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Chapter 415 Mysterious Master (Thanks to reader 20240127214517876 for being the Alliance Leader)

Darkness enveloped the entire area, and the emergency lights had long been turned off.

Only the piercing sound of an alarm could be faintly heard through the thick alloy walls.

This is a biochemical laboratory hidden on the 87th floor of the Noah Building.

Now, however, it has been turned into a slaughterhouse.

The clean bench was violently overturned, and various precision equipment and instruments were either dented or had their screens damaged.

Countless shards of glass from petri dishes and test tubes, mixed with metal supports, were scattered all over the floor.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the acrid smell of formaldehyde.

Several bodies dressed in guard uniforms lay in pools of blood.

Their expressions were ferocious, and their bodies were unnaturally contorted, as if they had been attacked by wild beasts before their deaths.

rustling...

A slight scraping sound came from the metal floor, which was particularly clear in the darkness.

A shadow resembling a snake slithered along the ground, slowly emerging from behind a tilted instrument.

No, that's not a snake.

Instead, it was a dark red tentacle.

Its surface is covered with mucus and fine barbs, and at the top is a suction cup-like mouthpart that opens and closes continuously.

It swam to the body of a guard and plunged its sharp tip into the body's chest cavity.

The deceased's body then shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if all the essence of his flesh and blood had been absorbed by this thing in just a few seconds.

Soon, a second and a third similar tentacles emerged from different corners, greedily sharing in this feast of death.

Their origins all point to the darkness deeper within the laboratory.

There was a passageway there, with an ominous red light flickering within it.

It's like the entrance to hell, yet it exudes a deadly allure.

Following the light source, the scene before us became increasingly bizarre and fantastical.

The walls, ceiling, and floor here are covered with a layer of flesh and blood tissue that looks like living things.

The charred cables were tangled with the tendons of meat, and sparks from the short circuit occasionally flickered, illuminating the surroundings.

The thick, fleshy growths were arranged haphazardly, slightly swollen, and made a slippery "plop" sound.

Dark red viscous liquid seeped out from the cracks and dripped onto the ground.

The deeper you go, the denser this flesh-and-blood erosion becomes, almost covering the entire passage.

Walking through it, the ground felt sticky and slippery, as if you were inside the intestines of some giant beast.

The tentacles coiled above sensed the presence of living beings, and they all raised their tips, emitting a hissing sound like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

It was as if it were both intimidating visitors and waiting for the perfect opportunity to devour them.

As for the guards who were previously stationed on the 87th floor, they have not completely disappeared.

Twisted, pained faces were starkly embedded in the walls of flesh and blood.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths agape, frozen in the horror and fear of their impending death.

Besides these human-shaped remains, there are other strangely shaped biological tissues.

It looks like wax melted by high temperature, sticking to the wall and hanging down.

At the end of the passage was a completely transformed lair of flesh and blood.

The red light permeated the space, making the atmosphere exceptionally eerie.

In the very center of the nest, a huge red eyeball floats.

The eyeball was as big as a washbasin, and its surface was covered with a moist membrane, like a still-beating heart.

With each throbbing of its body, the flesh and blood of the entire nest contracted and expanded.

Countless thick blood vessels, like ugly roots, covered the entire sphere.

It extends outwards in a radial pattern, embedding itself into the fleshy walls and becoming closely connected to the surrounding area.

It was as if it were the central hub and master of the entire nest.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of a visitor, its enormous pupils shifted slightly, staring intently ahead.

At this moment, three figures were standing on a carpet of blood and flesh, looking up at this strange creation.

They were dressed in solid black, wore masks, and exuded an inexplicable aura.

The tentacles that were originally baring their fangs and claws all curled up into a ball, avoiding it like the plague.

They even voluntarily retreated into the walls of flesh and blood to make way for them.

"The Crimson Eye is severely damaged; it has lost too much energy..."

One of the tall men in black spoke.

The voice was deep and mellow, suggesting it belonged to a middle-aged man.

He stared intently at the eyeball, as if he were assessing a precious artifact.

"Second Uncle, aren't we too late?"

Another person nearby chimed in, their voice sounding quite young, with a hint of barely concealed disappointment.

"fine."

The middle-aged man shook his head, his tone indifferent:
"As long as the basic structure is intact, it can be gradually restored in the future."

"How long will that take?"

The young man seemed a little anxious, muttering under his breath, "I should have just barged in and tried."

"Once the inner world takes shape, the entrance is elusive and very difficult to find."

The middle-aged man then patiently offered advice:

"Moreover, based on past experience, it is too reckless to rush into an unknown space. You may not only fail to complete the mission, but also get yourself into trouble."

"It's all Ma Biao's fault, he's incredibly stupid!"

Even though they agreed with the middle-aged man's words, the young man still couldn't help but complain:
"They said the Noah Organization was holding a meeting to prepare to destroy the data of the 'Tree of Life' project, but it turned out to be just a smokescreen."

