Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 318

The military direction of Alabastan did not have the habit of restraining corpses. The corpses torn by fierce gunfire are equivalent to the ruins of buildings. The fragmented corpses are not worth putting together, but will soon be submerged by the flowing desert. .

The vast yellow sand billows is an inexhaustible cemetery. The dried up limbs and broken arms are buried by quicksand, and occasionally some jagged corpses stubbornly stick out half of their bodies, and the rotten and wrinkled corpses are hung with air-dried cloth strips. The foraging poisonous insects and scorpions climbed and gnawed like they were exploring the map, making a sour sound.

Rustling…

The gnawing poisonous insects stopped suddenly, their ugly abdominal eyes mirrored the flowing sand sea, and then they fell from the corpse onto the sand and crawled away in a panic, densely vibrating carapace wings and the sound of the kind that came from the desert. The sound from below resonates…

Rustling…hissing…

The sound became louder and louder, the alarming scalp tingling sound filled with cold malice, and the dark yellow sand surface was strangely wrinkled and chapped, like a dry wrinkled tree bark from under the desert. Slowly drilled and revealed, countless filigree threads pierced through the flesh of the corpse exposed on the battlefield, and swept away the poisonous insects and scorpions that flee for food.

Under the dark night sky, it was quiet and cold, and the horror that no one could see seemed to be a full hiccup. He sat back to the bottom of the desert with satisfaction, and the rancid and bloody smell of the entire battlefield was swept away.

The silence is terrible!

Deep in the thick desert, the tentacles of countless thick knotted silk threads are like old trees. The interlaced roots firmly hold the rock formation at the bottom of the sand. Below the rock formation is a huge labyrinth that is constantly expanding and extending. , As if the never-ending dark lair swallowed everything all the time.

In the dark, he was a height of close to 3 meters, with lush long black hair extending all the way to the heel. His pupils were dyed jet black, without any whiteness of the eyes, and there was a jet black birthmark on the skin exposed at the neck. , There was an inexplicable breath all over his body, as if the flow of air around him was faster than elsewhere, and the black hair on his heel was shaken by the air.

The second brood-guardian of the pyramid: the accelerator.

While walking quietly, the surrounding silk threads were like a “hissing” sound like chicken blood, swallowing the dragged corpses and decomposing them into nutrients, which were continuously transported back to the base of the pyramid.

The ticked nutrients are like faucets that open the gate one by one, poured into the biochemical pond and then absorbed and consumed by the brood at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several catheters connected with precision instruments on the top of the biochemical pool are inserted into the superficial layer of the biochemical pool, and a part of the biochemical liquid is extracted as a shunt and transported to the experimental table in the center. The experimental table is the transformation of a chest that has been dissected and opened. Various probes are inserted into the body, and the physiological data indicated by various radio waves are observed and recorded on a nearby instrument.

Surrounding the experimental platform are Kuleha with his hair draped in excitement and Adams with his electronic eyes violently flickering. They each hold a notebook in their hands, and they are crazily recording and analyzing the data presented by various experiments, and then put them down at the same time. The notebook picks up the experimental equipment.

“The 27th experiment of the biochemical fluid value and the rust insect culture chamber continues to move forward!”

At the same time as the voice fell, Kuleha held a scalpel to cut off the heart valve of the subject exposed to the field of vision precisely like lightning, while Adams’ mechanical arm on the other side steadily responded, referring to the head like an injected probe penetrating it. To the depths of the heart valve, a piece of rustworm liquid composed of nanoparticles is injected and pushed in.

“Push in!”

Kuleha, which has been prepared for a long time, quickly sutures the tissue of the heart valve like a needle and thread, and the stitches are perfectly aligned. The seemingly simple operation can actually disassemble the heart so quickly and accurately without error and suture in a short time. The ability of people who can accomplish this in this world may be counted with one hand.

And almost at the moment when Kuleha took out the stitches, Adams’ mechanical fingers were almost connected into an afterimage, and countless fine metal probes adhered to the blood vessel tissue of the heart in a circle.

Didi Didi…

The rapid alarm sounded from the observation instrument, the transformant under deep anesthesia on the experimental platform began to convulse violently, and the heart was stained with iron-like rust as if it were contaminated. This must be replaced by ordinary people. Dead, but the transformant modified by the brood has long been beyond the concept of simple carbon-based life. Although strong stress rejection still occurs, the indicators representing life movement are still tenacious. Resisted.

“It is estimated that after 17 minutes, the heart rate will stop beating first.”

Adams glanced at the graph of heart rate beating and frowned. Kureiha also glanced diagonally and then looked back at the heart wrapped in “iron slurry”. Those creeping rusty water seeped out from the heart’s flesh membrane. , And the entire heart is beating violently, like a fast-running pump pumping blood to all parts of the body. Naturally, those rustworms that are rapidly dividing and reproducing are transported together.

“Inject biochemical fluid!”

Adams was talking while pressing the button of the next instrument. Some of the biochemical fluid that had been drawn was injected along the catheter. After a few breaths, the transformant stopped convulsing, and the values ​​representing vital signs gradually returned to normal. The heart that came into the field of vision turned into a cluster of silver-black sarcoma.

The black one is the transformed silk thread tissue, and the silver one is the parasitic nano rust insect.

“Stabilized.”

Adams breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, this kind of biochemical solution with high concentration of activity has incredible effects. The only pity is that the amount of biochemical solution that they can be allowed to extract is fixed every day, about the capacity of a 500ml beaker. Once this amount is exceeded, several transformants standing next to the biochemical pool will immediately turn off the switch of the extraction conduit.

And this 500ml he and Kulehade were equally divided. On the one hand, it was applied to the rust insect culture chamber experiment, and on the other hand, it was diluted for various experiments, or for observation and analysis.

Observed by experiments during this period of time, his and Kuleha’s conclusions on this biochemical fluid are still in an unusually superficial answer-an active fluid with a high polymer concentration.

“You are working together more and more tacitly. This is a good thing. It seems that the experiment is advancing.” Yarlin, who has been watching silently by the side, gently patted his palm, the progress bar and value on the retina rose wildly. With undisguised joy on his face, the accelerator had already controlled the extended radius of the brood to reach a fresh battlefield.