A fish-man slowly opened his eyes.

“wm...... ma?” The fish-man's vision was blurred, his breath was weak, and his life was in danger.

What he saw was a white expanse of light.

His call was not answered, but he heard the sound of metal staggering from time to time.

The crisp sound reminded the fish-man of the sound of swords colliding, and he suddenly remembered it.

He remembered - he was fighting before he fell unconscious! His goal was to board the giant Terran warship, but as he climbed, he looked up and spotted a giant!

The giant, armed with a mace, swept over.

Sharp pain and darkness hit him, and he faintly heard the cracking of his own bones, and then the sound of himself falling into the water.

After that, he didn't know anything.

“gwall?” The fish-man spoke again.

His vision gradually became clearer.

The white light in front of him gradually diminished, and he found himself in a room.

This room is very quirky, both the walls and the ceiling are metal.

He also found himself tied to a long, cold table, which was also metal.

The fish-man wondered if he had been captured by the Terrans, and was now in that big ship?

"wmgm!wmgm!" he shouted as he struggled.

"Don't shout, your end is already doomed. An indifferent voice came from above the fish-man's head.

The fish-man was stunned, he couldn't understand the meaning of the words, but he understood that it was the language of the Terrans.

Because he was lying flat, he looked up in the direction of his head, looking for the owner of the voice.

He did it.

He saw an old man of the Terrans, with a pair of glasses, a white beard, and powerful fingers in his hands, holding two daggers.

It is also inaccurate to say that it is a dagger, it is more like a dinner knife.

The fish-man immediately shuddered and roared in terror. Because he saw that this old man of the Terran race was holding out the two metal knives in his hand to himself!

The fish-man struggled frantically, bursting with power he didn't expect.

But it didn't work!

He was so tightly tied that he could barely move.

The Terran elder slowly and forcefully sliced the metal knife into the flesh of the fish-man.

The fish-man suddenly felt a metallic coldness, which made him shiver from the depths of his soul.

Then he saw that the old man of the Terran was slowly slicing his arm open. The two metal knives were sharper than he had ever imagined, and he had never seen such sharp weapons in his life!

The Terran old man cut a thin straight line and pulled out a long wound.

He then opened the wound, revealing the tendons, blood vessels, subcutaneous fat, and so on.

"Oooh. The old man of the Terran let out an exclamation, his eyes revealing a faint look of joy that was met with curiosity.

He bent down and pressed a pair of glasses closer to the wound to examine it closely.

After watching it for a while, the old man of the human race was not satisfied? Put down the metal knife in your hand and replace it with a pair of metal hooks.

He uses a metal hook in one hand and picks up the wound on the other? Digging deep into the tendons? Open it up and take a look.

He's cautious? I cherish it very much, like looking at some of the ancient books that are not well preserved and will be broken when touched. After looking at a location? Is he going to change to another position? Read on.

After checking the forearm, the old man put down all the metal tools in his hand and walked to the other table? Buried in the record.

From the fish-man's point of view? He couldn't see what the old man had written? All you can see is his quill sketching on paper.

Seems to be documented? The old man of the Terran is back with the fish-people? Picked up the metal knife and hook again.

"wwaga!lwamlwam!!" the fish-man roared at the old man.

The old man turned a deaf ear? His expression was extremely calm.

This calmness deepens the fear in the hearts of fishmen several times!

After that, the fish-man watched as his body was scarred by the old man.

The old man of the Terran studied his arms, studied his chest, studied his thighs? Not even the base of his thighs.

Every place you've studied? He recorded them all.

Fishman yelling? He felt that his right arm and left leg were not working.

Because the old man of the Terran broke his key tendons.

The old man suddenly took out a metal rod? Placed in the Fish-Man's large open mouth when it called.

The fishman's mouth was suddenly stuck, and he could only open it wide and could not close it.

The old man changed two metal tools with very slender handles? Dip into the fish-man's mouth and begin to study the structure of its mouth.

The fish-man clenched his fists and kicked his legs, and at first he felt a cotton wool thing scraping around in his mouth. Then he felt a knife cut off a small piece of his tongue.

There was a wound on the tongue, and the blood was not stopping.

The old man of the Terran immediately stopped the bleeding for him.

Then, he took out a small saw and began to saw the teeth of the fishman!

In the end, as if it wasn't fun, he picked up a small hammer and small pliers, and bloodily pulled out several teeth of the fishman.

