In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 8 The Boundary Between Sleep and Waking—Nightmare

To be honest, when he saw the short composition of [Half-Dragon Man]'s disease, Ryan despised it a little at first, but soon, based on the memory in his mind, he associated it with the subordinate organization of the Research Department of the Alchemy Temple.

There are relatively scientific alchemy technologies in the temple, and there are relatively less scientific departments.

[Department of Abnormal Biological Gene Research]

This is an absolutely real department.

Because, the two directors of [Department of Genetic Research of Abnormal Creatures] are the legendary "Blood Race" and "Werewolf".

To sum it up in three words, "Phantom Beast Species".

The Alchemy Temple was originally a gathering place for Frankensteins and a research institute for abnormal creatures.

Lane fell into memory.

Deep in the memory, the strange poisonous blood was injected into the body, but today, on the verge of death, it seemed to be completely awakened, and it brought Ryan an unpredictable and powerful ability.

He made a fist with one hand.

He could feel that his body was in surprisingly good condition, even after going through uninterrupted continuous battles, the blood in his body would never stop.

On the contrary, he will become more courageous as he fights, and the blood in his body will boil even more.

It was the bloodthirsty, crazy violence factor, after being fully activated, it merged into his body and brought about changes.

Of course, there are the most intuitive changes.

Normal people can't tear apart the body of an intermediate evil spirit, can they? !

Even if you take a step back, it's not a wraith, it's just an ordinary huge stone statue, and it's definitely not a fragile object that ordinary people can split in two with brute force.

Even the commissioner of a demon hunting agency must wear "demon refining weapons" in order to confront evil spirits head-on.

Hand tear?

What Wizards of Resistance?
Ryan had already begun to suspect.

Touching the corners of his eyes, the auditory and visual hallucinations, increased appetite, and changes in pupil color brought about by the bloodline change are simply reasonable guesses.

"That tube of bright red liquid."

"The blood of something?"

"Pharmaceuticals that change the genes of people?"

In his hut, he could finally calm down and think carefully.

But no matter how he searched the information in his mind, he couldn't find a definite answer. Now he was just making some meaningless guesses.

Once the corresponding evidence appeared, his guesses would be overturned immediately.

Turning on the locked phone again, Ryan felt that it was necessary for him to log in to the electronic library of the church to look up relevant documents.

Incidentally.

Because the number of books in the church is too exaggerated.

As a result, if you want to put down all the physical classics, you can't store them without hollowing out a mountain that is equivalent to the size of the entire academic department.

In addition, a large part of the collection is quite precious, not only is it a peerless solitary copy, but the content is even more secret, and can only be viewed by obtaining permission from high-level officials.

So the Holy Church simply placed the "library" underground in the "Hunter Headquarters", not only opened up a separate alchemy field for protection, but also guarded by elites, killing two birds with one stone, making it the safest place in the world.

The electronic library that students and professors can log in to in the software and computer room is a half-open book collection that has been carefully selected by the church.

"Articles on Phantom Beasts and Human Genetic Modification"

Ryan searched for keywords.

Sure enough, there are quite a few results in the query.

The most cited article was written by Earl Ramon, the head of the [Biological Gene Research Department] of the Alchemy Temple today.

".15 years ago, the Holy Church discovered a series of stone tablets inscribed with secret scripts in an ancient deep-sea ruin."

"After five years of decryption work, the secrets on the slate are finally known to us."

"The content on the slate was a treasure to the professors of genetic engineering in the research department at that time."

"The content of the slate is roughly: [Pioneer] had a dream. After waking up, he created a group of intelligent [Apostles] based on the weird and demonic creatures in his dream."

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"[Apostles] killed the Prophet, they stole the Prophet's command, and took over the Prophet's inheritance in its entirety."

"However, since the [Apostles] are fantasy creations, it is difficult for them to mate with each other and give birth to offspring."

"In order to solve the problem of continuation of the race, the [Apostle] decided to follow the example of the Prophet, combining his own genes with the genes of the [Laka] (suspected to be humans in ancient civilizations) to give birth to a group of mixed races, and on this basis breed offspring."

"In the beginning, the genetic combination of [Apostle] and [Laka] failed quite well, and the offspring born were neither fertile nor powerful, and they were extremely ugly."

"But as the experiment went further, the [Apostles] found that the offspring that devoured the mother of [Laka] at birth were closer to humans than the offspring cultivated in the body of the [Apostles], and, from genetic engineering From a standpoint, they are more advanced."

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"The offspring cultivated by [Apostle] succeeded."

"They call this group of descendants who possess the power of [Apostles] and have the appearance of [Laka] [New Apostles]."

"The content of the stone slab has been intermittent since then, completely elusive to us."

"At the end of the story, [New Apostle] killed all [Apostles], including [Laka], and the entire civilization was destroyed."

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"Who is [Prophet]? We searched the family's secret books, but found nothing."

"However, we have an extremely terrible guess."

"My blood race, werewolves, Medusa, dragon people and others are mixed with "fantasy creatures"—is it the descendants of the [New Apostle] back then?"

"Those ancient [Abyss Bloodline] families that are entrenched all over the world and developed into behemoths based on the slaughter of demons, what kind of relationship do they have with the [New Apostle]?"

"The answers to all these will be revealed after my research is thoroughly completed."

Count Ramon is doing a great experimental study.

"Genetic Engineering and the Theory of Abyssal Race Descent."

"A method of transforming pure-blooded humans into abyssal races through alchemy technology."

"Boom! Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Ryan's heartbeat accelerated wildly.

The heart embedded in his left chest roared frantically, rushing blood to the organs around him.

His brow was beaded with sweat, and he could feel gusts of biting wind slipping through the open window into the room, into the crevices of his clothes, sucking the heat in again and again.

The words in front of him shocked him.

Ryan looked at the time when Minister Ramon published this article.

"five years ago."

The contents of the tablet were declassified only ten years ago.

And this is what Ramon published five years ago.

But he clearly saw in his memory that when the injection was injected into his arm——

The extremely small fingers are curled up, and the arm is not much thicker than a watercolor pen!
"At the time, I was a baby!"

"That injection was injected into my body 20 years ago!"

At this moment, the memory in his mind began to flash back again.

The body suddenly softened.

Collapsing on the fabric sofa, Ryan's face was grim. He stroked his brain with his hand, and he felt that his brain had a splitting headache.

In the mist of pain, he saw again——

The pair of hands covered in pitch-black particles pushed the piston, injecting the injection into his body.

But this time, he seemed to have a glimpse and saw the person holding the syringe.

He has a treacherous and magical body covered in black mist.

His face was ferocious and bloody, wrapped in black and bright red curses.

"Uh--"

With a cry of pain, Ryan passed out on the sofa due to the severe pain in his brain.

Very healthy for a young age and sleeping like a baby.

"squeak--"

On the way to his bedroom, the debris scattered on the ground was pushed away by an invisible force.

The bedroom door handle twisted.

"squeak"

The wooden door was pushed open.

Subsequently
A slender blanket was like a mythical "flying carpet", and it flew out of the bedroom lightly. It traveled in mid-air, and finally came to the living room, and landed gently on Ryan's distorted body due to pain.

In a quiet single room.

The "devil" who was invisible to the naked eye slowly stood behind Ryan, and gradually disappeared.

"."

"nightmare--"

At the junction of sleep and waking up, there will be an illusory nightmare standing in front of your eyes.

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, Ryan really saw a nightmare wrapped in black mist standing in front of him.

"A bad reaction to what the monster said"

"It's all done."

(End of this chapter)