Dongting City, an unknown place.

In the secret room with red and white stripes on the wall, a huge pool was dug out of the ground.

There are densely packed cast iron piles standing beside the pool, and iron chains as thick as a baby's arm are connected to the pillars at one end, and the other end is extended into the pool filled with yellow turbid liquid.

Through the bright white light emitted by the quartz stone rod on the roof of the secret room, one can clearly see the corpses of hundreds of humans or humanoid monsters floating in the liquid in the pool.

Suddenly, the clicking sounds of gear meshing and hinge sliding were heard, and the thick stone door slowly rotated and opened.

A group of people wearing white robes and their faces wrapped in several layers of white cloth walked in.

They worked in pairs, walked to the cast iron pile wrapped with iron chains, and began to drag the iron chains in tacit cooperation.

A white corpse whose epidermal pigment cells had fallen off due to long-term soaking was fished out.

In another secret room not far away, a group of people also wearing white robes and wrapping their mouths and noses with white cloth were holding sharp scalpels and cutting and decomposing a white and swollen corpse.

There were discarded internal organs scattered on the ground around him, and dismembered limbs and arms, both human and animal, were piled up against the wall.

"Luo Heng, take arm No. 2."

A slightly weak and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the secret room where the only sound was the sound of cutting and sawing bones.

"Okay, let's suture arm No. 2 immediately."

The young man named Luo Heng replied.

Arm No. 2 is an arm with thick scales. It has muscle lines bulging like hills, and it also has sharp fingers that are different from humans and nails as sharp as blades.

Luo Heng held an iron pick in his right hand, poked a circle of small holes in the cross section of Arm No. 2, and then used silver wire to sew Arm No. 2 to the body lying flat on the bed.

"Dr. Kato Dick, what size do you use for eyeballs?"

"Use eyeball No. 17, Peo, go get it."

"Yes, Dr. Kato Dick."

The short young man in white robe who was doing epidermal dissection put down the scalpel in his hand and turned towards the standing cabinet next to the wall.

Opening the cabinet door labeled No. 17, a pair of scarlet eyeballs without pupils were soaked in a brown glass jar filled with turbid antiseptic fluid.

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The busyness in the secret room continued for several hours, until Dick Kato cut off the last silver knot. On the metal platform half a person's height, what was originally a pale human corpse had been pieced together and stitched together, and now it has become unrecognizable.

"Have someone push me over!"

Kato Dick waved his hand, his voice filled with indescribable tiredness.

The sutured corpse was quickly pushed out, and at the same time, a new corpse was pushed in.

Everyone who had just sat down and had not had time to rest had to stand up again and continue to do these repetitive and disgusting tasks.

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Jiang Xilin kept grabbing his hair. These days, he almost lost half a handful of his hair because he was studying the two arcane magic circle blueprints.

However, the effect is also significant. He has already understood a large part of these two magic circle blueprints, and he plans to compare and analyze the remaining small part through practical operations and based on the results of the actual operations.

There is nothing that cannot be solved by practice. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Burning incense... is impossible. There is no such thing as incense in this world. Bathing is more realistic.

After staying up all night again, Jiang Xilin got up, went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water, and then went to the bathroom to wash his body inside and out.

Refreshed, he put on a moon-white cotton and linen shirt, silver-gray loose trousers, and wore slippers made by cutting the heels of his leather shoes, and came to the table in front of the ventilation window.

The two blueprints were laid out flatly on the table. Jiang Xilin picked up the marker and drawing ruler and started the first step of etching the arcane magic circle, going online.

It's not difficult to go online, and mistakes are allowed. You don't have to erase and redraw. Unlike etching, once you make a mistake, you have to start over.

However, Jiangxi Lin’s paintings are still very careful.

He bent over, sometimes on the front of the table, sometimes on the side of the table, sometimes using a compass to mark the distance on the original blueprint, and sometimes using an eraser to erase and redraw.

After four or five hours of back and forth, Jiangxi Lin finally completed the launch of the basic arcane energy array.

I put down the marker and stretched my waist.

"I'm a little hungry. Let's go get some food. Let's talk about etching the magic circle in the afternoon."

After muttering to himself, Jiang Xilin stood up and walked to the kitchen.

There is a large iron pot on the phlogiston stove, add water and light it up. I take out the unfinished shrimp noodles I made yesterday and plan to make a potato and shrimp soup, add two ounces of noodles and make do with it.

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Carrying hot noodles with potatoes and shrimps, Jiang Xilin came to the living room, swung his butt and sat on the sofa, leaning forward, opening the cloth roll on the coffee table while eating the noodles.

This is one of the three volumes he bought from the landlady for a gold shield. Almost all of these three volumes reflect the history of the Kingdom of Torsain with heroic epic stories.

Jiangxi Lin was reading the first volume. At this time, the founding king of the Tosain Kingdom, Ferdinand I, was leading countless refugees on a trek through the snow-torn ice fields.

The book tells the story of Ferdinand I who accepted the oracle from the gods, led the people to fight against the giant ice wolves, competed with the mountain giants for food, and worked hard to survive in the freezing snowfields.

In the eyes of others, these are all stories praising the bravery and kindness of the founder of the country, but Jiang Xilin saw the hint of "divine right of kings" everywhere.

"Compared to other countries in the world, Shenting is the real ruler behind the scenes of this world."

Suck it~~

Jiang Xilin sucked the noodles into his mouth and continued reading.

"His Majesty the Great Ferdinand I accepted the guidance of the benevolent and fraternal Mother of All Creatures and led people to the foot of an active volcano."

"The hot breath emitted by the active volcano deters the wind and snow. The vast land at the foot of the mountain is moist and fertile, with green grass."

"While everyone was cheering, a strong black goat came through the wind and snow. Wherever it passed, the ice and snow melted, and flowers bloomed. Just listen to him say: This name is Christa, and you will be here

This reproduces and reproduces.”

"Subsequently, countless black goats appeared on the grassland, and people finally ended their wandering and homeless lives."

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Black goat? The mother of all things?

Jiangxi Lin always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but this sense of familiarity was also very hazy.

In the end, after thinking to no avail, he had no choice but to attribute this familiarity to the influence of religion on his predecessor.

After finishing the noodles, Jiang Xilin put away the cloth rolls and tidied the kitchen, then he came to sit in front of the ventilation window.

Picking up the glass tube containing the etching agent, opening the stopper, a faint pungent smell overflowed from the mouth of the tube.

Jiangxi Lin wrinkled his nose. It smelled like hydrogen sulfide, the smell of rotten eggs.

However, the smell is not unbearable.
Chapter completed!