"Muscle fibers are relaxed, nerve reflexes are sluggish, bones are weak, cells are low, and hemoglobin levels are ......," Griffith's eyes flashed with a faint silver light, reporting on Giaman's physical condition one by one. His face was a little pale because he had just woken up, but his face was calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.

"Congenital genes are poor, perennial malnutrition, coronary heart disease ......"

“…… What the hell did Rotodil combine with to give birth to this kind of thing, even if his father was a slug, with Rotodil's strong genes, he shouldn't be so weak. ”

Puzzled, Griffith could only convince himself again with the rotten egg theory:

"It seems that the top priority is to strengthen this body."

Griffith stretched out his right hand, his index finger and ring finger interlocked, and placed it flat on his chest, then slowly unfolded.

A streak of silver slowly spread from the back of the hand to the index finger along the veins of his right hand, and then gathered, dyeing the entire finger a hard silver-white.

The blood continued to gather, and the silvery-white color beating like a heartbeat began to emit a soft glow, from weak to strong, and in a short time it was able to brighten up the entire dark room.

Griffith's index finger was swollen like a winter turnip due to the infusion of blood, and it was still swelling with the beating of his pulse.

Finally, with a cracking sound, the skin of Griffith's right index finger was finally broken, and the thick blood burst open, not red or silver, but a rare gray-green. With a flick of Griffith's hand, the gray blood gathered together and floated in mid-air into the shape of a sphere.

It turned out that Griffith's slender index finger had been blown off at the root, and in its place was a slender and hard claw, which stretched out from the position of the original index finger - this was the incarnation of one of the claws of the Great Demon Causal Beast.

The claws were, rough and hard like fine crocodile skin. The front edge of the claw has a sharp 'nail', which does not cover the upper end of the **, but grows directly from Griffith's**, cold and sharp like a blade.

After summoning the beast claws of the main incarnation, Griffith immediately looked a little tired, and it was obvious that the growth of the beast claws had consumed a lot of his strength.

But this is only a prelude to strengthening the body of Jiaman.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Griffith to finger the 'blade' on the tip of the beast's claw, and moved his finger to cut a strange arc in the air. The trail was a strange oval, pure silvery white, and it floated faintly in the air, not dissipating, the same color as the blood that had just flowed into Griffith's index finger.

In the face of the silver-white circle, Griffith clenched his fist and slammed it with his right hand with the claws of the beast, and the space divided by Griffith's index finger turned out to be like a thin panel, twisting and collapsing, revealing the dark space inside.

Griffith, who had slipped the space with his index finger, was even weaker, and he dug his right hand deep into the 'black hole', fumbling for a while, and finally found something like a ball of yarn.

"Douglas Protoplasm...... Is there only a trace left? Griffith muttered to himself.

Douglas is a mass of musculature in the abdomen of the Gulen demon Douglas. Douglas is one of the several great demons in the Gulen era who are famous for their strength, because of their strength, even if they can't use elemental power in their lifetime, they still rarely fail.

The Douglas protein protoplasm in Griffith's hand was obtained by chance, and it has been placed in the heterogeneous triangle, ready to exchange the black hole ring with another powerful demon. But he didn't expect that before the exchange began, he suffered an accident and fell, and even a whole piece of protein protoplasm at that time was only a trace of the epidermis left in the long years of ablation.

In the Gulen era, there was only one effect of Douglas protein, which was to enhance the user's ** strength. This is actually a process of contamination, with the help of the powerful radiation and pollution power of the proteoplasm, the user's muscle pollution is assimilated into a structure similar to that of Dougla**.

Of course, the strength of the polluted ** is definitely different from that of Dogra, but compared to those ** fragile demons, the cost performance is still quite attractive.

Because Griffith's physical strength was already quite amazing back then, and Dougla's physical genes were incompatible with him, he kept it until now and did not use it, but he didn't expect that this was something like chicken ribs in his hands, and one day it would be used on himself again.

"Although there is only a trace of it, it should be enough for the current body."

Griffith pulled the wool-like milky orb apart, starting with his right hand and wrapping it around his body in many circles. The demon's remnants were so careful and strange that even the ends of the human body, toes, and ears were entangled—making him look like a mummy.

