Chapter 1012

There's nothing to say. In fact, there are similar laboratories in camara Taj and the three temples, but they are not so extreme and will not take people to do experiments.

Except for the temple of London, Merlin's experiments never killed people.

Gib's side, I don't know how he wrote so much. Just by scanning, there are hundreds of suspected human bodies.

But what's the point of hanging in the corridor like this?

Are they going to resurrect? Or wait for the devil's soul in the form of flesh to replenish the warlock commandos?

But according to the theory, the spirit of the devil can't drive the body of the dead. That's the realm of the dead, which is incompatible with demonology.

Unless...

Su Ming walks over and reaches under the nose of a corpse...

suddenly, the corpse opens its eyes and opens its mouth to bite his fingers, twisting on the iron frame like a fish swallowing a bait.

"Hiss! Oh, ah

It's the same as the snake's breathing gas.

If he hadn't been hung by the huge iron hook behind his back through his neck, and all kinds of messy things were flying from the wound with struggling, he would be just like a living man.

"Well, it's really a voodoo corpse." Su Ming took back his finger.

So, Shaw got mushrooms from Africa, and through the wind devil and Warlock commandos, he put up the wizard gibel to prepare for his ambitious plan.

Gibb cultivated the mushrooms by magic here, and then handed them to the Fuehrer, in exchange for the warlock commando's command and material support. He planned to meet karu's coming again and overthrow camataj.

And the Fuehrer, through gibel's intermediary, can also get financial support from some people in Hellfire, because Sebastian is actually very rich.

One wants money, one wants strength, and the other wants power. These three people are made in heaven.

In this way, it makes sense. Although there are some twists and turns, this is the scene after the three different forces make use of each other.

Sometimes the vision is limited and we only look for solutions within the framework of allies, and many things will not seem particularly reasonable or ideal.

It's like Zhenglian. They know that sometimes it's easier to solve some problems by magic, but they prefer to send superman or Barry to send a wave because of the idea that it's better to let their own people contribute than to use outsiders.

Now the only question Su Ming has left is the last few points.

If gibel's Voodoo mushroom comes from Shaw, how does Shaw, as an Englishman, know that there are such mushrooms in Africa?

What's more, where is the Fuehrer hiding now and where is his memory backup? And who built all kinds of robots, big and small?

It is very interesting to see that there should be an ally or subordinate on the side of the head of state who does not plot anything.

Are you a spectator who wants to have fun? Su Ming knows that there are so many people in today's world.

Through the noisy corridor, the corpses were allowed to roar on the shelf. Su Ming didn't even know what they meant. They were just living corpses full of animal spirits. Their weapons were only nails and teeth, so there was nothing to worry about.

However, this scene has a zombie like sense of sight, which makes Su Ming miss.

Now that I'm in gib's lab, I'd like to see his research progress. If something too disgusting is destroyed, if it's useful, I'll bring it back to kamataj and let monak study it.

After all, they all play black magic. What inspiration does it have for the prince of magic?

He always asks others to help, but he also has to give him something sweet to taste. The magic Prince regards money as dirt, and only cares about his beard and rabbit. Su Ming also wants to cultivate more hobbies for him.

So the strangulation helped him search for things. The cloak was always searching for magic materials and props. Su Ming quickly looked through all kinds of magic books and experimental records here.

It has to be said that gibel did come up with something that might be useful, such as a liquid medicine.

The voodoo corpses here are more advanced in magic than the controlled US troops. They are almost genuine voodoo, but they are corpses after all. As time goes by, they will always have skin peeling off or nails and teeth falling off, so it is difficult to mix into the society to carry out some secret tasks.

So Jibo invented a magic drug that can restart the metabolic mechanism of the body, so that the nails and teeth of the dead can grow again. The same is true of the skin. In the formula, it is very clear that "the blood of the self-healing mutant is trace."

This trace made Su Ming sneer and confirmed the assistant of the other head of state.

It's useful. Maybe after monek's research and transformation, can this thing be used in living people? At least there are always people who want to have teeth or skin again, right?

Well, after the research comes out, we can find a way to mass produce it, and then we will give it to Holloway to sell it under his name, which is also an income.

In this era, ice cone therapy is regarded as an effective treatment, not to mention the emergence of a drug that can make people grow teeth. People in this era are very willing to believe in the "scientific miracle", which is far from the strong anti deceptive psychology of later generations.Simple, just like the residents of Gotham.

Unfortunately, after reading for a long time, the most useful information is the drug. Other experiments or inventions of gibel seem to be too absurd, even full of evil and madness in the eyes of normal people.

Su Ming asked himself that he was well-informed, but he still didn't know what effect Jibo could play by transplanting his head into a kangaroo by magic?

What's more, he has to transform the kangaroo so that it can grow wings? Can you exhaust like a skunk and use biochemical attacks?

What a mess? Gib seems to be crazy when he's doing the experiment.

Except for knowing that the base is located in the heart of Australia and has kangaroos that can be used for experiments, the conclusion of this experiment is useless.

The number of experimental reports on demonology is the most, that is, the most useless. Gibb seems to be studying through various experiments and reasoning why demons don't die in the main dimension, but the soul returns to the hell plane to be reborn.

The subject is good. It involves the balance theory of the soul of hell, but what is there to study? Just ask Mephisto or any demon to find out the answer!

So at the end of the day, Su Ming just recycled a few magic books, a little potion sample and a formula. Most of the things were rubbish in his opinion.

Even cloaks, which used to be able to scrape the ground three feet and sniff out magic objects like hounds, did not get much from it.

Find two magic rings, a little bit of low-level material with energy. Other dark magic and voodoo materials are too dirty, dirtier than the deacon, and the cloak doesn't want to touch them.

"Since the clue is not underground, it's upstairs, but it's not nothing. Ah, the mosquito legs are also meat. Make do with it."

Su Ming walked through the noisy corpse group again, chatted with the hanging easily, and pressed the elevator closing button.

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