The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Kal'tsit could clearly sense that Amiya had a strange attitude towards the blood demon, too intimate, even to the point of seeking ambiguity.

Is it because of Theresa's influence...

Kal'tsit frowned, but said nothing in the end.

Amiya seemed very happy to get the tacit consent and started packing her luggage that night.

*

And Akado began to replace his villa with fully intelligent equipment with great fanfare.

It is controlled with the assistance of artificial intelligence.

Here we need to review the most basic biological knowledge: reflex.

Reflex is the regular response of the body to internal and external environmental stimuli produced by a complete reflex arc composed of five basic parts: receptors, afferent nerves, nerve centers, efferent nerves, and effectors.

Artificial intelligence, such as PRTS, is almost a program with the ability to think independently.

Even if PRTS wants to control real-world devices, it still cannot do without "reflection".

Afferent and transmitting nerves can be understood as cables and networks.

The nerve center can be understood as the data processor on Rhode Island that is loaded with PRTS.

The effector is the one that delivers the processed electronic signal to the target machine, allowing it to complete the task as commanded.

What Akado needs to do is to add sensors to PRTS.

The camera provides "vision", the microphone provides "hearing", and the touch or pressure plate provides "touch"...

In this way, the entire villa has a very high sense of technology, and the assistance of machines covers the entire daily life.

"Good evening, Mr. Accardo. There are still three hours and five minutes before Miss Quill wakes up. If you choose to go out during this time, you will miss the breakfast made by Miss Quill."

Acardo, who had been up all night, pushed the door open and said, "Remember to say next time, I wish you a pleasant night."

"Got it, have a nice evening, Mr. Accardo."

The stars were reflected in the artificial river, and when the breeze blew, ripples like fish scales appeared on the water. The light of the stars spread out, and the river surface seemed to be covered with a layer of broken gold, and there were lights and feasting in the distance.

The evening breeze is cold, telling of the chill of December.

It was 3 o'clock in the morning, and the searchlights were sweeping back and forth, lighting up the night sky of Tremont as bright as day.

The Blood Demon looked at the golden river. People working the night shift were walking back and forth along the river, casting tired shadows.

He waited for the person he was waiting for.

"Director Saria, thank you for your hard work in putting out the fire."

"......" Vaifan's hair was curled by the perm. She yawned and threw a bottle of hot coffee over. "You haven't slept either?"

"The fire in the B033 laboratory has attracted our attention like a fishhook."

"Who's fishing?" Saria narrowed her eyes.

"A dying man." Akado unfastened the buckle and sipped his coffee.

"Don't make too much noise." Saria was even more tired. She waved her hand and prepared to leave.

"You know, every department director is the backbone of Rhine's life, but no one is indispensable."

"I just hope that the HR department can find a better head of the structural department."

Akado looked up at the night sky at dawn; the ray of sunlight was not so conspicuous under the headlights.

Everyone can shine, but some people are destined to be the sun, while others are just street lights.

The sun shines brightly without electricity.

If the street light loses power, it will never be bright.

Arentz Parvis, the bloodline of the Royal Court Flame Demon is not something you can use at will without paying a price.

120. Captured a wild Charmander

The fire in the B033 laboratory caused extensive damage to the first floor of the structural department office building and even threatened the stable structure of the entire building.

The flames melted all the metals they came into contact with at a temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius, and then vaporized most of the substances in the environment, spreading the messy black color all around like spray paint on an oil painting.

If Director Saria of the Defense Department hadn't arrived in time and suppressed the out-of-control experiment, it might even cause the building to collapse, and then smash the building next door, such a hellish tragedy...

After hearing the news, Muirseth returned to the Rhine Life headquarters overnight and brought an entire maintenance team to carry out secondary reinforcement of the burned first floor of the structural department.

Because her ecology department is next to the structural department.

The Flame Demon Project.

Muirseth was drinking hot tea, which was the authentic Longjing tea purchased by the caravan from Yan Country.

The "Flame Demon" here refers to the Fire Demon Court among the ten ancient Sarkaz courts.

