Mage Joan

"It's not impossible to transplant these two abilities for you, but you can't give them in vain, my dear Brother Gnostic, you have to promise me two conditions."

Metatron smiled more slyly.

"What conditions?"

Qiao An had a vaguely ominous premonition.

"Help me fulfill my two wishes." Metat raised two tentacles. "One," helped me find and kill the public enemy of Odius, the'spirit-sucking Lich Sa' Maier; and the second, help. I hunted down the stone-blind barbarian slaves who escaped from Oedis after the death of my grandfather, especially a modified body code-named'Gray Bird'. "

"The gray bird is very special. It is an experimental body modified by my grandfather and I. My genes are fused into my body. I originally wanted to split a part of my own brain tissue and inject it into the gray bird with the'mind devil'. Brain tissue and cloned personality replace her brain and personality, so that it is possible to create the first heart-catcher of Oedis who has wings and can fly at will. It is a pity that the experiment has not been completed, and her grandfather died unexpectedly. This transplant plan Also had a miscarriage."

Metatron sighed regretfully.

"Dear Brother Gnostic, if you can help me fulfill these two wishes, I will give you whatever I want."

Qiao An remained silent, pretending to be thinking carefully, but there were turbulent waves in his heart.

The second condition that Metatron offered was precisely the hidden danger he was most worried about.

Of course Qiao An didn't want to help her catch Grey Bird and his people, but it's not easy to refuse directly, otherwise Metatron would definitely have to ask him why he refused to help. How should he answer?

Facing the dilemma, Qiao Ann's mind after being enhanced by "polarized cognition" can't immediately think of the best of both worlds.

If Metatron forces Qiao'an to express his position, he can only activate the "Mind Theater", a special augmentation mode of "polarized cognition", and spend a few minutes more thinking time, come up with a reasonable reason, and try to get through.

Fortunately, Metatron didn't press too hard, smiled considerately, and said to him: "Your current manifestation level is not high enough to accept the transplantation of Tier 9 powers. Don't worry about making a decision, waiting for you. It’s not too late to consider my suggestion after reaching the 17th-level Psion."

"Okay, I will consider your proposal carefully." Qiao Ann felt relieved, "Samael is not as easy to deal with as Cain, and he was my mentor after all."

Put these words first, if Metatron mentions this deal again in the future, Joanne can use Sameer as an excuse to decline the deal.

As for the "uncleaving technique", Qiao An felt that it would be better to find another way, so that he could not hurt the friends in the Silent Hall.

After finally ending the dangerous topic that shocked him, Qiao Ann felt a lot of pressure, so he bid farewell to Metatron.

"Don't rush to go!" Metatron held his hand, his tone of expression was like a baby, "Do you want to visit my laboratory? Have fun for you!"

As far as the heart is concerned, Qiao Ann actually wanted to refuse Metatron's invitation. What the **** was the Lab of the Heartbreaker, he had already seen it in the basement of the Gnostic Tower.

Perverted dramas such as "living craniotomy" are only fun for the Devil himself, and Qiao An can't bear it.

But reason warned him that rejecting Metatron's kind invitation is not only impolite, but may also anger this "spiritual princess" who is more sensitive and changeable than the ordinary mind-separator, with disastrous consequences.

After a little hesitation, Qiao An bite the bullet and accepted her invitation, and went to the laboratory set up under the stone tower hand in hand.

Immediately after entering the door, there was a strong smell of potion.

Qiao An smelled the familiar smell of medicinal materials, and couldn't help but recall the clone he had made in Yunzhong City. It was used in the blue ice coffin to contain the clone, and it was filled with culture fluid with antiseptic and nutrient functions. It looks like this smell.

Metatron snapped his fingers, and the walls of the laboratory glowed, illuminating the room brightly.

Qiao An looked around and saw a circle of crystal jars displayed against the wall. Each mouth was the size of a coffin. There were naked humanoid experimental bodies suspended in them, including elves, dwarves, dwarfs and other common races, as well as humans.

"These are the species specimens I collected, go next door with me and show you something more fun!"

Metatron took Joan's hand and rushed through a corridor happily, as if he was eager to take out his baby and share it with his close friends.

In the next room, there are also neatly placed crystal jars containing culture fluid, but the size is smaller. Suspended in the culture fluid are brains that are completely dissected from the skull.

These brains are still active, providing life-sustaining nutrients with psychic energy, and Qiao An can see the regular peristalsis of the brain tissue through a transparent vessel.

After a little observation, based on the shape and anatomical characteristics of the brain sample, he identified the race to which it belonged before it was taken out, and the variety was quite complete.

Despite the expectations, the strange and gloomy scene in front of him still made Qiao Ann feel a little uncomfortable, and he barely maintained a calm expression, turned and asked Metatron: "These brains in the petri dish are still conscious, you plan to use What experiment are they here to do?"

"These brains are firstly my food reserves, and secondly, they are the protagonists living in their respective dreams. They are like actors on the stage, providing me with witty spiritual food, so that I can sit here and appreciate another world and experience another. This kind of life, of course, these poor guys don’t know that they are just actors, they are just dreaming of the "brain in the tank". Reality is too cruel for them, and ignorance is a blessing."

Metatron faces the row of "brains in a tank" and proudly spreads his arms, as if introducing visitors to his own artworks.

Qiao An nodded thoughtfully, knowing that her behavior was very abnormal, but still couldn't help but arouse curiosity.

"It is not difficult to cultivate living brain tissue, but it is difficult to keep these brains in a dream state and to imagine a storyline that is both continuous, logical and dramatic. After all, dreams are mostly discrete fragments, more absurd than rational. , Can you reveal, what technical means did you use to achieve your goal?"

"My dear friend, you have a good question!"

Metatron's eyes beamed with excitement, obviously scratched by Qiao An's advice, and eager to show him.

"In order to keep these brains in the tank sleeping deeply, immersing themselves in their own world, and ignoring all stimuli from the outside world, I imposed a'micro world' on them. Brother Gnostic, you should have heard of this 9th-order puzzle. Control ability, right?"

Princess Ling Su pretended to ask mysteriously.

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