"Not only was the information inaccurate, but it also exposed my identity."

"Luckily, we had other informants watching this area and noticed something amiss, otherwise everything would have been for nothing." "Heh, that's good too."

The middle-aged man laughed instead:
"The Dongdu branch has suffered heavy damage, and all the surveillance in the experimental area has failed, which makes it convenient for us to take action without getting involved."

The two men, who appeared to be uncle and nephew, were talking in hushed tones.

His words revealed his understanding of the internal workings of the Noah Organization and Noah Pharmaceuticals.

A short, thin man in black standing nearby suddenly became obsessed, and made a gurgling sound as he swallowed.

Then, as if drawn by invisible threads, she walked step by step toward the red eyeball and slowly reached out her hand.

"Xiao Ming!"

The middle-aged man noticed in time and shouted angrily.

The sound was like a thunderclap, instantly waking the short, thin man named Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming suddenly realized that his right index and middle fingers were undergoing a terrifying change.

My fingertips felt like they'd been splashed with strong acid, sizzling and emitting white smoke.

Blood-red lumps rapidly swelled up under the skin and spread outwards.

He let out a terrified scream and jerked his hand back.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man stepped forward decisively and raised his hand to aim at Xiao Ming's finger.

Suddenly, a mouth appeared to split open in his palm, and the air in front of him instantly collapsed, forming a miniature vortex visible to the naked eye.

Wisps of scarlet mist were forcibly drawn from Xiao Ming's fingers, instantly disappearing into the vortex and being swallowed by that mouth.

The tumors on those two fingers also quickly subsided.

The fingers then became shriveled and charred, like withered branches burned by a raging fire.

It may look unsightly, but at least he survived.

"Second Master, I am guilty! I should not have let this evil thing bewitch my mind."

Xiao Ming knelt down in fear, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"This thing is very strange. Its power can bypass the physical body and directly erode you at the mental level, causing you to mutate."

The middle-aged man said with a serious expression:
"Let alone touching it, anyone whose strength is not at the S-rank or whose will is slightly weak will will be mentally disturbed if they look at it for even a moment."

“If it weren’t for the special bloodline abilities of our Xiao family, you would have already become a deformed monster like those guards, becoming a part of it.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ming looked at the distorted faces on the surrounding walls and felt a slippery sensation under his feet, his stomach churning.

"The Crimson Eye is indeed destined for our Xiao family!"

The young man, however, was not surprised but rather delighted, his eyes filled with excitement:

"With this treasure, perhaps in a few years, I can also be promoted to S-rank."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, then said in a deep voice:
"Let's do it. Once the Noah Organization recovers, we'll have no chance. Besides..."

He listened intently, and the faint sound of police sirens coming from outside the building was growing louder and louder.

"The special search team will probably be here soon."

"Ah."

The young man rubbed his hands together, looking impatient.

"Yes, Second Master!"

The short and thin Xiao Ming immediately perked up and got up from the ground.

The three quickly dispersed, each taking a position in one of the three directions, surrounding the "Crimson Eye" in the center.

They simultaneously raised their hands, their fingers flying across the paper, forming intricate and mysterious hand seals while chanting incantations.

The obscure chanting of incantations echoed through the lair of flesh and blood.

The surrounding air seemed to become thicker and began to hum.

The entire crimson space rippled with visible waves.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

Three thin beams of white light shot out from between the eyebrows of the middle-aged man, the young man, and Xiao Ming, respectively.

Like three supple spider silks, they connected the three people.

Then, they converged in the air directly above the Crimson Eye, connecting to form a mysterious triangular rune.

They seemed to be preparing to activate a magic circle or summon something.

Seconds later, the space at the focal point of the light began to tear apart.

It looked as if a mouth was opening, from which dazzling white light emanated.

Seeing this, the three of them immediately accelerated their hand seal movements.

The middle-aged man appeared calm and composed.

The young man and Xiao Ming were already covered in sweat, clearly indicating that maintaining the magic array was quite taxing on them.

A moment later, a spatial rift radiating white light appeared, like a portal, silently floating in mid-air.

The halo rippled gently like water, with a faint hum of energy emanating from it.

The young man and Xiao Ming both breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

The middle-aged man withdrew his handprint and was about to step forward to personally collect the enormous eyeball.

Just then, footsteps came from the entrance of the passage.

The three of them immediately turned to look.

A figure staggered in.

The person who came was wearing a suit, but it had been reduced to tattered rags.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in blood and dust.

He looked as disheveled as a beggar who had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

Upon seeing this uninvited guest, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, examined him carefully, and then asked in surprise:
"Minister Luo?"

Luo Lie paused slightly, looking warily at the three strangely dressed men in front of him:
"Who are you? How do you know me?"

They were wearing masks and looked guilty, so they obviously couldn't be members of the Noah organization.

(End of this chapter)