Infinite Bloodcore

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A fishman slowly opened his eyes.

"wm...ma?" The fishman's vision was blurred, his breath was weak, and his life was in danger.

What he saw was a vast expanse of white light.

His call was not answered, but he heard the sound of metal clashing from time to time.

The crisp sound reminded the fishman of the sound of swords clashing, and he suddenly recalled it.

He remembered - he was fighting before he fell unconscious! His goal was to board the huge human warship, but unexpectedly during the climb, he looked up and discovered a giant!

The giant swept over with a mace in hand.

Severe pain and darkness hit him together, and he vaguely heard the sound of his bones breaking, and then the sound of himself falling into the water.

After that, he knew nothing.

"gwall?" the fishman spoke again.

His vision gradually became clearer.

The white light in front of him gradually diminished, and he found that he was in a room.

This room is very weird, both the walls and the ceiling are made of metal.

He also found himself tied to a long, cold table that was also made of metal.

The fishman secretly thought that he had been captured by the human race and was now in that big ship?

"wmgm! wmgm!" he shouted loudly while struggling.

"Stop shouting, your end is already doomed." A cold voice came from above the fishman's head.

The fishman was stunned. He couldn't understand the meaning of these words, but he understood that it was human language.

Because he was lying flat on his back, he raised his head and looked in the direction above his head, trying to find the owner of the sound.

He succeeded.

He saw an old man from the human race, wearing a pair of glasses, a white beard, and strong fingers in his hands, holding two daggers.

It's not accurate to say it's a dagger, it's more like a table knife.

The fishman immediately trembled and yelled in fear. Because he saw this human old man stretching the two metal knives in his hands towards himself!

The fish-man struggled wildly, bursting out with unexpected power.

But it's no use!

He was tied so tightly that he could barely move.

The old human man slowly and forcefully cut the metal knife into the fishman's flesh.

The fishman suddenly felt a metallic coldness, which made him shiver from the depths of his soul.

Then he saw the human old man slowly cutting open his arm. Those two metal knives were sharper than he imagined. He had never seen such sharp weapons in his life!

The human old man cut a straight thin line and pulled out a long wound.

Then he opened the wound to expose the tendons, blood vessels, subcutaneous fat, etc. inside.

"Oh." The old human man exclaimed in admiration, his eyes showing a hint of joy as his curiosity was satisfied.

He bent down, put a pair of glasses close to the wound, and looked carefully.

After watching for a while, the old human man was not satisfied, so he put down the metal knife in his hand and replaced it with a pair of metal hooks.

He used a metal hook in one hand to pick up the wound, then penetrated into the tendon, and opened the inside to look at it.

He moved carefully and looked very protective of it, as if checking some ancient book that was not well preserved and would break if touched. After looking at one position, he changed to another position and continued to check.

After checking the forearm, the old human man put down all the metal tools in his hands, walked to another table, and buried himself in recording.

From the fishman's perspective, he couldn't see what the old man wrote, he could only see his quill drawing on the paper.

It seemed that the recording was done, and the old human man returned to the fishman and picked up the metal knife and small hook again.

"Wwaga! lwamlwam!!" the fish man roared at the old man.

The old man turned a deaf ear and looked extremely calm.

This kind of calmness makes the fear in the fish people's hearts deepen several times!

After that, the fishman watched helplessly as his body was cut and scarred by the old man.

The human old man studied his arms, his chest, his thighs, and even the roots of his thighs were not spared.

He recorded every place he studied.

The fishman yelled, and he felt that his right arm and left leg couldn't use any strength.

Because the old man from the human race broke his key tendon.

The old man suddenly took out a metal pole and placed it in the fish man's mouth that opened when he called.

The fishman's mouth was immediately stuck, and he could only open it but not close it.

The old man changed to two more metal tools with slender handles, inserted them into the fish-man's mouth, and began to study the structure of its mouth.

The fishman clenched his fists tightly and kept kicking his legs. First, he felt something soft and cottony, scraping around in his mouth. Then he felt a knife cut off a small piece of his tongue.

The tongue was injured and bleeding.

The human old man stopped his bleeding immediately.

Then, he actually took out a small saw and started sawing the fishman's teeth!

In the end, as if it wasn't enough, he picked up a small hammer and pliers, and bloodyly pulled out several of the fishman's teeth.

The fishman screamed so loudly that he couldn't help himself.

