The hall is brightly lit, filled with a strange atmosphere of plant and flesh.

A bunch of neatly arranged test tubes, sample bottles, herbal bags, and kraft paper quietly runs a group of strange instruments.

It consists of a container that is heated at the bottom and looks like an ostrich egg, an upright black coffin that can accommodate an adult male.

There are three shiny glass tubes connected between the two, which are curved into wavy and spiral shapes.

Some kind of swelling milky white smoke from the ostrich egg slowly poured into the coffin along the glass tube.

Rita Need, wearing a black low-cut dress, stood in front of the instrument, and the flames radiated from the heater reflected the beautiful scenery of her pretty face as smooth as jade and the undulating hills under the long skirt.

She pursed her coral red lips, frowned slightly, and her slender fingers with black rose nails, fiddling with the fire in circles...

The bright eyes as blue as sea water stared at the metal cabin with concern, as if they wanted to see through its hard shell and observe the experimental subject inside.

Over the past two years, members of the Witcher Brotherhood have been lying in the coffin one by one to receive a "secondary mutation".

This unique transformation is different from the Green Grass Trial. It will not add unstable mutant genes, but will expand and extend it based on existing mutations. Therefore, the safety and reliability are extremely high, and all participants have successfully improved their physical fitness.

The time they spend is proportional to the degree of their own mutation.

Previously, the Grand Master Ivar Evil Eye, who had undergone the first green grass trial, took the longest time, about a week.

And he—

Rita couldn't help but hold the beautiful pearl necklace on her chest.

Roy, who survived the trial of Snake Sect, Flying Lion Monster and Wolf Sect, created a miracle again. The mutation continued for 29 days and 18 hours.

Visions do not stop there.

She turned around and looked at the holes in the stone wall behind a row of black iron fences in the distance.

A terrifying long mottled black shadow swam through the hole, shaking the two slender tentacles above the head, the sickle-like jaw reflected a faint light, and hundreds of hook-shaped steps swung rapidly.

For more than two years, under the careful breeding of the Brotherhood at any cost, the mutated white widow centipede in the underground cave of Jiujiu Valley was able to reproduce with peace of mind, and more than 60 insect eggs were bred.

A normal transformation only requires two at a time, while Roy consumed twenty.

If the transformation continues, the reserved white widow eggs will be exhausted, then—

The sudden strange sound interrupted the thoughts, and the sorcerer suddenly widened his eyes, grew red lips exaggeratedly, and his mature and charming face showed a cute nervous look.

Puff—

The pale blue flame of the heater is extinguished.

Guru!

A strange sound like boiling water tear through the tranquility of the laboratory.

The erected metal black coffin vibrated violently twice, turbulent and short, like a bird struggling in a spider web, and then the black shell pushed out with a click.

The overwhelming white mist surged out, instantly swallowing the sorcerer and the surrounding experimental equipment. A warm and humid gas that made people itchy nose swam rapidly like water mist floating on the river and spread to the entire hall.

Rita tried her best to widen her eyes, catching the figure in the coffin, while skillfully waving and sketching on her chest with both hands, chanting spells, tearing a few miniature vortexes from the space, quickly sucking away the ubiquitous mist like a fan.

With all her concentration, her body suddenly stiffened, and a huge force surged from behind, strangling her slender waist, hugging her up from the ground, interrupting the spell.

She was weak and was held in her arms by the sneak attacker.

White mist squirted out of the broken vortex, covering the hall and two figures again.

The sorcerer's scream and the man's chuckle sounded.

Then there is the sound of velvet cracking, muffled groans, coquettishness, chases, fights and laughter settled in the white mist, reverberating again and again, like a Rutty music intertwined by lovers.

The magic lights on the ceiling sprinkled in it, reflecting hazy, warm, and mysterious colorful lights.

A long time later.

The thick smoke dissipates.

Two figures appeared on the operating table in the laboratory.

Roy, wearing only a pair of white linen shorts, lay there with his left hand on the back of his head. His developed but not bloated biceps, pectoral muscles, and eight pack abs with fine beads of sweat hanging, staring at the gray ceiling in a daze.