They always possessed a powerful spell to manipulate fire. Legend has it that they were pure-blooded fire demons who could set mountains on fire, evaporate lakes, and melt solid iron balls in an instant. The shells or blades that approached them always turned into gas in a hurry without even touching the corners of their clothes.

The Balrog Project aims to create a humanoid weapon with similar or equivalent blood to the pure-blooded Balrog. The initiator and sponsor are the Colombian Ministry of Defense.

With the advancement of biological science, a technology called "chimeric therapy" has gradually come to the fore.

Through ancient books, wars, and archaeological excavations, the military and some people in Rhine Life reached a consensus.

They accidentally discovered fragments of pure-blooded Flame Demon in various ruins or relics in Rembituo and Kazdel. The project was gradually carried out without being made public. First, a large-scale screening was carried out to select a group of experimental subjects that met the standards. Then, cruel and cold clinical experiments were carried out to eliminate individuals with strong rejection reactions. The ones left were the poor people who could accept the "embedding" of the Flame Demon fragments without causing the collapse of their body functions.

Yes, poor man. Muirseth flipped through the lab report on the table.

The pictures and texts depict a series of tragic conditions after the experimental subjects were implanted with the "Flame Demon", such as their muscles and even organs melting into liquid, their skin burning, their limbs drying up, etc.

Intense pain tortured their minds, causing hallucinations and shock. The "Flame Demon" itself symbolized more than just a spell, but a heritage that flowed between Originiums, remembering the supreme glory of the Sarkaz in the distant past.

The Fire Demon died, but the Fire Demon did not die. It lives forever under the crown of the Demon King, in the historical stories passed down by word of mouth among the Sarkaz people, and in the moment when the Originium and the blood of the Sarkaz people blended... How sad it is that a nation that once ruled a land under a great empire completely perished in a defensive war with an overwhelming disadvantage due to completely unequal resources.

How can a foreigner understand the roars of those warriors, their glory, their sorrow, and even the blood and fire shed on the battlefield?

Akado found it ridiculous and pathetic.

The most outstanding pureblood among the Fire Demons, he had fought against the enemy numerous times on the battlefield. The iron curtain-like rain of bullets would evaporate in his spells, and the huge high-speed warships would melt like frost and snow in the scorching sun.

Where is this warrior now, a warrior that the Witch-King of Lethania once deeply feared and for whom he developed several spells to deal with him?

Yellow sand covered the hills and valleys littered with corpses, and the solidified molten iron contained the eyes of the dead.

After all, he was a mortal man, and he would get tired. The moment a god was tired, he was doomed to die. The temperature of the flames was getting lower and lower. The high temperature that once could disintegrate matter at the molecular level eventually became only enough to melt metal. The scalding molten iron poured down from the sky, burning his skin and flesh, and his hair and eyeballs were on fire. Then he died in the magic that he was most proud of.

His magic is no less powerful than any other master.

He just lost because he was fighting for Kazdel. He never got any supplies, never got any support, and had to face a huge army all alone.

Akado vaguely heard someone growling in his ear, "Alcatel..."

There is no resentment, just overflowing regret and helplessness.

"Flames are also Sarkaz, I understand." He stood in the general manager's office, looking at the entire Rhine Life through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"..."

"So, you want me to terminate Director Parvez's project? But he's dead. He was stabbed seven times on the streets of Tremont while leaving get off work. The court ruled it a suicide."

"It's just a small favor." Akado and the General Commander were on the same side of the interests, and both sides had a certain degree of trust in each other. "Experimental Subject No. 2... She is No. 2 now? Just assign her observation and research tasks to me."

"You'll have to write an extra report to your sponsor."

“Colombian Ministry of Defense.”

Accardo nodded without denying it, then left the office.

Passing by a vending machine, he thought for a moment and bought two lollipops.

......

In the white room, a group of infected children sat still, numb and dull.

They were all experimental subjects of the Fire Demon Project. After being implanted with the "Fire Demon", even their racial characteristics had changed.

What was originally considered a "reasonably normal" life was disrupted by the rampage of Subject No. 5.

Through this incident, the Colombian military confirmed the potential of this project, so it increased its investment and repeatedly urged the project to see results as soon as possible.

