"After the language has been collected and translated, do you want to accept it?"

A prompt came from the personal chip, and after Neam chose to receive it, the surrounding sounds that were not too noisy took on meaning.

"If you come here from your clan that has passed the ordinary body test, you will be able to collect germ cells later, and after the collection, you can receive five people's daily necessities..."

"Fellows who have passed the warlock's test come here to inject stabilization reagents, and the demon cell transplant will start two hours later..."

Warlock, demon cell transplantation, these are two key words, Neam wandered behind them, quietly took a stabilizing reagent, opened it and dipped it a little in his mouth, and found that this is a medicine that ensures that the root of life will not collapse, the effect is very good, no worse than the same kind of medicine made by the Fourth Holy Tower, which contains a small amount of harmful substances, this should be a mutated vaccine.

The maintainers of these orders are supposed to be the Warlocks, who... It's terrifying, there are more or less mutated tissues on the body, this is definitely not a benign phenomenon, they are consuming the life force of the warlocks.

And the energy they emitted was no different from demonic energy at first glance.

Neam stayed here for a moment, then turned to the other side after recording.

This side is another situation, the order is still in order, the creatures are mechanically lined up, holding pieces of monster flesh in their hands, these flesh and blood are even low with disgusting blood, but these creatures are not willing to waste even a little blood, even if it is very painful to swallow, they still do not let them fall at will.

"The food synthesizer will start working in five minutes, and the working time will be one hour..."

The Food Synthesizer is a rudimentary five-meter-tall machine, not to mention the principles of its application, and the manufacturing process is not even as good as that of the mage's ancient times, with exposed power cores and pipes, chimneys emitting suspiciously colored smoke, and loud noises that sound like they are about to fall apart during activation.

After five minutes, the noise subsided a bit, and an entrance and exit opened up and down the surface of the machine, and the creatures in line stepped forward in silence, throwing the monster flesh into the entrance above.

"A kilogram... Three kilograms...", a voice came from the machine, reporting the weight of the filling.

Soon the flesh was filled, and the noise became louder again, and Neam could see that the flesh began to decompose inside the machine, and the decomposed flesh flowed into the production line for reprocessing and synthesis, becoming a black-purple gel flowing out of the outlet below, being mechanically split into equal pieces, and then the creatures in the queue stepped forward again in silence to take their rightful part.

Neam didn't need to get a sample to know that it contained the energy necessary for ordinary life, and it must not be tasty, but at least it was harmless and could keep people alive.

He also noticed that the ratio of input and gain was not equal, but the creatures did not complain about it, they were accustomed to it, and after receiving the supplies, they carefully put them away, and then turned away from the city and returned to the wilderness.

An hour passed quickly, several food synthesizers stopped working punctually, and Neam turned back to the other side.

The warlocks entered the city with several teams, and there was a protective layer on the periphery of the city, and its strength could block up to three levels of magic, and it was more about shielding the void radiation and suppressing the effect of the warlock's own energy on the damage of ordinary people.

There were more warlocks in the city, resting in dilapidated houses, their bodies surging with xenomorphic aura, looking like the monsters, but Neam knew they were suppressing the Organizational Deviant in this way.

They were waiting for the next attack of the monsters.

The warlock led the queue to a workshop full of tanks and brought them to both sides as they had been allocated, starting with the germ contributors, who had been sterilized and then walked into the tank to soak in liquid.

A hideous cold tube was inserted into their bodies, and they could clearly be seen shaking with pain, and their bodies were spurting blood from cracks, which were immediately repaired by the liquid, and the concentration of the liquid was reduced and thinned in the process.

Thirty seconds later, the incubator opened, and the devotee was sent out, slumped to the ground on unsteady footsteps, but stood up on his own without support, dressed and took the gel food and left straight out of the city.

Not a word was said the whole time, even though he or she was already weak and unsteady, even though they knew they didn't have a few days to live.

Neuham entered the factory and found that there were more small tanks, mostly embryos and a small number of babies, and some warlocks in tight isolation suits were carefully removing the fully grown babies and injecting them with potions.

"Unqualified... Unqualified..."

"Qualified!"

Rather than being discarded, the unqualified individuals were placed in a secondary tank, while the qualified individuals were placed in a higher tank, where the nutrient solution was filled with energy.

At this time, a voice from outside came into Neam's ears: "Demon cell transplantation begins, and the warlock on standby is ready to obliterate it." ”

From the room on the other side of the factory stepped out the high-level warlocks who were also wearing isolation suits, and they imprisoned a fourth-level monster in their own way, and then silently dissected its body and removed the cells from the parts close to the energy core.

The transplanted ones were also dissected open, revealing their hearts and brains, and the warlocks approached them with demon cells and transplanted them into their bodies.

What happened next was brutal.

Neam admits that their means are not weak, but due to limited resources, they do not have a complete security system, and the rejection of all transplanted people is very violent, and the random parts of the body of the successful person are replaced by monster tissues, and they instantly become extraordinary beings and are qualified to use demonic energy, and the loser mutates all over his body, directly becomes a monster, and is obliterated by the warlock on standby.

The number of people who fail is far greater than the number of people who succeed.

However, no one cared about this tragedy, neither the performer nor the transplanted.

The operator mechanically performed the operation, and the transplanted person watched numbly as his companion succeeded or died, and there was no trace of panic in the team, and this silence had a solemn flavor.

The operation was all over after three hours, and only one hundred and eighty-two of the nearly 1,000 transplanted patients survived, and it was easy to see from Neuham's eyes that they had gained strength but had lost most of their functions as a healthy being, including various sensations, and... Reproductive ability, in the next life process, in addition to fighting monsters and then sacrificing, there is only a fight against mutated body tissues, and after success, they will become stronger to a limited extent, and failure is only a dead end.

Neam left the 'arsenal' and wandered the city.