"The language and text collection and translation are completed, will it be accepted?"

A prompt sound came from a personal chip. After Neham chose to receive it, the noise around him that was not noisy had meaning.

"The same people who have passed ordinary physical testing come here and will collect germ cells in a unified manner later. After the collection, you can receive five servings of daily necessities."

"The same tribe who passed the warlock's detection came here to inject stabilization reagents, and the devil cell transplantation began two hours later."

Warlock, Demon Cell Transplantation, these are two keywords. Neham wandered behind them, quietly took away a stabilizing reagent, opened it and put it in his mouth, and found that it was a potion that ensured that the root of life would not collapse. The effect was very good, no worse than similar potions made by the Fourth Santa Tower. It contains a small amount of harmful substances. This should be a mutated vaccine.

The maintainers of these orders should be warlocks. They are terrifying. There are more or less mutated tissues on their bodies. This is definitely not a benign phenomenon. They are consuming the vitality of warlocks.

The energy they emit seems to be no different from the demonic energy at first glance.

Neham stayed here for a moment, then turned to the other side.

This side is another situation. The order is still in place. The creatures are lined up mechanically, holding pieces of monster flesh and blood in their hands. The flesh and blood are even low in disgusting blood. But these creatures are reluctant to waste a little blood. Even if they are very painful to swallow, they still don't let them fall off at will.

"The food synthesis machine will start working in five minutes, working hours for one hour"

The food synthesis machine is a simple machine five meters high. Not to mention the principles it applies, the manufacturing process is not even as good as the level of the ancient times of the wizard. The exposed power core and pipes, the chimneys that emit suspiciously colored smoke, and the huge noise that sounds like it is about to fall apart during the startup process.

After five minutes, the noise weakened a little, and the mechanical surface opened up and down, and the creatures lined up and down, and the flesh and blood of the monsters were thrown into the entrance above.

"One kilogram and three kilograms" sound came from the machinery, reporting the weight of the filler.

Soon the flesh and blood were filled and the noise became louder. Neham could see that the inside of the machine began to decompose the flesh and blood, and the decomposed flowed into the production line and then processed and synthesized. The black and purple gel flowed out from the outlet below and was divided into equal pieces by the machine. Then the creatures lined up again silently stepped forward to take away the part they deserved.

Neham doesn't need to get samples to know that it contains the energy necessary for ordinary life. It must be not delicious, but at least it is harmless and can make people live.

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

An hour passed quickly, and several food synthesisers stopped working on time, and Neham turned around and returned to the other side.

The warlocks brought several teams into the city. There was a protective layer outside the city. Its strength could block up to three-level magic, and it was more important to block void radiation and suppress the warlock's own energy from the harm to ordinary people.

There are more warlocks in the city. They rest in the broken houses, and their bodies are filled with alien demonic energy. They seem to be no different from monsters, but Neham knows that they are using this method to suppress organizational mutations.

They are waiting for the next attack from the monster.

The warlock led the queue to a workshop full of culture tanks and brought them to both sides according to their original distribution. First, they were germ cell contributors. After disinfection, they walked into the culture tank and soaked in the liquid.

A series of hideous and cold tubes were inserted into their bodies, and they could clearly see that their whole bodies were trembling due to pain, cracks spread all over their bodies and spewed out blood, and they were immediately repaired by the liquid, and the concentration of the liquid decreased and thin during this process.

Thirty seconds later, the cultivation slot opened and the devotee was sent out. His steps were unsteady and he collapsed on the ground. However, he stood up without help, put on his clothes, left the city with gel food.

There was no word during the whole process, even if he or she was weak and unsteady, even if they knew they had not had a few days to live.

When Neham entered the factory, he found that there were more small culture tanks inside, most of which were embryos and small parts of them. Some warlocks in tight isolation suits were carefully taking out the fully grown babies and injecting potions into their bodies.

"Failed, unqualified"

"qualified!"

The unqualified individuals were not abandoned, but were placed in the secondary culture tank, while the qualified individuals entered a more advanced culture tank, where the nutrient solution was filled with energy.

At this time, the sound from outside came into Neham's ears: "The devil cell transplantation has begun, and the warlock is ready to wipe it out."

From the room on the other side of the factory, the advanced warlocks, who were also wearing isolation suits, imprisoned a level 4 monster in their own way, and then silently cut open its body and removed the cells from the part close to the energy core.

The transplanted person was also cut open, revealing his heart and brain. The warlocks approached them with demon cells and transplanted the cells into their bodies.

What happened next was cruel.

Naham admitted that their methods were not weak, but due to limited resources, they did not have a complete guarantee system. All the transplanted people had a very severe repulsion reaction. Random parts of the successful people's body were replaced by monster tissues, instantly becoming extraordinary lives and obtaining the qualification to use demonic energy. The losers mutated all over their body and became monsters directly, and were wiped out by the warlock on their side.

The number of failures is far more than the number of successful people.

However, no one cares about this kind of tragedy, whether it is the caster or the transplanted person.

The operator performed the operation mechanically, and the transplanted person watched his companion succeed or die in numbness. The team did not feel panic. This silence had a solemn smell.

The operation was all over three hours later, and nearly 182 transplanted people eventually survived. Nehham could easily see that they gained strength, but lost most of the functions of a healthy life, including various sensations and reproductive abilities. In their subsequent life, except fighting with monsters and then sacrificing, they had to fight with mutated body tissues. After success, they would become stronger to a limit, and failure would be a dead end.

Neham left this 'arsen' and wandered around the city.
Chapter completed!