"not much."

Jim shook his head:

"Many people may never meet such people in their lifetime. It was only by coincidence that I came into contact with the extraordinary world."

"Why hide it?" Barrow was puzzled: "Fear comes from the unknown. If everyone knew that there is a supernatural power in this world, wouldn't it be better?"

"Hey..." Jim chuckled, "I used to think so too."

"But when you have more contact with them, you will understand that the root of some extraordinary powers is evil and chaos. Once leaked, it will lead to the collapse of the existing social order. The Night's Watch is on guard against this."

"This..." Barrow frowned: "The Pantheon is an anti-government organization?"

"Almost." Jim nodded. "The Pantheon exists for two purposes. One is to resurrect the gods, and the other is to find and kill vampires."

"It's been like this for hundreds of years!"

As for how to resurrect the gods and what vampires look like, Jim himself is not clear about it.

He just knew.

The Pantheon and the Blood Alliance are mortal enemies.

Both are dark forces that cannot see the light of day, and the Night's Watch has been suppressing them.

"So, the Night's Watch is stronger?"

Barrow said, "The Blood Alliance and the Pantheon combined are not as good as the Night's Watch?"

"On the contrary." Jim turned around with a strange look in his eyes: "According to my understanding, the Night's Watch is the weakest of the three major forces. They need to use something special to compete with the Temple of the Gods."

"Like Fast City..."

"The Night's Watch only has one third-level expert, while the Pantheon has at least three. The Blood Alliance is unclear."

Barrow's heart sank.

He had come into contact with the Night Watchmen, and the people there gave him a very good impression, so he naturally had some preference for them.

The Pantheon is more like an evil organization that attempts to subvert the existing order.

"Come!"

Jim stopped and pointed at the test chamber in front of him: "This is the latest test progress. You should familiarize yourself with it and assist me as my assistant."

Barrow looked up and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Inside the transparent experimental chamber, there were hamsters, foxes, raccoons and other animals.

They have tubes inserted into their bodies, with dark red liquid flowing through the tubes.

As a scientific researcher, Barrow was well aware that some research required the sacrifice of small animals, and he did not have boring sympathy.

but……

The strange patterns on the bottom of the experimental chamber and the weird symbols on the animals made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

He felt nauseous instinctively! The liquid flowing in the tube seemed to be some kind of blood, which also made him feel familiar.

Hmm? "That blood..."

"your."

Jim said, "Your current task is to place a few tubes of blood for research and analysis every day, and record the data changes of these test subjects."

"rest assured!"

He comforted:

"I have carefully examined your body. Your powerful hematopoietic function can provide a large amount of blood."

Barrow's face turned pale.

He finally understood why he was so weak and the purpose of the several catheters in his body.

He is also a test subject! And the most important test subject.

In the next few days, Barrow performed bloodletting, observed data, and assisted Professor Jim in various experiments.

He thought about resisting.

What can I do?

In addition to Jim, there are two gargoyles with terrifying power who can easily crush him.

There was even one time when Jim was so angry that one of the gargoyles broke his legs.

If it weren't for his special physique, he would have been disabled.

"Bang!"

Looking at the corpse in the test chamber, Jim's face twisted and he clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the table in front of him.

"Why? Why?"

He gritted his teeth and roared:

“The process is exactly the same, so why can’t the experiment be replicated?”

"Professor." Barrow, who was weak due to daily bloodletting, whispered, "Could it be that there is something wrong with the theory?"

"Impossible!" Jim turned around suddenly, his eyes glowing with a strange red light: "If the theory is wrong, how could you appear in front of me?"

If the theory is wrong, everything has to be started from scratch.

Jim certainly wouldn't want to admit it.

"It must be something missing. Perhaps... blood alone is not enough." Jim narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Maybe we can add some organs."

?

Before he could make any move, a gargoyle rushed over and pinned him to the ground.

Jim picked up the scalpel beside him, held Barrow's hand, and cut off a finger with the knife.

"ah!"

Screams were heard.

…………

A few more days passed.

Barrow, with disheveled hair and dull eyes, paced in the laboratory, recording various data in a notebook.

His fingers and toes were mutilated, and there were marks of stitches from surgery on his abdomen and back.

"Bang!"

A little white mouse in the experimental chamber suddenly fell to the ground, and blood and broken meat hit the special bulletproof glass, which also brought Barrow back to his senses.

"Failed again?"

Jim walked over quickly, his face showing annoyance: "What went wrong?"

…………

"You still want to resist?"

Jim, with a distorted face and dark tentacles extending from his back, grabbed Barrow with one hand and threw him to the ground:

"Everything of yours belongs to me, including your body!"

"Don't even think about leaving here until the experiment comes to fruition!"

"Bang!"

The tentacles wrapped around Barrow and threw him into a test chamber filled with unknown liquid, just like a lab mouse.

* * * Seton Hotel.

The most prosperous hotel in Fast City and one of the most famous hotels in the Federation, it belongs to a consortium that is no less powerful than the Billiton Group.

Top floor.

The night breeze is blowing.

Under the guidance of the service staff, Carl came to a location near the fence, pulled over a chair and sat down.

There's already someone waiting on the other side.

Le Miller, with blond hair, blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, heroic and divine, raised the wine glass in his hand to signal:

"Old friend, we meet again."

"yes!"

Karl sat down, sighed and said, "I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. I never thought that the once insignificant messenger would become a god."

That’s right!

The former angel Remuel is now a god!

A fifth-order middle god!

However, in Carl's perception, the godhead, divinity, and divine fire in Remiller's body were in a certain unstable state.

"Heh..." Remiele's eyes were indifferent. He took a sip of wine and said lightly:

“I just received the gift from the Lord.”

"But you..."

"Mysterious wizard, you always surprise me every time I see you, and it's the same now."

"What happened back then?" Carl smiled and changed the subject: "Where did the gods go?"

"I should ask you this." Remire's eyes were deep:

"The God-killing Spear was given to me by you."

"The God-killing Spear can kill gods, but it can't do it to the extent it has now." Carl said, "There must be something else happening."

The corners of Remiel's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't intend to answer.

In the dark clouds.

The 'black wizard' Abbott cast an invisibility spell and approached the top floor of the hotel with a staff in hand.

"There is no way. That residence is a secret base of the Temple of the Gods. It is impossible to sell it to outsiders."

"Since there is no way to convince Norma, I can only turn to you."

'Professor Carl!'

Whispering in his heart, he slowly approached the target, and just as he was about to take action, Abbott saw Carl's figure opposite him.

His movements froze, and there was confusion in his eyes.

“Oh Lord!”

"Is that you?"

“Why would someone look so much like you?”

His lips trembled and he even had trouble holding the staff in his hand.

(End of this chapter)