The large culture jar had a separate package, and even the grayish-yellow sheen that emanated from itself in the dimly lit chamber could be noticed, not to mention the jar itself, which was filled with an unknown liquid and floated and rippling bodies. Above the height of a man is the only entrance to the entire cultivation unit, which is connected to the air and allows it to merge with the entire interior of the building.

The person in charge of the caretaker happened to be busy outside, and no one noticed the girl's body floating inside the device in the dark space. The girl's hair-wrapped head could not be identified by the light, but the smooth skin rendered by water stains alone could tell the age that would please any man.

Completely submerged in liquid is impossible compared to a girl who is far removed from her infancy, as it is for most people. No matter how much we appreciate and are infatuated with the amniotic fluid in the womb, the immaturity of the past will still drown those who try to return to their old age, and it is impossible for us to go back to the past to avoid trouble and danger.

The body in the jar will shake with each injection of the pipe, the swaying limbs will twist and occasionally make high-end movements, and sometimes the girl's body will unconsciously touch the glass on the edge of the jar, which will trigger a series of sleep reflexes. For hours, days, or even longer, even the people who guarded her were unwilling to manage her life and death, and insisted on completing the task indicators given by the leader, which was obviously more important than the life and death of the indicators themselves.

A light suddenly flashed in the darkness forbidden by time, far overshadowing the jar itself, and for a time it would make the person who walked in the light dizzy and could not see the girl's figure. However, the visitors did not find it bothering, as the switch that had been put in them turned off again, blocking the bright light outside the door.

Virgil, who had regained his vision and deepened his night vision, followed Floda as he approached the incubator, where the woman might have had her own name and experience, but these were not important to Virgil now. This insignificance has nothing to do with whether Virgil forgets or not, and when the cultivation is over, the girl's identity and existence will be rewritten, which is one of Virgil's many experiments.

Possessing a plural amount of true cores, Virgil also absorbed more from the knowledge of his ancestors, far more than he had learned as an apprentice at Wolmar. Now it's possible to make the entire Atlas an enemy. However, the other world and the present world are only the human realm in the realm of God's creation after all, and Virgil has never stepped into the realm of God from beginning to end, and the knowledge that belongs to the desire for thinking is still only at the level of a baby, just like the skin of a girl in a jar, young and immature, unable to withstand friction.

Not enough???

"Froda, what's the debris utilization rate on the other end of the pipe?" Rigorous questions appeared more than once in the mouths of the joking-loving leaders, and for these non-joking questions, the elven man was very skillful in checking the flow rate of the pipes in the air that was difficult to observe.

"Lord Virgil, the results of the research on the real nuclear fragments are sufficient, and we have squeezed a sufficient number of them. Using these thoughts, it is possible to completely tamper with the thinking of the real yàn body. However. Our efforts are to use the kernel of truth to tamper with the desire to think. Will playing this kind of game with just the core of reality be fruitful? ”

"So I said it's real, I want to see how much the core of truth can change people's consciousness." Virgil did not respond positively to Froda's concerns, and in fact the real Yàn had too many loopholes from the start.

Using the core of reality is the nature of the fragment of mental desire, it can be made aware of the individual (in this case, the Cultivation Jar Maiden). Thinking, emotions are manipulated, this is a kind of illusion enchantment, and the people who have mastered this ability are probably only Plantofield fighters except for Virgil. It is not enough to have this kind of deep hypnosis, and changing the human mind without authorization will not affect the trend of the world. However, it is different if the desire to think is associated, and the desire to use the mind can interfere with the surrounding qiē through the change of the individual's thinking, creating a chain reaction and finally controlling the whole world step by step.

For example, if the Ueno warrior is allowed to have this power, he doesn't need to just use one imaginary after another to deceive Darkincense, and the memories he tampered with with Darkincense will spontaneously affect those who originally knew Darkincense. For example, Hou Cunxin finally made the two of them look like passers-by after they meet. If you skillfully manipulate the true desires of the mind, you can even distort human nature and life itself more freely, which has to be said to be the greatest contempt for God.

Caught in the whirlpool of thoughts, Virgil immediately withdrew his thoughts, and the darkness in front of him once again took a few seconds to get used to. His eyes remained fixed on the target. Due to the information brought by Froda earlier, he said that the real thing was about to be completed, so that Virgil could personally arrive on the scene, and in today's camp of the Fallen, combat power is very valuable.