The fish-men couldn't call anymore.

Severe pain continued to come from his arms, chest, mouth, etc., and he was tormented to the point of madness.

The Terran Ancestor recorded for a while, and when he came back, his movements changed from the previous refinement and became drastic.

He completely dissected the fish-man's belly, exposing his heart, stomach, intestines, and more into the air.

The eyes of the old man seemed to be shining, constantly observing the internal organs of the fish-men, and from time to time he would stretch out his hand to provoke the stomach or pull the intestines.

The fish-man broke down and made a whining crying sound, and he began to weep and remain motionless.

The old man of the Terran is like a deaf man, still immersed in research.

After a while, he finally raised his head and picked up the shovel-like metal tool.

The fish-man was already numb, but when he noticed that the small metal shovel of the old man of the Terran was getting closer and closer to his eyes, he struggled frantically again like an electric shock.

But it didn't work, he couldn't move it at all.

He cried out to his gods, screaming indistinctly, but eventually the pain still hit.

He saw the color of blood red, and then darkness.

The sharp pain of losing his eyes made him faint again, and the old man of the human race hurriedly took out a potion and poured it into the fish-man's mouth.

The fish-man suddenly came to his senses again. He is now bent on dying, but he can't!

He was completely devastated.

Blood and tears continued to flow from the hollow eye sockets, and the whole body collapsed on the metal countertop, more like a dead corpse than a dead corpse.

The old man of the human race is none other than Cang Hu.

He studied the eye structure of the fish-man and praised it: "The pupil dilatation and focus of the fish-man are more than ten times that of the human race. At the bottom of the sea, when light is scarce, their pupils dilate with all their might, catching every ray of light. When they reach the surface, their pupils shrink dramatically and they adapt to the sunlight. ”

"If I can work out a spell, or a potion, that will make the fish-man's pupils lose control and spread naturally to the maximum. Then if we don't kill, these fish-people will be directly blinded by the bright light. ”

Greybeard buried his head in recording his findings.

He was filled with joy.

Dissecting the Fish-Man made his academic work one more small step closer to completion.

At this time, he suddenly felt something, and his eyes shifted to the fish-man.

The fish-man finally died at this moment.

Cangsu immediately flipped through his pocket watch to record the time, so that he had a clear statistic about the limits of the fish-man's physical and mental endurance.

After recording the data, Cangsu hurriedly used the necromancy ghost creation again.

This spell has a chance of failing.

This time, he failed.

Cangsu didn't care.

Throw the fish-man carcass away and exchange it for another sleeping fish-man captive, who is tied to the bloodied metal countertop.

The beard began to dissect again.

He is very diligent.

Under his expressionless face is his curiosity about the unknown and his thirst for knowledge.

He has the inner spiritual quest of a first-class magician.

If it weren't for the bloodline restricting him, his achievements would never be stuck at the level of black iron.

One by one, the fishmen were captured on the metal countertop, and then turned into corpses.

Some corpses are of little value, and the beard is used to practice their own necromancy.

Sometimes, when the ghost is successfully created, the barosu will question it and get some information.

Some corpses have better souls, and Cang Xu transforms them into soul crystals.

Some of the fish-men were used by him to forcibly extract memories in an attempt to create engrams of engrams.

When the last fish-man captive dies, Cangsu is still unsatisfied: "There are not enough samples, far from enough." ”

"The captain has some more, maybe I can talk to him?"

Just as he was concentrating on dissecting the fish-man, somewhere under the sea, a red light appeared.

All fish-people are converted by the blood core.

The fish-man boy closed his eyes and stared, perceiving for a moment, and sighed: "The brown scale bloodline has been added a lot, and it has not been collected yet." ”

He could now become a full blue-scaled fishman, but this bloodline was only bronze-grade.

The Brown Scaly Bloodline is black iron, and it is not an ideal target.

However, the Righteous Pirates wiped out a fish-man tribe, but they still couldn't gather the Brown Scaly bloodline.

"Although there are many fishmen, the proportion of transcendents is very low, far less than that of the human race. ”

"Among the major races, the dragon clan has the highest proportion of transcendents. But the total population of the dragons is also far inferior to that of the human race. ”

"This may be one of the reasons why the Terrans have become the hegemon of the world today. ”

The number of fishmen killed by the boy was not small, but none of the black iron bloodlines were collected.

"It's not enough, it's not enough. The boy shook his head.