There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

The iron ball formed by the guardrail flew back and forth in the air at high speed, aiming at the door lock.

The solid iron ball stopped and hovered in the air just as it was about to hit the door lock.

No! Not yet!

Narcissa, who had recovered from her madness, stopped her crazy behavior.

She is not strong enough to fight against this laboratory now. If she tries to break out by force, she will most likely be captured and brought back.

If her abilities were exposed, the supervision over her would not be as lax as it is now.

After figuring it out, Narcissa could only gather all her resentment and hide it away.

He walked to the newly moved bed and began to tidy up the bedding.

By the time she finished tidying up, it was already nine o'clock in the evening and time to go to bed.

Lying alone on the bed, Narcissa held the clothes that Talina had changed out of during the day, pressed them against her face, and sniffed them carefully.

The lingering fragrance on the clothes has now become Narcissa's psychological support. She hugs the clothes tightly, feeling the non-existent body temperature.

Wait for me! Wait until I find you!

Wait until I find you, this disobedient little bird!

I will break your wings and build a cage just for you!

Let you...belong to me forever!

In the dark room, a sick laugh echoed and could not dissipate for a long time.

Volume 1: Chapter 22: "As You Wish"

A sterile laboratory is a basic requirement for Tros.

Only in an absolutely clean environment can the artificial magic unit grow safely and its capabilities meet their requirements.

On the bed, Circe and Borennefar were struggling in pain. Above them, a transparent medium-sized culture medium was hanging in the middle.

Two thin tubes are connected to the bottom of the culture medium and inserted into the hearts of the two people, continuously transmitting the nutrients necessary for growth to the artificial surgical units in the culture medium.

"Sure enough, there was a reason for the previous failure!"

Standing outside the window, Tros looked excitedly at the artificial magic unit that was about to take shape.

This is the project he has been pursuing for more than a decade. Now that it is about to succeed, how can he not be happy!

After more than ten years of waiting, he has failed so many times that he can no longer remember them all.

Without exception, all those failed experiments collapsed in the middle of their growth.

It's either nutritional imbalance or developmental delay.

The experimental subjects who served as suppliers had very different energies in their bodies. If they were to be gathered together, they would only be able to forcibly prolong the life of the artificial magic unit, and they would eventually die.

But this time it’s different, the suppliers this time are a pair of brothers!

Their blood is of the same origin, which can balance the energy of the artificial surgery unit very well and enable it to grow better.

Especially their special Originium skills!

Not only can it keep the artificial spellcasting unit in a state of constant operation, it can also curb the violent Originium pulsation in its body, keeping it in a relatively safe situation.

"Look, how beautiful it is!"

Pulling Loken aside, Tros brought him to the window and pointed at the artificial spell-casting unit that was as pure and flawless as glass.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?!"

Faced with the artificial spell-casting unit emitting charming light, Locke was also intoxicated.

He really didn't expect that Tros's crazy idea could be successfully realized.

"Director, the artificial magic unit has almost completed its growth. What should we do next? Should we continue to infuse it with energy, or..."

The assistant stopped talking here.

He had already read everything about this artificial magic unit and naturally knew what to do next.

But he still had to come and ask Tros for his opinion and let Tros make the decision.

He had already carried a recorder with him, so that he could better shirk responsibility if the truth were to be revealed.

As the experiment progressed, he became more panicked.

The cruelty of the things he had studied before was child's play compared to this.

He was scared, very scared, but he couldn't leave.

In the past few days, people have been running away because of fear, but without exception, they all died at the door of the laboratory.

In desperation, he could only use this method to get rid of the charges against him. Although he didn't know how much he could get rid of, it was better than being convicted as an accomplice, right?

If handled properly, the maximum lifespan would be 30 years. If the interior is properly renovated, it should be reduced to 28 years.

It's better than these guys who can be sentenced to death once caught.

"Bring the body here, prepare the operating room, and I'll perform the surgery myself!"

"I have high hopes for you. If you work hard, you will have everything you want."

Patting his assistant on the shoulder, Tros expressed his appreciation and, as usual, painted a big picture for him.

"Yes, it's my honor to be valued by my supervisor!"

After bowing with great trepidation, the assistant turned and walked out.

Only after the assistant disappeared through the door did Tros drop his disguise and spat in disdain.

"Garbage is garbage, why do you still value it? Once this is over, go down underground and rebuild it!"

Locke stood by and watched Tros's performance with an expressionless face.

He knew his senior brother too well. Hypocritical, cold-blooded, cruel, these adjectives did not look out of place when applied to him.

