"I think I know what those things are for." Draenor suddenly stopped, reaching out and gesturing at the rows of glass columns on the side.

What made him care was the column closest to him, and the pipe at the top connected it to the flower board. The pillar of glass had shattered, and a disgusting bright green liquid had spilled all over the floor, and it was not difficult to tell from the shards of glass scattered on the ground that it had been broken from the inside.

"It is an extraction machine, which soaks the human body in it and uses a needle to pierce the skull to extract the brain marrow developed by the moon seed. But because of the culture medium, those poor people who were tortured could not die at all, and could only continue to grow brain tissue like domestic animals, and then be pumped away little by little along that pipe. Lopud turned to him and explained, the dim light dividing his three-dimensional features into two sides, like a wax figure without temperature.

This description is exactly the same as the scene in Draenor's impression. Two months ago, the moment he woke up from his coma, he found himself in a similar glass column juice...

It's really dangerous, if it weren't for the White Refining Fire, would my brain marrow also become the nourishment of the Moon Seed...... Draenor got goosebumps and distracted him by filling the magazine with a bullet.

The group passed through the area where the glass pillars were erected, and before they could take a few more steps, Lopud turned out the kerosene lamp and put it on the lin.

"Dude, are you going to tell any ghost stories?" Michelle expressed his doubts to him in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"No, look at those things."

The two of them looked in the direction the exorcist was pointing, and beside the dilapidated instruments lay two rows of metal jars, several of which had been completely opened, and the black liquid contained in them could be seen.

"It's 'black water', it's a flammable substance that explodes at the slightest touch of open flame...... It seems that the Azra were prepared for the failure of their cultivation, and if the Lunar Seed did not develop in the direction they had hoped, they would set fire to the jars and wipe out all the experimental machinery and subjects in this level. ”

But it turns out that the Yazra and the test subjects who were originally here have disappeared...... Draenor muttered inwardly as he walked towards the work table he had noticed earlier, where there was a mass of something obscured by black robes, perhaps Azrao's corpse.

Catching a glimpse of a folder on the sleeve of the robe, Draenor picked it up with curiosity, flipped through the pages, and noticed a growing mess of Misarian handwriting.

"On November 20th, the experiment went very smoothly, except for an unexpected ...... The 3rd Experimental Group believes that Minister Baucrum's plan has been mistaken, and that the 'fungus' does not become a substitute for the brain cells of the Lunar Seed, it is a parasite and is highly contagious......"

"On November 30, it began to spread...... We can't control these ghosts, so Team Leader Atlier sent someone to take the potentially infected experimenters to the second floor, and they are to be locked in an isolation room for observation...... But we all knew that they were thrown into that hole......"

"On December 5th, I unplugged the transfer tubes of several extractors and left the poor worms struggling to break through the glass to escape. It's funny, I'm crazy about them, even Atlil thinks so...... In fact, I am the only one who knows that all the participants in this experiment are crazy, and the fungus has taken root in our brains, and no one has been spared. ”

"On the 7th of December, Minister Baucrum betrayed the Empress, and he left the island with the Confederate forces, leaving us and the Empress abandoned...... It's ironic that now even the Empress no longer believes in this 'great plan', and we are trapped in a nightmare and will never wake up again......"

(Unknown date)...... The Seed of the Moon is alive! The Empress gave it life with her own blood! We did it! I hear them calling me...... They are waiting for me, goodbye, everything I love, I have to join them......"

Cocooning guys...... Draenor tossed the paper on the table, feeling no pity for what had happened to Azra, but the strange descriptions did give him an ominous blessing

The crushing extractor, the viscous liquid everywhere, and the clothes left behind by the Yazra...... The disaster described in the logs did happen.

But what is it that kills them? If it's a fungus, where is the body?

Confused, Draenor seemed to see the rags on the side of the work table shake rapidly, only to look back and find that there was only a rag left, leaving a trail of mollusks crawling on the ground, a fluorescent slime.

"Lopud, Michelle......"

He stiffened back, hoping to make his two companions hear him without alarming any monsters.

"Goo...... Gollum ......"

There was a wriggling sound overhead, and he followed the trail of the sound and slime towards the wall, and a pale mass of flesh appeared less than ten meters away from him. The thing looked like a slug that had been magnified hundreds of times, but at the tip of the triangle there was a human skull, and two pairs of tentacles, one long and one short, poked out of the eye sockets, followed by two withered arms.

These killed the Yazra...... Draenor heard the footsteps of his companions approaching, and raised his gun in his right hand, the muzzle of the gun gradually aimed at the head of the ghost.

……

"Don't push yourself too hard, you need to eat something."

Jeanne pulled a slightly shriveled can from her pocket and handed it to Leonia, which she had picked up on the observation deck shortly after waking up. Originally, supplies were very scarce, because of the previous catastrophe, almost all the cans prepared in the cabin fell under the tower, and this canned food that could not fill their stomachs at all was the only food they had at present.

They were now somewhere on the third floor of the Tower of Babel, in a room where no signs of life had been lit, fueled mostly by scraps of wood from gargoyles' lair, in addition to a few discarded yellowed books.

Leonia took the can with gratitude, and the warm flame shone on her face, making her feel the warmth she hadn't felt for a long time.

"Do you think they're going to come to us?"

The cramped space reverberated with the crackling sound of burning wood, and the dead silence in the corridor behind her made her feel extremely uneasy, if there was anything more terrifying than beasts and monsters, it must be this empty unknown.

Jeanne was convinced that they would come, but she didn't know what to do with Leonia, because she didn't decide where to go next, but at least she couldn't just sit at the fire and wait. The warmth would soon wear off, and by that time, they would have to go deeper into the tower, knowing what would await them.

"Boom!!"

"Come over here!!"

A gruff voice came from the end of the corridor like thunder with the sound of metal knocking, and Jeanne recognized it as Michelle's voice for the first time. Sure enough, they came, on their own level, and they seemed to be in some trouble.

"Sister Jeanne!" Leonia rustantly pulled her short fire bolt from her belt and stared nervously at Jeanne.

By this time, Jeanne had pulled out her dagger and held it in her hand, leaning against the door and looking towards the end of the corridor.

"Finish eating, Leonia, it's our turn."