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During the New Year, Cesar stayed at the academy to celebrate the New Year with Snow and Tatammers, two older single necromancers, with Mourinho and Bakken staying with him. The former had nowhere to go, and the latter tutored at Snow and could not return home.

The life of the black molars is still uneventful, without a trace of waves, as if the calm before the storm falls.

At the other end of Big 6, the Dark Ring is at its headquarters in Middle-earth, and a conspiracy is being staged against the Marcus family.

The person in charge of the Dark Ring's activities in Middle-earth is a middle-aged man with a mustache on his chin, with an ordinary appearance, an inch head, a large tearing scar on his temple, and a high hooked nose, giving people a stereotypical feeling.

In the room he was, there were three more people. Marcas's old enemy, Filimon, leaned against the sand with a blank face, holding a magazine in his hand and reading in silence. On the back of the sand behind him, the crow that could speak was chattering with relish on a piece of chicken.

Beside Philippon, there was also a beautiful woman holding a small mirror and humming a little song, cross-legged to touch up her makeup, because the foundation was too thick, it was impossible to tell her specific age. But judging from the voice, it should be a mature royal sister. Behind her, there is an equally stinky macaw.

In front of the two of them, there was also a man in black with a mask on his face. At first glance, his status was one level lower than that of the two high-ranking fighters, and he could only kneel on the ground.

"How's the intelligence gathering?" Glancing at the two of them angrily, the person in charge turned to look at the masked man who was kneeling on the ground and asked.

"Lord Hui, Yiqiē is still investigating!" the masked man replied emotionlessly.

"It's been two years. What the hell are you eating?" the person in charge rubbed his temples in pain, angry to death. It has been two years since Philippon attacked Marcus without authorization, and Nanzhou has urged countless times, but his side has not achieved any results at all, and up to now, the group of guys under his command have sent countless spies to investigate Marcas's old bottom, and the reply so far is still 'under investigation'......'.

"According to the information available, Marcus is a direct descendant of the Sin Clan, and is by no means comparable to ordinary Hell Half-blood. The world of Ceylon may not find a second. The value is extremely high, and whether the research of the headquarters can break through is all on him. And he has long been aware of our actions and purposefully improved our strength. The increase is exaggerated. Our plans change all the time. At the beginning of this year. He slaughtered two 'pulse' level gods with his own hands. It's several times stronger than the Marcas I first met. Besides, we can't be sure if Ceylon 6 still has his people......? looked at the person in charge with a regretful face.

"What level has he been promoted to now, and are you two sure to deal with him together?" asked the person in charge, rubbing his forehead.

"To tell you the truth?" Philemon tilted his head and whispered, "He has grown too fast, the two of us have joined forces, and there is no chance to win him, the Sin Clan is really extraordinary, no wonder the headquarters has been obsessed with it." ”

"That's enough! There's no good news, and if you don't do anything like this, go back to the jail!" said the person in charge angrily.

"My lord, Borg has given us a message, but the content is too exaggerated, and it is still being determined. The masked man spoke suddenly.

"Oh? ”

"Marcus has gone crazy and is hitting the scourge level. The masked man said honestly.

"Poof. Philemon squirted out a gulp of the drink, and the lady next to him moved back in disgust, not wanting to get too close to this guy.

"Ahem, cough, what are you talking about? Impact disaster? Are you joking? Two years ago, he was still in the lower position, and the further he goes, the more difficult it is to break through, even if he kills two gods, he may not be able to enter the top of the harm, why impact disaster? Even if he finds the right vein of the world, it is impossible. The person in charge sank his face and said unhappily, "You have no achievements, and don't make up this kind of thing to fool people." ”

"Based on the message from Borg, it's more than sixty percent likely. The masked man boldly replied.

"Really?" the person in charge was stunned for a moment and asked, "woe, he got the corresponding land?"

"Yes, Marcus hasn't been out for half a year, and has been living in seclusion on a farm in the countryside. Except for the werewolf guards around him, the other minions were dismissed. We hired a mercenary to test Marcas, and he was killed without making a sound, and ordinary harms can't do that. In addition, Borg has vaguely revealed similar information. The masked man reported honestly.

