King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 637 Where is the forbidden knowledge?
"Hey! Hey!"

Dust is flying in the doctor's laboratory. A fool carried large and small bags and piled them on the open space of the laboratory.

There are more and more people coming and going, and the laboratory dedicated to experiments has no place to stay, and it has completely turned into a utility room.

"What, is that enough?" Caught in the sack, the doctor's face turned black.

When had his laboratory been so abused?

"I don't know, but I think it's almost the same." The Abyss Apostle looked around. He had no idea about the number of these debris, but it should be a lot to fill a large laboratory.

With a wave of his arm, the abyss channel in mid-air opened like a big mouth, swallowing all the debris on the ground.

"What a convenient and magical ability." The starry sky curtain fell in front of him, and the doctor suppressed the thought of reaching out to touch it and exclaimed.

No matter how many times I see it, the ability to use the abyss to simulate ley lines remains astonishing.

"Tell me what you want me to do next." The starlight disappeared and the laboratory dimmed again.

"No need to bother, just come directly."

"Lie on it." The doctor pointed to the vacant dissection table on the side and said to the apostle of the abyss.

These words made the doctor raise his brows, "According to previous experimental cases, directly implanting the devil's residue will generally not end well."

What is sealed in the test tube is the restless remains of the devil.

"Why did it suddenly change so much?" The apostle of the abyss raised his head and exclaimed.

The apostle of the abyss waved his hand on the table, dismissing the dangers of the so-called demon god's residue.

As long as you can't kill it instantly, there's nothing to be afraid of.

"Well..." The Apostle of the Abyss sat up from the autopsy table. He looked at the test tube in the doctor's hand, and then lay down again.

"What?"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

"I remember that only the apostles of the cult were killed in battle, not missing. Have you ever done experiments with apostles before?"

"I need a part of your body." The doctor came over.

A sound like sprinkling water came from the robotic arm, and then the doctor saw faces flying around in his laboratory.

The apostle of the abyss looked around, seeing bottles and jars all around him. He didn't know if there was anything he could do to help.

After a while of ping-pong-ping, the doctor took out a test tube about the same size as his own arm.

"Try to fuse with this thing." The doctor took out the remains of the demon god that he had shown to the apostles of the abyss before.

"I always feel that this is not a good thing." The apostle muttered, and then lay down directly.

The doctor inserted the test tube into a groove, and the ceiling on the dissecting table lowered.

"呲-"

"Well, since you are so eager, I can't spoil the fun." The doctor glanced at the apostle of the abyss, and then turned away.

A mechanical arm with a needle inserted into the front stretched out from the gap in the ceiling, pierced the Abyss Apostle's shirt, and inserted into its body.

"The cooperative attitude of the Abyss Cult is not very good." The doctor grabbed his palm and stopped the movement of resentment flying in the air.

Tiny cracks appeared in the air, and the resentment that had stopped was swallowed up by these opening and closing cracks in a moment.

"You can also teleport?"

"Things that are clever are not worthy of mention compared to you."

The doctor covered his ears, and then the wailing gradually became quieter. He is not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself.

Those slices cut out when he was still young had neither knowledge nor meaningless conscience and were of no use.

Therefore, they have only one purpose - to serve as a temporary supplement when experimental equipment is insufficient.

Using these slices to deal with waste that is difficult to dispose of after experiments is also a perfect choice.

"It's not that I don't want to cooperate, but the quality of your things is not good." The apostle of the abyss stood up from the dissection table and pulled off all the tubes inserted in his body. There is nothing at the front end of the robotic arm, it is empty. Those needles were completely corroded the moment they entered the abyss apostle's body.

"..."

The doctor looked at the robotic arm hanging around the dissection table and was speechless.

"Okay, it was my mistake." He sighed rarely, and after a while of operation, the robotic arm retracted.

Seeing this, the apostle of the abyss lay down again. It looked at the neat ceiling and suddenly felt that the patterns on it were getting bigger and bigger.

"Boom!"

The ceiling deformed and fell upside down on the planing table. Then the patterns and patent leather faded away, turning into a transparent glass cover.

"What is this going to do?" The Abyss Cult asked curiously, holding the back of their heads with their arms.

It now feels that human things are so profitable. With so many things, it will automatically be delivered to it as long as it lies down for a while. This is much faster than robbing someone's home.

If it was robbery, I'm afraid he is still on the road to rob!
"Nothing, just to see if you apostles of the abyss will be swallowed by the things in your body."

The doctor is no longer as cautious as before. Now he wished that the guy in front of him would die immediately.

In the glass cover, the same cracks appeared as before, but they were much larger.

"Poof!" Along with a sound that sounded like vomiting, the entire transparent glass cover was covered in darkness.

Looking at the darkness that began to fluctuate inside the glass cover, the doctor finally showed a real smile.

"Sure enough, only the apostles of the abyss can make this terrifying thing react?"

The doctor now changed from being careless before and became excited. These abyssal powers were collected and refined little by little from various ruins over the years.

But after purifying it, he didn't touch the darkness much.

The abyss is a recognized taboo. Even if you are a doctor, you have to be careful. In the few experiments, this black mass is just as its appearance indicates, swallowing everything.

No matter what it is, as long as it falls into this darkness, it will become a part of it.

A small glass cover cannot stop the erosion of the abyss. It still exists only because this darkness has found something more interesting.

The greater the movement of the power of the abyss, the more excited the doctor's expression becomes. If he wasn't afraid of the terrifying erosion of the abyss, he might just stick his head in and take a closer look.

"Gululu~"

The glass cover was silently eroded to create a hole, and the remaining darkness flowed down, creating a hole in the ground and flowing into the underground at an unknown depth.

The doctor quickly backed away. While he was looking at the darkness flowing down from the dissection table, he searched for the camera in the laboratory.

The wonderful experiment was about to reveal its results. How could he not record this wonderful "ceremony"?

The darkness on the dissection table had shrunk, leaving only a black film of unknown composition covering it.

"Come on, let me see what brilliant sparks will be created when the apostles of the abyss meet the abyss."

The doctor slowly pointed the camera lens at the dark film. Through the photo camera, he saw some characters gradually appearing on the film.

"Well……"

A strong feeling of dizziness hit him, and the doctor immediately turned his head.

"Huh..., when facing the abyss, you really can't be careless at all." The brows under the doctor's mask shrank into a ball, and his mind seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles.

But the pain did not make the doctor flinch. He staggered to the experimental table and grabbed the pen and paper.

"Hahaha..., it's really...an exciting experience." The doctor breathed heavily, his eyes shining.

With his fingertips dancing, lines of garbled characters appeared on the white paper. Every time I write a word, the white paper turns black.

The doctor stopped his movements. In front of him, purple characters were engraved on the dark paper.

"Is this...the so-called forbidden knowledge?" The doctor held back his head that was about to explode and excitedly raised the paper in his hand.

(End of this chapter)