Severe pain continued to come from his arms, chest, mouth, etc., torturing him to the point of going crazy.

The ancestor of the human race recorded for a while again. After returning, his movements changed from the previous delicate to bold and bold.

He completely cut open the fishman's belly, exposing his heart, stomach, intestines, etc. to the air.

The eyes of the old human race seemed to be shining brightly, and he was constantly observing the internal organs of the fishman. From time to time, he would reach out his hand to tease the stomach or pull the intestines.

The fishman collapsed and let out a whimpering sound. He began to shed tears and remained motionless.

The old man from the human race seemed to be deaf, still immersed in research.

After a while, he finally raised his head and picked up a shovel-like metal tool.

The fish-man was already numb, but when he discovered that the human old man's metal shovel was getting closer and closer to his eyeballs, he struggled wildly again as if he had been electrocuted.

But it was no use, he couldn't move it at all.

He howled to his gods, roaring inarticulately, but in the end the pain still struck him.

He saw blood red, then darkness.

The severe pain of losing his eyes made him faint again. The old man from the human race quickly took out a potion and poured it into the fishman's mouth.

The fishman suddenly became energetic again. He wants to die now, but he can't!

He was completely devastated.

His empty eyes were constantly shedding blood and tears, and his entire body was slumped on the metal table, looking more like a corpse than a corpse.

The old man from the human race is Cang Xu.

He studied the structure of the fish-men's eyes and praised: "The dilation and focus of the fish-men's pupils are more than ten times that of humans. At the bottom of the sea, when light is scarce, their pupils expand with all their strength to capture every ray of light. When they reach the surface of the sea When they go up, their pupils shrink sharply to adapt to the environment in the sun."

"If I can develop a spell or potion that can make the fish-men's pupils lose control and naturally spread to the maximum extent. Then if we don't kill them, these fish-men will be directly blinded by the bright light."

Cang Xu buried his head in recording his findings.

He felt joy in his heart.

Dissecting the fish-man brought his academic treatise a tiny step closer to completion.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something, and his eyes shifted to the fish-man.

At this moment, the fishman finally died.

Cang Xu immediately looked at his pocket watch and recorded the time. In this way, he had clear data on the limits of the fishman's physical and mental endurance.

After recording the data, Cang Xu quickly used the necromancy spell Ghost Creation.

This spell has a chance of failure.

This time, he failed.

Cang Xu didn't take it seriously.

The fish-man corpse was thrown away and replaced with another sleeping fish-man prisoner, which was firmly tied to the metal table where the blood was still wet.

Cang Xu began to dissect again.

He is very diligent.

Underneath his expressionless face is his curiosity about the unknown and his desire for knowledge.

He has the inner spiritual pursuit of a first-class magician.

If his bloodline had not limited him, his achievements would never have been stuck at the black iron level.

One by one, the murloc prisoners climbed onto the metal table, and then turned into corpses.

Some corpses were of little value, and Cang Xu used them to practice his necromancy skills.

Sometimes, when a ghost is successfully created, Cang Xu will inquire about it and obtain some information.

Some corpses have relatively high-quality souls, so Cangxu transforms them into soul crystals.

Some fishmen were used by him to forcibly extract memories in an attempt to create memory crystals.

When the last fishman prisoner died, Cangxu still had more to say: "There are not enough samples, far from enough."

"The captain still has some, maybe I can discuss it with him?"

Just when he was concentrating on dissecting the fish-man, a red light suddenly appeared somewhere on the seabed.

All murlocs are transformed by blood cores.

The fishman boy closed his eyes and stared, feeling for a moment, and sighed: "The brown scale bloodline has been added a lot, but I haven't collected it all yet."

He can now transform into a complete blue-scaled murloc, but this bloodline is only at the bronze level.

The brown scale bloodline is black iron, and it is not an ideal target.

But the Justice Pirates wiped out a fish-man tribe, but still couldn't gather all the brown scale blood.

"Although there are many fish-men, the proportion of extraordinary beings is very low, far less than that of humans."

"Among the major races, the dragon tribe has the highest proportion of extraordinary beings. However, the total population of the dragon tribe is far less than that of the human race."

"This may be one of the reasons why the human race has become the overlord of the world today."

The young man killed a lot of murlocs, but not all of the black iron bloodlines were gathered.

"Not enough, far from enough." The young man shook his head.

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