Chapter 440

"Language collection and translation complete. Do you accept?"

A prompt came from his personal chip. After Naeem chose to accept, the noise around him that was not too noisy became meaningful.

"Those of the same race who passed the ordinary body test, come here. Later, we will collect the reproductive cells together. After the collection, you can receive the living supplies for five people …"

"Those of the same race who passed the warlock test, come here to inject the stabilizing reagent. The devil cell transplant will start in two hours …"

Warlock, devil cell transplant, these were two key words. Naeem wandered behind them and quietly took a stabilizing reagent. After opening it, he dipped a little into his mouth and found that it was a kind of potion that guaranteed the root of life would not collapse. The effect was very good, not worse than the similar potions made by the Fourth Holy Tower. It contained a small amount of harmful substances, which should be a mutated vaccine.

These order keepers should be warlocks. They … were very scary. There were more or less mutated tissues on their bodies, which was definitely not a benign phenomenon. They were consuming the life force of the warlocks.

And the energy they emitted looked no different from Demonic Aura at first glance.

Naeem stayed there for a moment, recorded it, and turned to the other side.

On the other side, it was a different situation. The order was still neat. The creatures were queuing up mechanically, holding pieces of demonic flesh in their hands. These pieces of flesh even had disgusting blood in them. However, these creatures were unwilling to waste even a little bit of blood. Even if it was very painful to swallow, they still did not let the flesh drop.

"The food synthesizer will start in five minutes, working time is one hour …"

The food synthesizer was a simple machine five meters tall. Not to mention the principle of its application, the manufacturing process was not even as good as the ancient sorcerers. The exposed power core and pipes, the chimney emitted a suspicious color of smoke, and the loud noise that sounded like it was about to fall apart during the start-up process.

Five minutes later, the noise weakened a little. An entrance and an exit opened on the surface of the machine. The creatures in line stepped forward silently and threw the demon flesh into the entrance above.

"One kilogram … three kilograms …" The machine's voice came out, reporting the weight of the filler.

Soon, the flesh was filled, and the noise became louder again. Naeem could see that the machine began to decompose the flesh. The decomposed flesh flowed into the production line for further processing and synthesis. It became a dark purple gel that flowed out from the exit below and was divided into equal pieces by the machine. Then, the creatures in line stepped forward again silently to take their share.

Naeem did not need to get a sample to know that it contained the energy necessary for ordinary life to live. It was definitely not delicious, but at least it was harmless and could allow people to live.

He also noticed that the ratio of investment to gain was not equal, but the creatures did not express any dissatisfaction. They were used to it. After receiving the resources, they carefully put them away, then turned around and left the city, returning to the wilderness.

An hour passed quickly, and the food synthesizers stopped working on time. Naeem turned around and returned to the other side.

The Sorcerers led a few teams into the city. There was a protective layer around the city. It was strong enough to block level-8 spells at most, but it was mainly used to shield the radiation from the void and suppress the damage that the Sorcerers' own energy could do to ordinary people.

There were even more warlocks in the city. They rested in the dilapidated houses, their bodies surging with a different kind of magic energy. They looked no different from the monsters, but Naeem knew that they were using this method to suppress the changes in the organization.

They were waiting for the demons' next attack.

The Sorcerers led the queues to a factory full of culture tanks and brought them to two sides according to the original allocation. The first was the reproductive cell contributors. After they were disinfected, they walked into the culture tanks and soaked in the liquid.

A ferocious and cold tube was inserted into their bodies. They could clearly see that their bodies were trembling because of the pain. The wounds all over their bodies spurted out blood, but they were immediately repaired by the liquid. The concentration of the liquid decreased and thinned in the process.

Thirty seconds later, the culture tanks were opened, and the contributors were sent out. They were unsteady and limp on the ground, but they did not need help to stand up on their own. They put on their clothes, took the gels and food, and left the city.

During the whole process, no one said a word, even if he or she was weak and could not stand steadily, even if they knew that they only had a few days to live.

Naeem entered the factory and found that there were more small culture tanks inside. Most of them were embryos, and a small part were babies. Some Sorcerers wearing tight isolation suits were carefully taking out the fully grown babies, and then injecting drugs into their bodies.

"Unqualified … Unqualified …"

"Qualified!"

The unqualified individuals were not abandoned, but put into the secondary culture tanks. The qualified individuals were put into the more advanced culture tanks, in which the nutrient liquid was full of energy.

At this time, a voice came into Naeem's ears from outside. "Demon cell transplantation begins. Standby Sorcerers, get ready to obliterate."

From the room on the other side of the factory, high-level Sorcerers, also wearing isolation suits, walked out. They imprisoned a level four demon in their own way, then silently cut open its body and removed the cells from the parts near the energy core.

The transplanted subjects were also cut open, revealing the heart and brain. The Sorcerers took the demon cells and approached them, transplanting the cells into their bodies.

What happened next was cruel.

Naeem admitted that their methods were not weak, but limited by the limited resources, they did not have a complete protection system. All the transplanted subjects' rejection reactions were violent. The successful subjects' bodies were randomly replaced by demon tissues, and they instantly became extraordinary beings and qualified to use magic energy. The failed subjects' bodies mutated and directly became demons, and they were obliterated by the Sorcerers on standby.

The number of failures was far more than the number of successes.

However, no one cared about this tragedy, whether it was the Sorcerers or the transplanted subjects.

The Sorcerers carried out the operation mechanically, and the transplanted subjects watched numbly as their companions succeeded or died. The team did not panic, and this silence had a sense of solemnity.

The operation was all over after three hours, and of the nearly thousand transplanted subjects, only 637 survived. Naeem could easily see that they had gained power, but they had lost most of the functions of a healthy life, including various senses, and … reproductive ability. In the rest of their lives, other than fighting and dying with demons, they could only struggle with the mutated body tissues. If they succeeded, they would become stronger to a certain extent, and if they failed, they would only die.

Naeem left the 'arsenal' and wandered in the city.