Chapter 217 Killing Machine Laboratory
At this moment, a man in a black robe slowly walked in. His figure was looming in the dim light, like a ghost walking out of the depths of darkness.
The dust on the ground was gently lifted up by his footsteps, and then slowly fell down, like a long-dormant memory being quietly awakened. The mist in the laboratory flowed slowly as he moved, wrapping around his ankles as if it had life.
Wherever the man passed, the air seemed to become heavier and colder, as if he brought not the breath of one person, but the chill of the entire winter.
His footsteps were so light, as if a feather was gently falling to the ground, making almost no sound.
Each step was like a carefully choreographed dance, light and precise, without disturbing the dust under his feet. He moved silently like a ghost, his figure appearing and disappearing in the dim light, as if blending into the surrounding darkness.
The man walked to a pillar and stopped. His movements were slow and steady, as if time had slowed down in front of him.
His eyes were fixed on the figure inside the pillar, his eyes revealing a kind of concentration and scrutiny.
He leaned slightly closer to the pillar, observing the people inside carefully without blinking.
The green liquid in the column gave off an eerie glow, illuminating his face so that it was half hidden in shadow and half illuminated by the light.
His eyes were sometimes sharp, as if they could penetrate all the fog; sometimes they became deep, as if he was thinking about some profound question.
Looking at the pillar standing in front of him, his face hidden in the shadow of the black robe couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining an imperceptible arc, a smile of satisfaction and complacency. He raised one hand and gently stroked the surface of the pillar, feeling its cold and hard texture.
"Humph, these are all my masterpieces." The man muttered to himself, with a hint of pride in his voice. His voice echoed in the silent laboratory, with a different kind of resonance, as if announcing his achievements to the entire space.
"Look at these perfect works, they will become the most powerful weapons in my hands." His tone rose slightly, full of confidence and pride.
"No one can stop me. The world will be under my control." He took a deep breath, as if enjoying the victory and glory of this moment.
"Those who have laughed at me and questioned me will pay the price for their ignorance." There was a ruthless look in his eyes, and his face looked even more sinister in the darkness.
He paced slowly in the laboratory, his steps steady and rhythmic, as if every step was measuring this territory that belonged to him.
His eyes swept over each pillar, with a look of scrutiny and expectation in them. His eyes were like those of a sharp hawk, not missing any detail.
"With the funding from the World Government, my research is progressing much more smoothly," he continued, his voice echoing in the empty laboratory with a hint of excitement that was hard to conceal.
"Those abundant resources and advanced equipment have made it easy to solve the problems that once troubled me one by one." He raised his head slightly, a smug look on his face, as if he was recalling the smooth journey.
He stopped in front of a pillar, stared at the humans soaking inside, and slowly said: "The humans here have all undergone special transformation and strengthening."
His fingers tapped the pillars lightly, making crisp sounds. "These killing machines have at least the strength of a quasi-general. Their bodies have been tempered to the limit, and every muscle contains amazing strength; their spirits have been reshaped, and their wills are as firm as steel, and they will not be swayed by fear and pain."
As he spoke, he continued to move forward along the passage between the pillars, never taking his eyes off the figures immersed in the liquid.
"You will be my most proud work and the weapon I use to subvert the world." His voice was full of fanaticism and ambition.
"If the experiment goes smoothly, it is not impossible to rival the admiral." His tone rose, and his eyes flashed with madness.
"By then, the whole world will tremble at my feet. What will the admirals of the navy be? They will also pale in comparison to my power. I will create a new order, an era dominated by me!" He opened his arms, as if to embrace the coming glory.
At this moment, the lights in the laboratory seemed to flicker with his emotions, and the liquid in the columns rippled slightly, as if responding to his bold words.
There was a fanatical light flashing in the man's eyes. The light was hot and intense, like a burning flame that would devour everything.
He stared at the figures in the pillars intently, as if he had already seen that his research results would bring about a tremendous earth-shaking impact.
His thoughts were flying as he imagined the future. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, revealing an almost insane smile.
He opened his arms, as if to embrace the supreme power and glory that was about to come. "I will become the master of this world, make new rules, and make everyone tremble under my feet!"
His voice was filled with endless arrogance and conceit, as if he already regarded the whole world as his own.
At this time, an assistant came running in, his footsteps were hurried, causing a slight sound of wind.
He ran to the man, panting, and whispered something in his ear.
The man's fanatical smile froze instantly, and his expression changed slightly, "What? The Speed Sword Ghost is so powerful? The masked man was easily killed by him?"
His voice was full of surprise and disbelief, and his brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep groove.
His eyes became gloomy and fierce, and he fell into a brief contemplation. The atmosphere in the laboratory suddenly became oppressive and tense, as if the air had solidified.
After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and said through gritted teeth: "Speed up the experiment, I want to make these killing machines more powerful, and I must not let the Speed Sword Ghost hinder my plan!"
His words exploded in the laboratory like thunder, with unquestionable firmness and decisiveness.
The assistant nodded in response, and beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He just turned around and quickly left. His figure quickly disappeared into the dark corner of the laboratory, leaving only a burst of hurried footsteps.
The man in black robe looked at the pillars again, his eyes full of expectation and ambition.
His eyes seemed to penetrate the green liquid and see directly the powerful and invincible future of the killing machine inside. "Sakukengui, you are just a small obstacle on my road to success. I will let you know the consequences of going against me and Lord Yimu."
He muttered to himself, his hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white from the effort.
He paced back and forth between the pillars, constantly thinking of a more perfect transformation plan in his mind. "I want to give them more powerful strength, faster speed, and tougher defense."
He stopped and fixed his gaze on a pillar, where a figure was swaying slightly in the liquid. "I will make them invincible and make the whole world tremble."
At this moment, the lights in the laboratory seemed to sense his strong emotions and flickered more frequently and rapidly.
The sounds from those complex instruments became louder, as if responding to his inner desire and determination.
The man took a deep breath, calmed himself, then turned and walked into the depths of the laboratory, where there was more work waiting for him to complete and more secrets waiting for him to uncover.