This experiment is very important. Parens has issued an order in advance. After it is completed, this experimental base will be destroyed by "natural disasters". Except for him and Tros, everyone else will die!

Locke didn't feel anything about this. He was a selfish person. In life-threatening situations, his first priority was always to protect himself.

After putting on protective clothing and taking the storage tank, Tros came into the sterile room alone.

The artificial magic unit has matured, and now is the time to harvest!

Gently removing the glass-like artificial magic unit and placing it in the storage tank, Tros looked down at the two brothers lying on the bed.

Well, he's almost dead.

Turning and leaving the sterile room, Tros came outside with the storage tank.

After locking the door, Tros pressed a button, and suddenly, a large amount of disinfectant began to spray out of the sterile room behind him.

The slightly corrosive disinfectant was sprinkled on Circe and Borenifal, causing their bodies to twitch subconsciously.

The slow but real burning sensation spread across their bodies, causing them to cry out in pain.

Due to excessive blood loss, they screamed and hoarse cries for help came out of their mouths.

Without even turning back to look at them, Tross walked into the operating room with the things.

After staring for a while, Locke put on protective clothing and followed Tros in.

He no longer wanted to hold onto useless sympathy, which would only get him into unnecessary trouble.

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The assistant walked in front, Narcissa followed behind him, and two guards followed at the end.

This inexplicable increase in defense made Narcissa a little worried.

Could it be that they discovered my abilities?

After a brief thought, Narcissa gave up the idea.

She had been hiding herself very well over the past few months. She had never once revealed her true intentions in front of these people, so there was no possibility of her being discovered.

So what could it be?

Shaking her head and suppressing all these wild thoughts, Narcissa obediently followed the assistant forward.

Led by her assistant, Narcissa crossed the hall and entered the operating room from the side room. Looking at the two fully armed men, Narcissa's heart was filled with alarm.

"Catch her!"

Locke, wearing a mask, gave the order, and the two guards behind him stepped forward eagerly.

Seeing this, Narcissa no longer hid. An invisible hand protected her and threw away the two guards who came up to catch her.

At this moment, Narcissa suddenly felt something calling her. She followed her instinct and her eyes locked on the storage box next to Tros.

"You're quite sensitive, as expected of a blood relative."

Praising Narcissa, Tros clapped his hands.

At this time, a large number of guards rushed in from outside the door, holding riot weapons and surrounded her.

Blood relatives? What does that mean?

Doubtful of Tros' words, Narcissa began to wrap herself in the Originium technique to prevent possible attacks at any time.

"Seeing you're so brave, I trust your brothers."

"I'll definitely be proud of you."

Tros moved his body, revealing the part that was hidden behind him.

Behind the transparent glass lay two unrecognizable corpses.

Seeing the two extremely familiar figures, Narcissa's pupils suddenly shrank into a straight line.

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squeak!

A brown off-road vehicle came at high speed from a distance, then drifted and stopped outside the gate of the experimental base.

"Who are you? Show your identity!"

The guard at the door immediately came out of the house and began to check the driver's identity.

A man in a brown windbreaker got out of the car. He had on a cowboy hat of the same color as his clothes. The wide brim of the hat covered his face. He had a phone to his ear and seemed to be talking to someone.

"You know, Dr. Kelsey, we're operating in Columbia. If you want this baby, you'll have to come get it yourself."

"Hey! Do you hear me? Show me your ID! If you don't have it, get out of here!"

Seeing that the guy ignored him, the guard walked up to him and prepared to question him.

boom! ! !

At this moment, the building behind him suddenly broke apart, and countless pieces of debris flew from the sky, injuring many people.

The building, a section of which was wiped out out of thin air, began to fall gradually, with the weight pressing down on each layer like dominoes, maintaining a relative frequency of falling.

The man in the windbreaker raised his head and looked at the building falling layer by layer under the pull of an unknown force.

Pulling back the brim of his hat, the man revealed the face hidden beneath the cowboy hat.

A silver-gray mask, resembling tin, covered his head.

"Oh my, it seems like we're late!"

The sealed masked mouth suddenly opened, and a hoarse male voice came out.

Volume 1, finished.

Volume 1: End of Volume Summary (Confession of Sins?)

Hi hi hi!

After a lot of trouble, I finally finished the first volume.

Let’s make a summary of the steamed bun!

Laying eggs, well, this is a curious question.

Before I started writing this, I actually had two characters in mind: Liberi and Carters.

A bird and a rabbit.