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[Heaven] The inherent purification and devouring ability can be called a pollution killer. The body of the forest giant is like a half-melted cheesecake, flowing freely on the ground.

The profiteer took advantage of the forest giant's carelessness and slipped into his eye sockets. Two balls of light floated in the depths, and when they sensed outsiders approaching, they immediately wanted to fly away.

As if smelling the alluring scent of treasure, the black-robed merchant was overjoyed, and the paint on his mask uncontrollably changed into the shape of coins. He grabbed the two balls of light, and the small tree and human hands inside struggled for a moment, but finally calmed down unwillingly.

In his vision, the words written on these two objects were unbelievable. The former was the remaining divinity of the [Green Mist Tree], and the latter was the remains of the [Mother Earth Goddess], and the price was unbelievably high.

If all the money was embezzled, the vest's strength would definitely make a qualitative leap. The profiteer wiped the non-existent saliva and chose to give up with great reluctance.

He has countless ways to make himself stronger, there is no need to fight with the Noble Association for this divine corpse. It is inevitable to start the [Black Mist Counterattack Plan], he can't lose the big picture for the sake of the small.

With some regret, the profiteer returned to the crowd and took out the hand. In the surprised eyes of the family owners, he said: "This is the divine corpse."

Divine corpse!

Everyone here had received the task of finding the God's Remains, and they were stunned by the surprise. They did not have the slightest doubt: if the profiteers could not identify it, they would not have thought that the God's Remains actually existed even if they were placed in front of them.

"With it, the Speaker's injury can be healed."

The old priest also said, "If the Speaker of the Parliament can recover from his injury, we will have a new trump card. His Holiness the Pope will definitely be very happy."

"That would be great."

The black-robed merchant's mask outlined a smile: "Congratulations, everyone! According to the contract, I have received the payment. Next, I will escort you back."

After hearing these words, the family heads, whose faces were originally beaming, felt as if they could not breathe.

If they meet a dishonest businessman, their wallet will be at least half empty. Now they are a little afraid to look directly at that smiling mask. But what can they do? They paid the money and agreed to the transaction. If they encounter the same situation again, the family heads will still grit their teeth and spend a lot of money.

As long as you can defeat a few more SSS-level monsters, I'll give you my life, not to mention money!

The profiteer didn't want their lives, he just wanted them to make more money for him, so he personally sent these precious treasures back to the western border.

He made a vague movement in the air and opened the portal for the return trip. Just as Aurelius was about to go in, he suddenly remembered something: "Wait, we still need to bring some people with us."

The family heads looked at him in confusion, and the red-haired young man explained, "I met a member of the Black Mist Expedition Team named Ricks in the forest of the Green Mist Tree. He said his companions were hiding nearby."

Hearing that name, the three family heads showed a look of realization on their faces: "You must be that kid's subordinate. Their team did accept the mission to investigate the black fog in depth. They didn't expect to run into you."

"Weren't they caught by an S-class monster last time? Isn't it dangerous to investigate an SSS-class monster this time?"

"That's true, but Ricks's situation is rather special. If he's the only one there, there won't be any problem. Mr. Profiteer, could you please help me find it?"

The profiteer readily agreed. After searching for a while, the group found the dusty Rex behind a small sand dune.

When he saw several people coming to find him, he suddenly burst into tears.

"You guys finally came to find me! I thought I was going to be forgotten here and had to run back with my teammates!"

The red-haired young man who almost forgot about him looked away: "Hey, where are your companions?"

"They are hiding farther away and are more likely to be found here."

Led by Ricks, they dug out the other members of the expedition team from underground.

In order to avoid being discovered, these people used their blood power to create an underground empty shell, breathing through tubes, and injected a drug that could hibernate for a long time, and buried themselves underground.

One of the bloodline members who can take a long breath stays awake, observing the surrounding situation from time to time and changing positions to ensure the survival of the team.

With the help of drugs, this team can be called experts in surviving in a desperate situation. After being dug out, these people greeted Ricks calmly, and it seemed that they had been buried many times when they were forming a team.

At this point everyone gathered together, and Ricks urged everyone to leave as soon as possible. Once other monsters were attracted, it would be difficult to leave.

The profiteer took one last look at the wasteland and stepped into the black hole. As the entrance to the teleportation hole disappeared, the hidden aura leaked out without any cover.

The monsters in the depths of the wasteland approached timidly, and when they found that the owner of this place was dead, they immediately began to bite the remains fiercely. They fought and devoured each other, and each time they swallowed a piece of the remains of the forest giant, they became stronger. When they reached a certain limit, they began to collapse and became food for other monsters.

An extremely strong pressure suddenly descended from the sky, and the monsters huddled together in fear like chickens encountering a natural enemy. The visitor's eyes circled around here, and then he said softly, "Huh?"

He crushed countless monsters with ease and landed on the remains of the forest giant, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Such a familiar aura, I didn't expect to encounter it here... hehe..."

The wind blew from the depths of the black fog, and the figure of the person who came disappeared.

Long after he left, the trembling monsters were still crawling on the ground, not daring to get up.

......

Deep in the fog, Margarita's laboratory.

This is the largest laboratory under the name of the female researcher, which provides a steady supply of experimental subjects for the Black Mist believers. Normally, only researchers wearing black robes would appear here. But during this period of time, another group of people appeared in the laboratory.

They looked thin and ordinary, and could be used as craftsmen with just a hammer and an axe. Strangely, the original researchers in the laboratory did not have any objection to their appearance. The two sides exchanged the results of the experiments with each other and had a great time.

Occasionally, someone would carefully look at the door. There stood a silent young man. His skin was as pale as a corpse, covered with fine scales. If he walked on the street, people would definitely stay away from him.

Amon stared at the door, as if waiting for something. No one could guess his mood from his expression, and even if the Garcia family saw him again, they would not recognize his identity.

Looking down, the young man's right leg is a little out of balance. If you lift up his pants, you will find that it is a dragon leg covered with scales.

From the moment he woke up, this once arrogant man never smiled again. He completely lost his qualifications as a human being and became a fallen mutant.

A familiar breath came from outside. The person had white wings on his back and a gentle temperament. There were still traces of burns on his body, and his pair of smiling emerald green eyes were conspicuous. Seeing his brother waiting for him, the smile on Ai Bo's face became more real.

"Welcome back, how are things going in the Black Zone?"

"I've taken care of it. The guy will suddenly die in the next few days."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Facing Abbott's usual gentle attitude, Emon was as cold as ice. He sighed and said distressedly: "Emon, are you still resentful about your death because of me?"

Amon's pupils moved slightly as he heard the other party's next words.

"I'm sorry, if you don't like it, I won't do it this way next time. You are my most precious brother, and the task of sending you to die can be left to others. If this body doesn't like it, I can replace it with a new one. The whole laboratory is yours to choose from."

His heart beat briefly and then died again. Eamon said expressionlessly, "I don't have anything to say."

"Do you really want to be a human? Humans are fragile and there is nothing good about them."

Aibo's voice is as sweet as honey.

"Once you get used to being a mutant, you'll find that it's much better than being a human. You can walk freely in the black mist without being viewed hostile by monsters. You have great strength and a long life. Isn't that great?"

Amon said nothing, letting the other party talk on and on. After a long while, a senior researcher came over and carefully interrupted their conversation.

"Master Aibo, have you seen Lady Margarita? We have some research issues that need to be reported. I just contacted her through the teleportation array, but Lady Margarita did not respond."

As the most important laboratory, a teleportation array was built here and the forest where the [Green Mist Tree] was located for easy travel. Margarita had brought this person to visit the laboratory before, and they all knew that the other party was a Black Mist believer with extremely high authority.

The young man gave him a smile, which made him feel trustful.

"You can report to me first. Margarita has handed the matters here to me. I will handle the rest after she returns from His Majesty the Blue Mist Tree."

The researcher suddenly realized: "It should be because of the recent sacrifice. I understand. May I ask how long it will take for Lady Margarita to return?"

"She will return after confirming the offerings with His Majesty. She has received His Majesty's blessing and will not return to the outside world during this period of time."

The explanation was convincing and the researcher calmed down and reported seriously: "Please follow me, sir, we have made new progress in our research."

