Thomas Moreau raised his hand again, and the palm of his hand began to fluctuate with magical fluctuations of petrification magic: "I am Thomas Moreau. On the 18th of the month of Joel, I am here to launch the biggest plan of my life. It is much greater than my research so far, because this is a research that is closely related to me, and it is related to me and my son..."

No! It doesn't work! This guy is starting to endorse again!

Lann thought quickly and shouted the second sentence angrily: "Damn Moreu, I am a demon hunter!"

Thomas Moreau remained unmoved: "When I was young, I was attacked by a monster in the forest. A demon hunter came to my aid. At that time, I didn't know that the price of his saving me would be my son's future. The day the demon hunter took my son away, I swore to restore my son to his original state..."

It is no use using hatred to disturb Thomas Moreau's mind. At this moment, the light in his hand has solidified, and he is about to cast a spell!

There is only enough time to say one last sentence. This is the last chance and it is really a last resort!

Lann called out affectionately: "Father, I am Jeroen!"

In an instant, the wind pressure covering Lan's whole body suddenly dissipated, and Lan, who was pressed against the wall like a painting, fell heavily to the ground. The thick armor on his body hit the ground with a crisp "clang" sound.

The rigid magical fluctuations on Thomas Moreau's hands slowly dissipated. He widened his eyes, one in the eye socket and the other outside it, and his incomplete brain was working with difficulty.

"Jeroen?"

Lann raised his hands high under his scrutinizing gaze and approached little by little with awkward steps, stepping on one magic prop after another like stepping stones.

These magic items only need to make partial contact with the body, and the system can determine whether they are the source of magic power, even if they are just stepped on.

[Discover the source of magic]

Found it!

Lann stopped and absorbed!

A surge of magical power suddenly surged into his body.

Thomas Moreau began to think with difficulty. If he was in the form of a demon spirit at this time, he might not be deceived, but unfortunately this corrupt warlock's body, while giving him magical abilities, also restricted his thinking.

"No...Jeroen has brown hair and eyes like me, and you..."

The blond Lann explained seriously: "It doesn't matter. This is the mutation caused by your experiment! Although the mutation changed my hair color and pupils, it also reversed my demon hunter characteristics. I am now human again!"

He shouted in a voice that was almost like reciting a poem: "Father! Your experiment was successful!"

Lann felt that the process of magic power flowing into his body had ended, and the system sounded a prompt at the right time.

[Skill Point +1]

Bring up the system panel, add points, add [Whirling Sword Dance]!

[Whirling Sword Dance]: Use the weapon in your hand to launch a spinning attack on all nearby enemies. Continuing the whirling sword dance consumes one or more of all energies including physical strength, adrenaline, and magic power. The energy consumption will decrease with the skill level (1/5).

Strength surged up. This was the improvement of the [Combat] category skill on physical fitness. The increase of the third-level skill was far beyond the previous one, which made Lan's physical fitness officially take a big step away from ordinary people!

On the other side, Thomas Moreau looked at Lann and thought for a while, then suddenly turned back.

At the very center of all the glass culture chambers in the room, there is a huge container made of metal that is obviously of higher technological content. Judging from the sheen on the surface, it is made of at least a variety of metals including copper, anti-magic gold, and meteoric iron.

Densely packed metal tubes were connected to it, and through a palm-sized transparent observation window on the surface of the container, one could see a brown-haired man soaking in a dark mutant mixed culture fluid with a painful expression, struggling slightly as if he were haunted by a nightmare.

"No, Geron... over there!"

Thomas Moreau finally realized that something was wrong. He turned around and saw Lann rushing towards him with a lion-headed silver sword in his hand. He would be close to him in three more steps!

A dark blue protective shield was immediately erected. Thomas Moreau hid behind it and began to skillfully control the chaotic energy in the air. The waves of magic gathered in mid-air again.

At the same time, a magic-blocking gold bomb exploded in mid-air, and the green debris brought up bursts of static electricity in the air, like sharp blades piercing through the magic protective shield.

With a "whoosh", a hurricane hit the laboratory again. The magic-blocking gold fragments in the air were swept away powerlessly, and lightning crackled everywhere.

Lan rolled out in the storm and lightning, as if all he saw was a breeze blowing on his face.

Thomas Moreau raised his hand again, and Lann did the same. The two were only one step away from each other, one holding a magical wave, and the other holding an alchemical bomb with the pin pulled out.

This is the last [Magic-blocking Gold Bomb].

"My 'father' is not something you can bear so easily. Now try this!"

