System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

【3. The weather is so hot today, so the potatoes are about to be eaten.Xiao Ming walked into McDonald's and said. 】

Good night, I'm so sleepy, I still have to draw for four hours a day, when will I die suddenly——

Chapter 237 Chapter 220 Three Hymns of Blood and Flesh, Ashara's Return (8500-word chapter)

"Ah......"

Seeing Frydman who was acting a little excited in front of him, Seale sneered.

"Whether great or not is not defined by you." Syl stretched out his right hand, tapped the table in front of him twice with his knuckles, and continued, "How do I know, how is the progress of your organization? Or can't even make a moving thing..."

In Searle's words, the meaning of provocation is already obvious.

Now Seale has a vague understanding of which organization this organization Friedman mentioned is.

Although I haven't seen the face of that organization now, there is almost a 90.00% probability that it is the organization Elizabeth is in.

....... Really come to whatever you want.

Or is it the true purpose of Emerald Guidance to let oneself contact with that organization?

What Searle needs to do now is to provoke the opponent as much as possible. If the opponent can expose information such as their organization's base or even the leader, that would be great.

Even if he didn't succeed, he could rely on the Friedman in front of him to dig deeper into this organization step by step.

When it comes to torture, at least among the people Syl knows, it seems that no one can surpass Sill who has many character cards.

Sil's disdainful tone didn't make Friedman on the opposite side feel any offense.

After all, Friedman also knew that Miss Silver Crow was older than his organization.

In the extraordinary world, age means knowledge and experience. He knew that Miss Silver Crow had such confidence, so he would speak like this.

However, having an organization behind him also allowed Friedman to remain neither humble nor overbearing in front of the Silver Crow.

He put his hands on the table and said in a calm tone:

"Miss Silver Crow, we respect your knowledge and strength, but the research we organized is not as useless as you said."

"If you don't mind, can I invite you to visit one of our research centers? I believe that after you have seen it, your thoughts on our organization will change slightly."

When Friedman said this, he did not hide his confidence and pride on his face, as if he was sure that Miss Silver Crow would be shocked by their research results after reading it.

"I hope so." Searle's voice was calm, and he didn't sound like he had any interest in what their organization was researching.

Seeing that Silver Crow agreed to go to the proving ground together, Friedman didn't waste any more time.

He took a step sideways, and went to a relatively empty field, stretched out his hand to hold the void, and a triangular black portal appeared out of thin air, and there seemed to be some ominous breath coming from the opposite side of the portal.

"Please, Miss Silver Crow." Friedman made an inviting gesture to Searle.

After confirming that this was just an ordinary portal, Syl also stood up and walked straight towards the portal.

After Syl's figure was swallowed by the portal, Friedman followed closely and walked into the black triangular portal.

After a familiar sense of spinning around, Syl opened his eyes again, and the brightly lit banquet hall just now had disappeared, and what appeared in front of him seemed to be a basement.

Unable to feel the direction, Syl can only roughly know that he is still inside Suramar, but the doctor still retains his perception of blood outside.

As long as you exclude it a little, you can get the specific location of this basement.

But now, Syl didn't think so much about where this place is, because the scene in front of him even made Syl feel a little nauseous.

The walls of the empty basement are filled with densely packed large glass jars, and inside each glass jar is a creepy suture monster.

An operating table was placed in the very center, and surrounding the operating table were countless trays and carts with residual limbs and medicines.

There are also seven or eight humans covered in white robes and fully enclosed masks on their faces, who are busy doing something around the operating table.

Through the gaps in the crowd, it was not difficult for Searle to see that there was a comatose female Transcendent lying on the operating table, and her limbs had been removed at some point, leaving only a torso and head struggling feebly.

"Oh... Today is the day for the new experimental subject to 'Ascension'...Miss Silver Crow, why don't you go and have a look together? Guidance and guidance?" Friedman smiled and turned towards He walked in the direction and invited Syl at the same time.

The index finger of Searle's right hand moved slightly, and after a while, he drove his body forward.

When the people conducting the experiment saw Friedman, they made room for him.

And Friedman also turned sideways at the same time, giving way to Seale.

Only then did Syl see the face of the woman on the test bench.

The blood on her face had long since dried up, leaving only a dark red mark, and her mouth was roughly sewn back and forth with sutures, making her unable to make any sound.

But even so, she was still struggling, and the will to survive didn't seem to disappear from her body for a moment.

Most of the face on the operating table was covered by long brown hair that was messy and dirty, but Syl still recognized the girl's identity.

pasha...

Pasha, who was lying on the operating table, seemed to have noticed that someone was approaching. With some difficulty, she turned her eyes to look in Syl's direction, and then her eyes widened slightly, as if she was full of disbelief.

In the end, Pasha seemed to have exhausted her last ounce of strength, forcing her mouth to open a little.

The originally scabbed wound ruptured instantly, and the blood soaked her lips again. Pasha resisted the pain and said a word in a weak voice:

"run......."

As soon as this word was finished, a researcher pulled the suture with his hand, making the suture tighten a bit. The severe pain made Pasha let out a muffled groan, as if she didn't even have the strength to scream. .