He led the two into the laboratory and came to the two largest green cocoons at the end of the laboratory. Under his command, the two green cocoons merged into one, and a liquid flowed into them. Under its effect, the creatures in the cocoons wailed and began to merge.

"The laboratory at the edge of the black fog was previously lost, and a very important experiment was lost. However, we studied his data and produced a kind of fluid. This fluid can accelerate the fusion of humans and monsters, although it lacks rationality. Fortunately, the success rate is very high."

As he introduced it, the creature in the green cocoon completed its integration. She had transparent wings on her back, antennae on her forehead, and a bee tail on her lower body. She looked like a sleeping queen bee, with her chest rising and falling quietly. Her smooth body was printed with black patterns, perfectly combining animality and humanity, giving the viewer a pleasing feeling.

"This is a young bloodline that merged with the Mad Bee. Its spirit has been destroyed by the monster. We have retained its strong physical qualities and extracted its blood to make an infection agent, which can also greatly promote the degree of human mutation. As long as we continue to study, I believe we can cultivate the best perfect mutants. They will be the direction of future human evolution."

Ai Bo nodded. "Well done. How's the situation with the craftsmen?"

When talking about his temporary ally, the researcher's eyes lit up and he was full of praise.

"If our research directions were not different, I would definitely go and learn from them! They are producing more forbidden pollutants. The Sage is an extremely outstanding researcher. I can't believe how he came up with the topic of activating non-living things."

The young man shook his head slightly. "It is not the right way to reproduce with two forbidden pollutants. The pollution in them will continue to decrease in the process, and the offspring will never be able to surpass the ancestors."

"We provided a large amount of experimental waste to replenish the energy of the pollutants, and began to try to fuse them, hoping to complete the "Final Thing" project. The production of the device is constantly expanding, and we want to combine the two sides to achieve the commonality, linkage, and systematization of research results."

The researcher talked endlessly about his expertise, and the boring content made people want to doze off. Ai Bo listened with a "hmm" and an extremely sincere attitude, and no one could find fault with him.

"I will convey your contributions to Ms. Margarita. I'll leave the follow-up research to you."

"You're kidding. This is our duty."

After presenting his research results and receiving praise and promises, the researcher bowed to Ai Bo with great satisfaction and returned to his post.

Aibo looked around. Margarita particularly liked the underground space. Under the bright lanterns, the researchers were busy, unaware that their master was dead. They were like a group of captive honey bees, happy and unaware of the dangers of the outside world.

With the protection of the Green Mist Tree, Margarita built her own laboratory like a steel wall and an iron fortress. She did her best to provide the best research environment for the researchers, which won their respect, but also made them lose the most important quality: vigilance.

If it was him...

Aibo moved his fingertips, releasing countless tiny flying insects. These dancing insects sneaked into the ears of the Black Mist followers without anyone noticing, subtly changing their thinking.

Unlike the dancing bugs that traded with profiteers at that time, these dancing bugs will not die. They will always live in the brains of their hosts and control their thoughts. These people will gradually become puppets, and when they find out, they can only bow down to the young man.

If it were him, he wouldn't need anything beyond his control.

So it would be best if these things belonged to him safely.

Amon felt a chill run down his spine. His brother had just revealed the most insane scene to him. But now Amon was too weak to leave him.

Being a mutant is synonymous with being a monster, so who would help him? Eamon Garcia is already dead, and the ones standing here are just the accomplices of the Black Mist followers. This is their conspiracy to resurrect him.

The young man felt a deep sense of powerlessness. How foolish was he to think that the other person was a terrible but kind brother?

Amidst his thoughts, Ai Bo turned his head to look at his brother. He was not handsome, but his facial features were well-proportioned. When he stared at someone, it was like a gentle spring breeze that looked deep into the other person's heart. But his words were lingering and soft, like the fangs of a snake dripping with poison.

"Don't be afraid of me, Eamon. You were the one who asked me to eat you. You are mine, skin and bones. You are different from these guys, and I will not harm you."

“…”

The young man looked at him as if he was looking at a madman. Ai Bo pursed his lips and smiled, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or false. He spoke sweet words one second and pushed the other person to death the next. He was crazier than a madman.