The Dark King

The technique of making salt ice with saltpetre has already been popularized in the outer wall area. It is not surprising that there are ice piles here. Du Dean's eyes fell on the metal cabinet. Looking through the perspective, the cabinet was a bottle of strangely shaped metal bottle with thick fingers.

He stepped forward on a metal cabinet, smashed the cabinet into a crack, and reached out to grab one of the metal bottles inside, unscrewed the bottle, and a strange fragrance suddenly flew out. The same is true.

He glanced down, and the glorious and restrained golden liquid in the bottle was the magic liquid!

"Very good!" He turned and said to the two men next to Poland: "Wrap all the sacred pulp here, and give you five minutes."

The two's faces changed, looking towards Poland.

Poland couldn't help but say: "The sacred pulp inside is our entire reserve this month. Do you want it all?"

"Did you leave it unsuccessful?" Du Di'an sneered. "Move faster. After more than a minute, I will cut you off!"

The two were so scared that they couldn't look at Poland any more, and hurried forward to open the cabinet.They pulled out a bunch of keys from the drawer under the table next to them, and opened the cabinets one by one according to the numbers on the keys, sweating with eagerness.

When the duo received the nectar, Du Dean distracted his attention to the surface, guarding against reinforcements coming at any time.

Soon, the two took out all the sacred pulp and put it in a huge black bag like cloth and plastic. The drum was full. Du Dean raised his hand and estimated that it weighed four or five hundred pounds. He Ask casually: "After a few minutes?"

One of the middle-aged people turned pale and shivered: "One, one minute..."

"Okay." Du Dean raised his hand and thumped. The old man with white hair and white hair standing beside him broke his shoulders and blood ran across.

Poland didn’t expect Du Dean to shoot, he didn’t hesitate, and didn’t even make a pretense gesture. It was as easy as just pulling up the weeds. He was frightened and angry, more afraid, said: "You, you see life like this Indifferent, really, really..."

"You have to feel cruel, I can help him connect his arm, you can break his arm for him." Du Dean glanced at him.

Poland suffocated and blushed suddenly, shaking with anger.

The old man was holding a broken arm wound, his lips were pale and almost fainted.

Du Di'an ignored it and walked out of the room with a huge black bag, just about to leave, and suddenly heard a sharp cry coming from the ground, like a metal whistle.He glanced his head, looked down, and immediately saw an irregular weak heat source pile in the direction of the sound source.

He was a little surprised in his heart. He had noticed this heat source reaction earlier, but at that time the heat source reaction was still an elliptical sphere. In his guess, it should be a cub of a certain monster or an egg about to hatch. Egg, but at this moment the location of the heat source, the elliptical sphere is gone, instead it becomes a thin irregular shape, like a pool of mud.

He is a little curious, what kind of creature is this, can actually change his body shape at will?

He suddenly thought that the heat source was on the eighth floor underground. According to what he saw when he attacked, the doctor worked on the eighth floor underground, that is, the deeper the depth, the more advanced the experiment.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and walked down the corridor.

When Poland saw Du Dean go down, he couldn't help but stunned, and said: "Are you going underground?"

"It's a rare trip. How about not visiting too much?" Du Di'an said as he went downstairs quickly. He quickly reached the eighth basement floor and walked straight down the corridor toward the room with irregular heat.

As soon as Poland came down the stairs, he saw Du Dean's direction, but his face changed, and he hurried up.

Du Dean noticed the expression of Poland behind him, and was more curious in his heart. He kicked the door and looked at the irregular heat source in the room. He was surprised for a moment. This room is like a laboratory, with many test tubes and immersion experiments. Materials, but in the middle of the room, there is a huge transparent glass cylinder, about three meters in diameter and two meters high.

At the bottom of the glass jar, a dark piece of black material wriggled inside, it seemed to want to squeeze out of the gap between the glass jar at the bottom and the ground.

The muddy black matter seemed to be alive. After Du Dean suddenly kicked in, the body was wavy, and the frequency of creeping was faster. At the same time, there were sharp sounds, and then slowly from its center. A black ball with a big fist raised in the ground, like a head, and like its eyes, standing silently, just like watching Du Dean.

Du Dian has a feeling of being stared, and this feeling of staring is not friendly, full of evil, and killing intentions, just like a fierce beast staring at himself.His eyes flashed. From the perspective of the environment here, this object should be an experimental product of this monster research institute. It is just a monster in this form. He has never seen it, and there is no record in the atlas of monsters.

"What's this?" Du Dean asked Poland after him.

When Poland saw the black substance in the glass jar, his face changed, and when Du Dean asked, his mouth was slightly bitter, but he didn’t expect to be noticed by the teenager in the end, but he was a little thankful that, judging from his reaction, It doesn't seem to recognize this thing.

He immediately said: "This is a black stream, our experiment is only a semi-finished product, and it has not been completed yet.

"Is it?" Du Dian noticed that his eyes flickered before answering. Most of these words could not be taken seriously. He squinted slightly and said, "This thing is life? How was it made? What is its function? What is his purpose?"

His series of questions spoke quickly, and he fixed his eyes on Poland.

Poland's complexion changed slightly, and it was okay for him to compile a name casually, but it still took a little time to think about how to compile other things.He saw Du Dean's eyes scorching, as if looking directly into his heart, he felt a little nervous immediately, and lying was not his specialty. Now he felt he didn't know where to start. He hesitated for a moment before he said: "It's one Let’s grow a life, but the intelligence is relatively low, similar to that of ordinary cattle and sheep. It is made by mixing monsters and other materials. The specific process is too complicated to say for a while."

"What is the purpose of making it?" Du Dean asked repeatedly, without giving him time to think.

Poland's whole body was tight and gritted: "It is mainly used for exploration. Its perception is relatively sharp, and it can be used as a domestic animal to explore the barren areas."

Du Dean felt his accelerated heartbeat and squinted slightly, saying: "So, its attack power is relatively weak?"

"Yes, it is."

Du Dean stepped forward and kicked on the glass jar. This glass jar seemed transparent, but it was extremely hard. Fortunately, when he shot, he tried his best with a bang, kicking a hole in one foot, but no glass fragments spattered out. Instead, it sinks in like an iron sheet.

When Du Dean kicked it in, he hadn't waited for him to withdraw it. The black matter felt like something. Bubbles appeared on his body. He stretched out black tentacles and wrapped around Du Dean's feet.

Du Dean immediately closed his feet and turned back to Poland, snatching the broken arm held by the old man with the severed arm behind him, and threw it into the hole in the glass jar.

The old man stayed on the spot. He picked up his broken arm and hoped that he would pick it up again in the future.

At this moment, the broken arm fell into the glass jar, and the black matter immediately swelled, like a excited child, making a squeak, the whole body of liquid rushed to the broken arm, and soon wrapped the broken arm, previously wrapped around Du Dean’s The black beard immediately plunged into the broken arm. At the next moment, the skin on the surface of the broken arm quickly dwindled, the old arm became more dry, the skin color became darker, and dark spots appeared, like the hands of a dead body.

Du Di'an narrowed his eyes and took his life?He seems to have seen such a situation.

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Don't wait~