not fools. They were shrewd, greedy, power-hungry, and eager to gain more power, but at the same time, they were also very cautious.

Just from the content displayed on the light screen, it can be seen that the mysterious green smoke is extremely unstable. If you are not careful, it may release a monster with an astonishingly strong transmission speed. If you are not careful, not to mention power, the entire clan will be killed.

On this day when the whole mainland is paying attention to and celebrating the birthday of the gods, most people are opposed and hostile to the people in the laboratory who are disregarding human lives.

How could the nobles who set up the almshouses, who always cared about their reputation and pretended to be kind and generous even if they looked down on and hated the common people in private, ignore public opinion and insist on continuing this taboo experiment?

If anyone is tempted by this, before the people even object, his competitors and hostile forces will rush over and bite him like vicious dogs smelling meat, and under the guise of righteous judgment, they will start to seize the industries they have been eyeing covetously.

What's more, nine out of ten people present here are born noble. They have inherited the blood and talents from their parents' families. They are originally more noble sorcerers. Is it worth it to damage the existing interests for the sake of a few unfortunate people who cannot activate their blood?

——Not worth it.

The nobles' thoughts raced, and eight hundred thoughts flashed through their eyes. The common people present had simpler thoughts:

Fortunately, there were kind-hearted people who destroyed this evil experiment. Otherwise, wouldn’t they and their children, who could have become the pride of their family and village, have been captured like pigs to be slaughtered and become stepping stones on the road to the experiment?

Even if the final result of this experiment is really as that so-and-so man said, and can make ordinary people like them become sorcerers, so what? Could it be that these "commoner sorcerers" can be more noble than those "noble sorcerers"?

If not, what impact would it have on their lives whether they became sorcerers or not? Class was an insurmountable mountain pressing down on them. People at the bottom of the mountain were not prepared to risk their own lives and the lives of those around them to fight for an unchanging future.

They knew clearly that even if the research was successful, they would not be able to use it. The first to enjoy it would be the nobles who could not activate their bloodline. When the results were lucky enough to flow into their class, they would be required to pay a huge amount of money, which was a high price that they could only pay after a lifetime of hard work or even by squeezing their ancestors for three generations.

If you can't get something and it will hurt you, it's better to destroy it.

——At this moment, no matter whether it is the nobles who have no worries about food and drink, or the busy common people, their thoughts are so unified.

Then, the crowd, having come to their senses, burst into thunderous cheers, and the orchestra, which had been enjoying the show for a long time, spontaneously played joyous music of celebration, which was even more enthusiastic than celebrating a victory.

Dada's face flushed, and she threw herself into Martin's arms excitedly, and the two of them shouted and jumped. Martin tried to pull Cross to join the carnival, but he pushed him away in disgust.

Closmosseau held the photo-taking bead in his palm and looked up at the sky filled with sunlight, wondering what he was thinking.

After the episode, the Wanling Celebration officially began, and everything that happened at the celebration was sent to all parts of the mainland by thousands of flying messaging pigeons.

After sending away the last imprisoned child who was kneeling and kowtowing in gratitude, Jiang Zhulang and Luo Xia took out the giant green crystal stone door they had prepared in advance, and surrounded it layer by layer. With the help of Luo Xia's own alchemy tools, they destroyed all the experimental records and isolated the green smoke underground.

Looking at his friend who looked relaxed, Roshia asked, "Do you think that one day, many years later, someone will secretly come to this ruins and want to restart this experiment?"

Jiang Zhulang replied: "Maybe. It has shocked those who have different ideas, but people are forgetful, and greedy people are even worse. This shock is only temporary."

"Then we have worked in vain, haven't we? You and I both know that these spores, which have absorbed countless amounts of flesh and blood, cannot be eliminated at all. They can only be locked in a closed space. If someone releases them later... there are always smart people. There is no reason why others can't come up with the potion formula that we can come up with."

Jiang Zhulang smiled and said, "Yeah, so, as long as there is a safer way to activate the blood talent, why would anyone want to restart it when it is unstable?"

Luo Xiya tilted his head: "You mean..."

"Microstar." Jiang Zhulang turned around, stood in front of him, and looked up at him. "The most genius invention on the Nidos continent, made by the most genius alchemist in front of me, 'Microstar', isn't it the better solution?"

His expression was one of pride and arrogance. His eyes, as quiet as the night, were filled with tiny stars, shining brightly, and there were also some complex emotions that Roshia could not distinguish.

I always feel that Lan Nuo's eyes just now were like looking at a child who has learned to walk...

Bathed in such a subtle look of "My child is so great!", Luo Xia blushed and the hot steam almost steamed him.

What, what? The most brilliant invention, the most brilliant alchemy master... How can he bear such a title?

What's more, if MSI didn't have Lan Nuo's advice, how could it have been done so smoothly?

Luo Xiya hesitated and said, "I can't afford it... This is too arrogant."

Jiang Zhulang shook his head: "No, of course my Roshia can afford it. Besides you, who else can make an alchemy tool that is safe, has no side effects, and activates blood painlessly? Who else can make a recording bead that plays images and audio in real time in such a short time? Not to mention, the pile of offensive weapons in your storage ring that are more powerful than arcane talent."

Jiang Zhulang clapped his hands excitedly: "Well, in this case, Luo Xiya, you are an all-round hexagonal warrior!"

After he finished speaking, Roshia's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp, and his mind was full of thoughts:

So, am I so powerful in Lannuo's eyes?