Sure enough, as Froda observed, the tank fluttered when Virgil got closer, as common as the country's frequent earthquakes. The air pressure inside the tank fluctuated, which could also be seen from the convulsion and deformation of the pipes, and the liquid rolled up with white foam, stirring and shaking the uncontrollable body back and forth.

After a few moments, the tank that had been instructed began to evacuate the liquid, and the glass itself released a soothing spirit child inside, and the glittering spirit child vibrated and enveloped the girl who stood out from the water, avoiding more damage and damage to the tank itself. When only one-sixth or less of the plane was left after the liquid was extracted, the suction power of the extraction disappeared, and the protective spirit child was extinguished.

The huge cultivation device made a muffled sound, and then the double-open glass itself could be removed without noise, and the glass that was visible without any gaps could actually be opened like an iron virgin. The air flow from the outside world intervened inside, and the steady air flow preserved in it immediately collapsed, and the iron virgin jar excreted a gray-white mist outward, and then pushed out the girl's body violently.

The girl who was pushed like a pop-up optical drive was still unconscious, but the beautiful face that had finally emerged from her hair was closed and she moved forward to the smooth stone brick floor without a trace. Under the gaze of the two men, the tragic image of the woman falling to the ground is about to come out, but things have not developed in this direction, and there is not even the drive to want to appear like this. The smooth and naked female body threw herself straight forward to the ground, but halfway through the recovery of her consciousness, the crumbling body was precisely activated. The girl's eyes widened to feel the angle between her body and the ground, and she quickly reached forward with her hand, her unstrong palm supporting the cold ground.

I thought that the push-up response was enough to be remarkable, but the girl was not satisfied, her soft limbs flicked back to her upper body, and her slender legs were inertia and rolled into the air in front of her, and her feet crossed a perfect arc and the somersault was completed. After only a second, the soles of the girl's feet were already firmly on the ground, and she had completed a balance like a steady gymnast.

Virgil didn't have any other thoughts about the stretching of the naked woman in front of him, there was no gender distinction in his eyes, and the trade-off was just function and effect. For this surprising effect, Virgil did not hesitate to change his state and applauded: "Okay, what a capability." ”

With such emotion, Virgil sees himself as the Creator Himself or as the mother who conceived this qiē. In addition to his joy, he saw that the girl was affected by the applause, and her body began to quickly put on a posture to meet her, without hostility and clear assertions, the girl in instinct took a posture and stroked her forehead slightly.

There were marks from the vicious turning of the previous pumping to the glass surface, and the bruises left by such a terrible impact that did not seem to be able to be removed in a few days. Virgil gave birth to a trace of pity, not for those who were hurt, but for the frustration that came from the uncontrollable change in the efficacy of creation.

Watching wasn't enough, Virgil tried to understand the new being, whatever she had been before, and now the woman was nothing more than his own. Although he analyzed the enemy in the same way as usual, Virgil found an unexpected gain, and he was able to resonate with the soul of this woman. Using the mind soaked in the true core of her own hands and feet, this woman's thoughts are now as completely exposed as her own dress.

"Is that stance trying to pull out the spike on the left and jump over to attack? No, there are two of us, and you don't even know the slightest bit. Virgil inexplicably traced the consciousness of the inquiry, and guessed, the woman's mind was in front of her, as if she was confessing, and after observing the girl's changed posture, Virgil spoke, "Ah, give up the attack and prepare to escape from the bottles and cans behind the other side?" No, you're still worried about my props, you're such a good boy. ”

Even if the woman's consciousness and thoughts change, in the end she can't escape Virgil's eyes, which is why she is infected with the True Core, from now on she is truly her own thing, and there is nothing that the owner cannot guess.

Virgil slowly approached, and what he saw was only satisfaction and smoothness, while the other party could not see through it at all, like a blind man in the realm of consciousness, only waiting for the coming slaughter. However, until Virgil approached, the girl was not slaughtered, nor was she treated strangely. Suddenly, the necromancer's movements were a little scary, but they were already done in a lightning instant.

To protect against the cold of the underground factory, Virgil and Froda wore cloaks on top of their coats. However, a second later, the cloak wrapped around the girl's body, and the supple texture immediately made the latter unable to move.

"I don't mean to hurt you, I have something for you to help with." The smiling necromancer was as unserious as ever, but the obedient girl didn't notice anything wrong.

"Unintentionally??? Harm??? Things ???" Gradually, the consciousness is rewritten, and the blank space is reshaped into a different state.