The sorcerer supported his side face with his left hand, grabbed a tuft of fire hair with his right hand, and mischievously crossed his side face with his elf-like sharp ears, lines like sculptures, chin, silver-gray pupils, and mouth with a light stubble,

Bright eyes flashed with bright colors.

The once young and ignorant boy has become a strong and handsome man, and the little villain has become a big villain.

After this second mutation that lasted for a month, his head grew a little taller, his skin was delicate and tougher as cowhide, and his temperament became more and more sharp and sharp, and the power around him seemed to be overflowing uncontrollably.

“How does it feel?”

The sorcerer asked with a smile, his voice with a lazy and satisfying nasal sound.

"So, Coral, I feel like I can fight the entire wolf sect one-on-one now."

"If Lambert hears this, he will definitely fight you for the best!"

"Haha, even if you let the horse come over, it will just warm up!"

Roy jumped from the operating table to the ground, twisted his neck and wrists, and burst out with crackling sounds of muscles and bones. His toes buckled the ground and leaped lightly like a monkey, easily touching the four-meter-high ceiling.

Then he outlined the triangular talisman with his five fingers, and a blazing red and golden light burst out, scorching the air and crackling, covering his body, like a layer of flowing liquid flame armor.

His mind was quietly put on the template.

Roy

Age: 19 years old

Life: 440→470 (Green Grass Trial + 120)

Magic: 380 (Green Grass Trial + 120)

property:

Strength: 20→30

Agility: 20→30

Physical constitution: 32→35

Perception: 17

Will: 40

Charm: 10

Spirit: 26

New skills:

Secondary mutation (passive solidification): Use the mutated white widow egg protein to perform secondary mutations on existing mutations. The strength and agility are permanently increased by 20% + 30% (snake, wolf, fly lion green grass trial). Due to the deep optimization of the mutant gene, the physical fitness has been slightly improved.

Lava Kunen: After the secondary mutation, you can mobilize the earth element and fire element at the same time to release the variant Kunen magic seal. The surface of the magic shield is attached to the flame power and burn the attacker.

...

The total attributes added by this transformation reached 23 points, which is no less than a green grass trial. The strength and agility leaped halfway, perfectly filling Roy's shortcomings in melee combat.

Now, except for the Grand Master of Evil Eyes, his strength and speed are already at the culmination of the Brotherhood.

Including the potions and the blessing of Arondet's "guarding", he was not afraid even if he fought with two high-level vampires in close combat.

Such a leap forward progress is a kind of accumulation of strength. After all, the ordinary witch hunter who passed a trial of grass has only increased by 20% after undergoing transformation, and 30%.

And he almost died three times.

"Actually you should wait," Rita Need pulled away the wet hair in front of his forehead, "and wait until the transformation process is more complete before proceeding. For a whole month, I almost had to remove the iron coffin and see what kind of spring and autumn dreams you have in it?"

The sorcerer tilted his head and looked at him, his eyes rippling in autumn, and his long eyelashes flashed, "What are you worried about when you are so anxious?"

Roy hugged her shoulders silently.

This is not without reason.

If you wait for four or five green grass trials and then perform a second mutation, the benefits will be maximized.

But he can't wait.

It took more than a year to try the Wolf Sect last time. He had a strong premonition that the fourth time would be more than three years, perfectly missing the most intense, ups and downs.

Not to mention the fifth time.

The bloody battle with the God of Evil Not long ago gave him a great warning. He could not transform into the Supreme Shadow every time he encountered a strong enemy. Long weakness was one of them. What made him even more worried was that he clearly felt that he would enter a strange state after each deformation was lifted.

Some of his emotions were stripped away, and everything in the world had nothing to do with him. Geralt, Cialis, Tris, Coral, and many relatives and friends could not make his heart turbulent.

He was like an absolutely calm bystander, watching indifferently the development of everything.

He thought of the farewell message of the Supreme One—

No matter how hot the emotions are, they will eventually be annihilated in time and space. Only destruction, purification, and circulation are the eternal and unchanging truths.

He is not without consideration - frequent use of the ability to "come" will affect his personality and gradually destroy his feelings.

So he has to become stronger through normal channels to deal with future crises!

...
To be continued...