"It's, but it's not necessarily true. That mercenary was hired by me personally, and his strength is not bad. If Marcus is really attacking the scourge, then this is our last chance to capture him while he is still unsuccessful. The royal sister, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"Let's determine the grade of the land first. Without the level of land, it is impossible to calculate the limits of Marcas, and no matter how perfect the plan is, it is in vain. Felimon said.

"The risk is too great, the Hell Direct Line is really rare, it must be successful at the first time!" the person in charge sighed, and continued, "Forget it, I've endured it for so many years, and I don't care about waiting for a while." By the way, how are his two descendants doing?"

"Back to my lord, Dorothy has gone to the castle of the Fandro family. Borg said not to hit her attention again, otherwise the cooperation would be a two-way deal. As for Cesar, his hiding place has not yet been determined, but the growth of death energy in his body is obvious, and it should be related to the Northern Underworld, and we are investigating. The masked man replied.

"The old bat really knows how to do business, and he just takes a piece of the spoils of war if he just talks. Sue him, don't just watch the show and don't make a difference, help me find out the level of that land, and introduce the members of the Golden Vein for me, otherwise Dorothy will have to take it back! As for Cesar, spend more money to find a professional to investigate, even if you can't catch Marcus alive, you must catch him! This is the minimum requirement. The person in charge said.

"Understood. What's next? Inquire about the level of the land and the whereabouts of Cesar, and then do it? We don't have enough manpower here, so let's send some more people from the headquarters. Felimon said.

"How can you only send your own people, and you know how precious the land that can attack the calamity is, right?" the person in charge sneered.

"That kind of thing is the vein of the world. We don't need it. Huh, what do you mean?" Philemon was stunned for a moment.

"Of course it's hired killers! We don't need the World Vein of Middle-earth, but others can. Death Knell is a well-known recognition of money and people, and there is nothing to say about a good reputation. You say, take the vein of the world that can impact the calamity as a deposit, can you invite the top ten to make a move? In addition, aren't Marcas and Elsa the silver vein? The Marensa Empire is the territory of the golden vein, let's take the black cauldron, they can take revenge to their heart's content. The most important point is that Akon City is the territory of the Bloodline, and there is a Borg as an internal response. Marcas had no way out. The person in charge sat back in his seat. Said confidently. He had planned this plan for a long time, but unfortunately he didn't have the capital to invite the 'death knell', and now that there is a pulse of the world, the plan may not be successful.

"It's nice to be able to pull so many people into the water. I have two questions, though. Philippon interjected. "First. Are you sure you can call in the top 10 killers of Death Knell? Second, when so many forces come together, who can perfectly dispatch it? Knell is a strong dragon. The Golden Vein and the Blood Clan are the head snakes of the earth, and we can still get our share of the spoils?"

"Don't worry, the headquarters has a transaction record with the ninth and sixth of the death knell, as long as they can afford to pay, they will not refuse. We want Marcas' body, which doesn't conflict with their goals. Okay, hurry up and inquire about the whereabouts of Cesar, don't drag it any longer, and adjourn the meeting. The person in charge said.

"Hey, there's no chance to do it yourself. Philemon staggered to his feet in the sand and walked listlessly out the door. When he heard that his boss was planning to hire members of the Death Knell, he gave up the idea of revenge. It is hoped that Marcus will be captured alive, and that he may have the opportunity to torture him in the real room in the future...... Do you want to find a chance to reveal the inside story to him? Forget it, if it is known by the superiors, I don't know how miserable he will die?!

"Give me the information of Cesar, and I will go find someone. The royal sister put away the mirror, came to the masked man, and spoke.

"Here, please take a look. The masked man took out a blank piece of paper from his bosom with Cesar's introduction on it.

Cesar, male, fifteen years old, 1.7 meters, thin, with a pair of black horns on the top of his head, long gold, black pupils, silver tattoos on his left ear, pale skin, and obvious death power in his body......

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When the Dark Ring begins to inquire about Cesar, the person concerned is also in Camilla's private room, trying to see if the copycat talent is feasible.

It is very rare for a talent to mimic other talents. Only the talent of blood honey, combined with the secret technique that Cesar learned from his sister, as well as his rich medical knowledge and surgical experience, can he prescribe a weakened copycat version of 'suture thread'. If it were someone else, there would be no chance of success.