The magic-blocking gold bomb exploded almost in his face, instantly covering Thomas Moreau's entire body, destroying the magic he was preparing.

Even more debris was sucked into his body, causing this body that carried a large amount of magical energy to suddenly become heavy and blocked.

Thomas Moreau coughed violently, his decayed body dropping pieces of flesh and bones. He fluttered his arms and legs, as if trying to clear the forbidden magic area that was causing him to struggle.

Naturally, Lan would not let go of the fighter plane he had created with great difficulty. He raised the lion-headed silver sword and used a strong wind to cut through the green smoke, splitting Thomas Moreau's body in half from head to toe!

Then, he continued his charge forward, like a galloping armored calf, and vented all the force of the impact on the tattered body in front of him.

"Crash", a foul-smelling blood rain splashed all over the sky, and an illusory figure in a tattered robe crawled out from it, and immediately blurred his figure and hid himself.

Thomas Moreau lost his physical body and finally faced the enemy as a demon spirit.

At this moment, Lann had just stabilized his body from the downward attack and took out [Moon Dust], but lost his target on the enemy.

The green figure appeared and disappeared in the room from time to time. The demon-like monsters also had the innate ability to flash short distances, which made Lan En even more unable to grasp the opponent's figure.

There are only two pieces of [Moon Dust] left. We must not attack rashly without complete confidence.

Lan took a deep breath. He remembered that the most old-fashioned way to deal with this kind of flash and virtual type was to seize the moment when the opponent attacked and counterattack.

Fortunately, the attacks of demons and spirits are mostly materialized physical attacks. As a research scholar-type warlock, Thomas Moreau should not be very familiar with them, right?

In the room, an empty voice began to echo:

"Lann Lannister Rayanlon! How dare you destroy my body! Invade my laboratory, destroy my experiments, and destroy my body! I will sew your body tissue with the water ghost's, and I will make sure you go through all the mutation processes soberly! Watch your body collapse with your own eyes while screaming!"

After getting rid of his body, Thomas Moreau, who was in spirit form, became much more awake and his speech became more coherent.

The voices came from all directions, making it impossible for Lan to determine the other party's position. He chuckled and said, "Dear 'father', how can you continue to do experiments without a body? Why don't you just give up? If you haven't fulfilled your dream until your death, it means you don't have the ability. Don't continue to struggle after death. It's better to let your son be free earlier.

Oh, by the way, did you hide what you did to your son from your wife? What's her name? Is it - dear Lydia?"

"Shut up, Lannister! You have no idea of ​​my love for them!"

A ball of green phosphorus ignited beside Lann, which was the instant movement of the demon spirit. Thomas Moreau emerged from the flames in an instant, and his claws rubbed out a series of sparks on Lann's armor.

The force of this grab was so great that Lann felt his armor was a little deflated, and he could clearly feel the uncomfortable feeling of being squeezed by the deformed metal on one side of his body.

Lan En was about to pull out the pin of [Moon Dust], but the opponent's figure disappeared again. The speed of the demon spirit was so fast that Lan En couldn't react. This time, he seemed to have become the boss that was killed by the player, waiting for him to be killed by the player.

"Turtle shell... but it's not that hard." An old voice came from the air, and the marks on the armor hinted at the opponent's strength.

Professor Thomas Moreau may not be good at close combat, but the "demon spirit" Thomas Moreau is not necessarily. Even if he does not understand the art of weapons, he has the power of a monster body.

Lan's heart raced. It was unrealistic to counterattack at the moment of the opponent's attack, and his reaction could not keep up. He had to find a way to actively lure the opponent out.

Lan thought for a moment, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Molu! Is your love for your son to lock him in a cage and do experiments on him for hundreds of years? What kind of love is this! Wouldn't it be better to free him as soon as possible!"

After shouting, Lan was ready for battle, with his left thumb already passed through the pull ring.

Unfortunately, Thomas Moreau, who was in the demon spirit state, was no longer so easily fooled, and provocation did not work on him.

The only sounds in the empty room were Lan's own breathing and the operation of the various culture chambers.

It seems that it is not enough to just talk about it. Lann looked back. He had followed Thomas Moreau's line of sight and saw the all-metal advanced training chamber.

The man inside is Jeroen Moreau, the demon hunter who had been tortured by mutation experiments for hundreds of years and the source of Tomos Moreau's obsession to become a demon!

"Since you don't want to." Lan En chuckled, "Let me help you."

Lann suddenly ran towards the metal incubator, pointing his sword forward.

"stop!"

A sharp scream that shattered the glass was heard, and this finally hit Thomas Moreau's weak spot, making him unable to ignore it.