With that done, Griffith raised his right hand and straightened his body.

"Well, that's the only thing left."

Griffith plunged his right hand into the 'black hole' again, and the entire forearm that was wrapped around the white ball of thread reached in and stirred for a moment, pulling out an egg-like metal shell.

It was a bronze thing, with a texture like bronze, but it was much heavier than bronze. The metal case is densely painted with scales and numbers, and the shadows of three hands of different lengths rotate faintly on the surface of the case, like a clock, and from time to time make a ticking sound.

"The Clock of Gutrumba."

It is rumored that Gutrumba is a race that has fallen into the cycle of time and space because of its ability to distort time, and this race has distorted time because of its pursuit of eternity, and they have magnified time to unit points to achieve the purpose of immortality.

Of course, the Gutrumba clan failed, and the clock in Griffith's hand was a high imitation of the objects of that race. Its function is also to warp time, but the distortion is not large, and the start-up cost is not small.

When Douglas Protoplasm and Gutrumba's clock were removed, Griffith's Extradimensional Triangle entrance automatically closed and vanished.

There's a reason why Griffith took out Gutrumba's clock, although the Douglas protein essence is a treasure that has an effect on the big demon, but for the now fragile Giaman, it is tantamount to a poison fueled by seedlings - after all, that thing comes from the body of the big demon, although there is only a trace left and it has been washed away for countless years, but its pollution is still too domineering.

Based on Griffith's current physical condition, the consequence of using Douglas progen directly is that he is completely assimilated within an hour, and then loses himself and becomes a half-doppelganger of Dogella.

In order to be able to absorb the power of Douglas's flesh and blood, Griffith had to find a way to prolong the contamination of the protoprotein. And Gut Rumba happens to be able to distort the time it takes for Douglas to assimilate into the body from an hour to a whole year.

With the raw materials and materials in place, Griffith began to prepare for the fusion of Douglas.

It stands to reason that in order to achieve a better fusion effect, Griffith had better rest for a few months, recuperate Jiaman's body and then assimilate Dogra.

But Griffith didn't have time, and after waking up early and forcibly summoning one of his true claws, Griffith was already weakened to the extreme. The terrible war of the Gulen era hurt him so badly that Griffith still suffers from it, and his subjective consciousness can sleep at any moment and at any moment.

"We have to hurry."

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The original Douglas protein wrapped around the whole body was tightened again in a knotted manner until Griffith's emaciated body was strangled by the tough milky white silk thread.

Griffith's face and movements looked sickly stiff due to the tightening and lack of oxygen, but his hands were very nimble, and in a few moments he carved a large number of intricate bright silver patterns in the air and on the ground.

The intricate patterns are automatically rotated and braided, and in a matter of seconds, they are combined into a strange three-dimensional body composed of pure silver threads. As soon as the three-dimensional model appeared, it was like a magnet that attracted all the metals around it.

All kinds of steel nails, hangers, kitchen knives, and bed legs flew towards the model one by one, and they were only halfway flying, like snow under the hot sun, turning into a pool of molten iron, and then pulling into a bright silk thread, filling and accumulating along the trajectory of the three-dimensional model in the void.

Fifteen minutes later, a strange silver machine with a height of more than half a meter and a weight of 50kg was born with the help of a three-dimensional model. It has an egg-shaped groove at the top, and the groove arm is a pink fleshy mass with moist mucus and wriggling tentacles.

The interior of the strange machine is complex and mysterious, like an engine, and the rumbling sound of blades rubbing against the air is constantly coming from the inside.

Griffith put Gutrumba's clock into the spherical blood that had just been collected floating in the front of his body, and as soon as Gutrumba's clock touched the gray-green liquid, it suddenly came to life, swallowed it with a large 'mouth', and spun to absorb the liquid around the shell into the middle of the sphere.

It was a strange picture, and anyone who saw it would think of a man who had been hungry for three days and suddenly saw a shiny roasted whole lamb rushing to eat it.

When Gutrumba's clock had finished its 'meal' and returned to its normal bronze color, Griffith carefully hooked it with his right 'index finger' and placed it in the groove at the top of the strange machine.

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