After a month of thinking and calculating, Cesar succeeded in making the Silk of Bloody Honey. The 'Dead Lines' taught by Cecilia are made of ashes as a medium fused with the power of death, and can be used to stitch together the limbs of the undead. Cesar's blood nectar thread did the opposite, using maltose as a medium, fusing the blood nectar and then pulling the silk to make a silk thread that could be sewn together by a living creature. When the wound is stitched up, the maltose in the blood honey thread can be integrated into the flesh and blood without the need to remove the stitches. In addition, if you come across something that cannot be sutured, such as muscle tissue and bones, you can directly use 'maltose + blood honey' instead of glue to stick them together.

Now, in front of Cesar, there were four half-dead, dead and alive, or completely dead.

The first, whose limbs were severed with a scalpel and then successfully sutured by Cesar, still had thin and dense blood-red stitches left at the severed limbs, which were left by the blood honey threads. The rat was still alive and vigorous, but it could only lie on the operating table and convulse, its limbs so injured that it could not crawl. In short, even if you don't understand the language of the rat, you can still hear that its life is worse than death.

The second mouse was even more miserable, its limbs were intact and there was no scar, but there was a long wound in its belly, which had been sewn up by Cesa. In the previous hours, Cesar had dissected its belly, and then, in a cryogenic environment, with his high surgical skills, he had barely managed to replace the entire set of internal organs for the mouse brother before he could braid.

Because it was his twin brother who provided a full set of internal organs, the mouse brother did not have a rejection reaction after the operation, and was waiting for death with a sigh of relief under the irrigation of a large amount of blood honey...... According to Cesar's calculations, this time the blood and honey are very sufficient, and after ten hours it will completely regain its vitality and live happily without heart and lungs. As for the brother who loves it deeply, who cares? Anyway, they already have you and me, and they don't separate from each other.

The third white mouse is a self-challenge for Cesar. Simple limb transplants and internal organ replacement do not seem to be too difficult, and with enough time, they can recover. So Cesar began to push to the limit, and he used a kitchen knife to cut off a white mouse! Theoretically, this mouse had no way to live, and it was certain to die.

But Cesar is worthy of being Cesar, using Professor Snow's knowledge of the heart engine to temporarily maintain the life of the 'mouse brother', sealing its internal circulatory system, and then temporarily freezing the mouse, and then starting to repair the frozen 'fresh corpse', blood honey glue, blood honey silk thread...... Playing with excitement, Cesar, who had a big brain, also replaced Brother Mouse with a metal spine to enhance its physical strength.

After three hours of surgery, Cesar was injected with blood nectar and electrocuted the rats, but unfortunately nothing happened...... Eventually, Cesar took out a vial of 'B virus'. ...... The Rat King is resurrected! Not an undead, not a living thing, but a half-dead corpse full of vitality. The rat was paralyzed because of the metal spine! Any creature with a metal spine would have only one way to go if it was paralyzed.

Now, this monster, whose muscles have increased tenfold, whose skin has completely disappeared, and whose appearance is several times more terrifying than that of a licker, is constantly screaming and crawling around on the real platform with difficulty, which can be called a representative of the disabled Zhijian......

Cesar's cottage talent failed for the first time, and because of that unscientific spine, his B virus was also ruined. The combat effectiveness of this zombie rat has decreased significantly, and it has only been evaluated as garbage. Then, the ball of meat crawling on the test bench was thrown into the furnace and incinerated by Cat No. 1, and finally, Cesar began the fourth field.

Behead the last mouse, then splice the head, and repair one of its wounds in time before it dies. None of the rats were saved, and Cesar naturally failed again.

After four realizations, Cesar found his limits. With the bug talent of blood honey, he can repair most of the basic injuries, but it is difficult to say that serious injuries involving life are not enough. In Cesar's opinion, if there were organs of the same blood type prepared in advance, even if he met a patient whose heart was blown out, he could replace it with a new one in time, but those patients who were cut off or cut off their waist had no choice......

In fact, Cesar's level can only be shown off in the 'rat world', and if he is replaced by a larger human, it is not easy to repair an arm with his surgical degree. If it is replaced by a more massive beast, Cesar's level can also pick up one or two fingers, and it will take a long time to repair an arm. (To be continued!)

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