The researchers would occasionally play games with the children or bring in snacks.

But starting from the past few days, these few entertainment activities have also been taken away.

The experiments became more and more numerous, the types of drugs injected increased, and the dosages kept rising. The researchers who could comfort or encourage were gone, and only some cold-faced soldiers were left to guard. The new researchers were all unsympathetic, and all they showed to the experimental subjects were orders or scolding.

"Subject No. 2, come out."

Suddenly someone shouted outside the room.

A thin girl with dry yellow hair looked up blankly.

I have to do the experiment again. It hurts so much...

She began to fantasize again that the woman named Hemer would wait for her outside the laboratory door and quietly hand her a candy...

"Huh?!" She widened her eyes.

Akado took out a lollipop and waved it in front of the girl. "Don't you like candy? Or do you not want candy from strangers..."

"I want it!" Subject No. 2 realized that she was overly emotional, and she couldn't help but lower her voice, "I want it, give it to me now!"

This was the candy that Hemer often bought for her.

This white uncle is definitely not a bad guy.

121. Charmander, use headbutt on Saria!

Is there a possibility.

That is, few people buy candy from the vending machines at headquarters.

Industrial saccharin plus a lot of additives, the monotonous taste always makes it difficult to arouse the interest of these researchers who are accustomed to a high-quality life. I don’t know who started it first, saying something like "Inspiration comes from life, rich material experience makes life diversified, promotes spiritual diversity, and ultimately makes inspiration streamlined", "If you can't even afford luxury goods, how can you make others believe that your research funds are sufficient? Please give team members a sense of security", "Spirit comes from material, only by enriching material life can we drive the prosperity of the spiritual realm"...

If I remember correctly, the above words were said by the first-generation director of the engineering department to his assistant.

Has the director of the engineering department changed? It seems not, it has always been a certain blood demon...

Ahem! The security guard winked at his new colleague who was trying to get some gossip. Damn it, the real boss is nearby, can you please stop talking!

Akado led subject No. 2 to the operating table.

The girl seemed to be certain that Accardo was a kind and gentle man like Hemer, so she relaxed and sat on the operating table without being nervous or afraid. Instead, she swung her legs leisurely.

"In terms of personality, Subject No. 6's mind is relatively immature. Her behavior is no different from that of a child around 10- years old. She is reckless, rebellious, easily emotional, and temporarily lacks the ability to distinguish between good and evil."

"From a racial perspective, he is already a complete Sarkaz."

Akado flipped through a thick research report. "But the polygonal horns and tails are quite different from those of ordinary Sarkaz. Even though the current research on Sarkaz has not yet been able to fully summarize the racial characteristics of the group?"

He clicked his tongue, rarely surprised by his colleague's ignorance.

But on second thought, it's understandable.

Kazdel has suffered too many disasters, and the country's culture and heritage have been reorganized in repeated capital relocations or wars.

In other words, Kazdel today is a newborn baby in the ruins of the previous empire. Everything has to start from scratch like a toddler. Those ancient ideas and knowledge are difficult to survive in a new era.

"No more stabilizing agents will be injected today," Accardo waved his hand to stop the researchers from getting closer, "The implantation surgery is temporarily suspended."

"Director Accardo, this is..."

"This experiment is now under my jurisdiction, do you understand?" The Blood Demon did not threaten me, but spoke slowly and leisurely, as if a teacher was questioning a student in class.

"Yes! Director!" The researcher did not care about the commission from the Ministry of National Defense and left the laboratory obediently.

The director's office of the structural department is still empty. His ideal is to be able to sit there one day instead of lying in the grave with that dead man.

Subject No. 2 was in a better mood now. She cheered and jumped for joy, as if she had won a battle. Her eyes were full of admiration as she looked at Akado.

Her world is very small, so small that it only includes this structural department office building.

There are many researchers here, some are new faces from other places, and some are old acquaintances that I often see.

The girl's concept of good and evil is very simple. Those who often do experiments that make her painful and sick are bad people. Those who comfort and encourage her and give her snacks are good people.

There are many bad guys, and they are more powerful than the good guys.