"Hey... are you still so energetic?" Friedman raised his brows and said with some displeasure, "Where's your sleeping potion?"

It is extremely unprofessional to allow the experimental subject to struggle and speak while on the operating table.

In particular, Friedman brought a distinguished guest to visit at this time, such an unprofessional scene would leave a bad impression in front of the distinguished guest.

"Master Friedman...the potion has already been used, but she seems to be resistant to the sleep potion. She is struggling from the beginning to the end, otherwise we wouldn't have cut off her limbs first." A The researcher said a little apologetically.

"Oh...then you go on..." Friedman shook his head, then seemed to think of something, turned his head and smiled and said to Silver Crow beside him, "Yes, She is Pasha, you should have seen her, but maybe you have forgotten."

"The Mana Tides Salon...can be regarded as a source for us to replenish the experimental subjects."

"However, this Pasha is different. We originally thought she was just a transcendent of the Hermit Organization, but later found that she really served the Generosity and Wisdom God Sect, and even directly belonged to the Wisdom Maiden."

"It's hard to believe, isn't it? A transcendent spy sent by the Hermit Organization to undercover the God of Generosity and Wisdom is actually a member of the God of Generosity and Wisdom..."

"A church investigator has appeared in the salon so many times... It can only be said that it is a good thing that after the student who assassinated the clown failed last time, she appeared afterwards to collect evidence and we happened to bump into it, otherwise she might have discovered something ..."

"I haven't seen it, a triple agent, haha..."

Friedman chattered on and on, as if he was still rejoicing that he was so lucky to find a time bomb beside him.

After Friedman talked for a while, he remembered the "run" that Pasha said to Silver Crow just now, and explained to Syl with a smile:

"As for what she said, don't pay too much attention to it. She is just an experimental subject. If you join our organization, according to what the lord said, your position will even be higher than mine..."

Friedman soon discovered that Miss Silver Crow took a step forward as if she didn't hear what she said.

Syl slowly stretched out her hand, gently brushing away the long hair on Pasha's forehead, revealing her blood-stained face.

"Do you want me to help you?" Syl said slowly.

But now Pasha has absolutely no strength to make any nodding or shaking her head. After hearing what Friedman called Silver Crow just now, she is completely desperate.

Perhaps she will soon be one of the many jar monsters to come...

Looking at the Silver Crow's seemingly emotionless silver-black mask in front of her, a tear slipped from the corner of Pasha's eye and dripped on her own hair.

"Then it will be considered as your agreement." The expression under the mask of Searle showed a smile.

But Searle's words made Friedman nervous.

He didn't seem to have considered a problem, that is, Silver Crow and Pasha may also have had a private friendship.

At this time, after hearing the Silver Crow say that he wanted to help Pasha, Friedman's adrenaline surged, and his hand had been slowly raised. As long as the Silver Crow made a wrong move, Friedman's magic would put the She tore it to shreds.

The experimenters next to him also noticed something, and slowly stepped back a few steps, all on guard.

But Searle just slowly stretched out his hand, took out a surgical bag from his windbreaker, and then took out a long, narrow and sharp scalpel from inside.

After getting the scalpel, Seale seemed to have fully entered the state, and the nature of the doctor was also released at this moment.

She turned around and walked directly towards a material, ignoring the group of experimenters and Friedman who took a step back nervously, picked up a thick unknown biological arm and walked back to the operating table.

Immediately afterwards, she began to carefully cut the muscles of the arm, removed them completely, and then sculpted the hand bone quickly like a sculptor.

An experimenter slowly raised his hand, and the piercing ice began to gather in his hand, but soon, his hand was blocked by Friedman, and the magic that was originally condensed suddenly dissipated.

The backlash brought about by the forced interruption of magic caused a stream of blood to flow from the corner of the experimenter's mouth.

Frydman looked at Silver Crow, who seemed to have entered a state of ecstasy, and said slowly:

"Wait, let's see first."

Silver Crow seemed to be showing them something.

Hard bone blades, fragmented hand bones connected by muscles, and then the bone blades were embedded in the center of the hand bone fragments...

Silver Crow's set of operations made everyone present seem to forget to breathe.

"No... There is no supporting point like this, and the muscles alone can't support those bones..."

"That's right... Muscles don't cooperate with bones to move, and the bones at the joint shouldn't be made like this... There is no resistance strength at all..."

The researchers began to whisper, they had no way of understanding the operation demonstrated by the Silver Crow in front of them, because it was completely impossible.

Even Friedman frowned.

In his opinion, the Silver Crow just expertly restructured those muscles and bones.

More like an artist sculpting something than experimenting... a bit flashy.

However, Friedman did not disturb the Silver Crow. He still wanted to see where the experience and wisdom brought by the so-called long life of the Silver Crow were.

"Materials are wasted... Originally, replacing the bones at the joint with holy relics can directly connect with the human body, but now it is completely wasted..."

A researcher looked at the precious bodies that were dismembered all over the floor, and said with some pain.

The woman named Silver Crow just removed the strongest parts of the monster's stumps and put them back together...

Simply bullshit!

But Friedman didn't stop it, and the others could only watch silently as the most important piece of their material was taken away, and gritted their teeth in resentment.

One hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed...