Spider's nest. Anyone who has ever been lucky enough to see the deepest part of Kassel, this building can truly be called

People with a "top secret" architectural overview will definitely be the first thing that comes to mind. The cobweb-like corridors connect countless large and small spaces, carrying the life and wisdom of researchers in less than three digits, and from the moment they enter this place, they have basically lost all contact with the outside world, and since then they have dedicated everything to the study of these taboos.

They are spiders trapped in the web, silently entanglement with their prey, paralyzed with silk threads and neurotoxins, eating and digesting little by little, and then turning into nutrients that are positively related to food.

Most of the laboratories and research institutes in the world are like this. It's just that this lair is a little special, its cobwebs are derived from the tentacles of the secret party and spread all over the world, but the body of the lair is almost unknown, and the final nourishment is not a certain organization or family, but a single individual.

For a long-cherished wish that is almost impossible to achieve. Hybert Jean Angers sat quietly in the middle of the lair, in a cubicle behind a laboratory, peering through the one-way transparent glass as he watched the coming audience.

0:00 a.m. The night watchman, in a rare fit not drunk, rang the clock at twelve o'clock with his watch.

The liquid knife of the gray tin solution sliced through the sturdy bone flask, breaking the alchemical matrix that had reached the balance of the elements step by step, leaving hideous and ugly scars.

Based on the material and matrix of the brass jar, it should have been the most indestructible thing in the world, but in the face of the gray tin liquid that corroded the alchemy, the dragon king's bone flask was like a piece of butter softened by fire.

Yoshihiro Toyama waved his arm slightly. The precise surgical robotic arm, manipulated by AI and artificial cooperation, peels off the sleeping dwelling of the egg little by little.

It's like a housewife who has cooled a boiled egg in water and then easily peels off the shell. Ange clasped his hands together, the clearly visible tendons on his wrists beating gently, and Konstantin would not have chosen at such a time

"Returning", the Dragon King's crisis warning alone is enough to dispel the child's desire to be reborn, he is sure of this.

Unless...... What could have happened to make Konstantin throw his life away. The next step ----- bootstrapping begins.

They need to induce the egg, which has no spiritual lodge, to hatch into a juvenile individual. Like the former Kassel Manor, the child Lionheart would see in the black coffin.

One special alchemy after another was taken out, superimposed with an unknown effect on the release of eggs, different kinds of special hormones, secret medicines prepared by dragon blood, and specially designed radio waves, ready to give birth to a young dragon king.

There are excellent alchemists, biologists who can shock the world, pharmacists who dance with dragon blood, and researchers who continue to study physics after accepting the existence of dragon civilization.

They are playing with fire. It's still playing with a spark that can destroy the world. A large number of needles pierced her body, and the rubber tubes contained huge amounts of alchemical liquid, from the blood of the Holy Child concocted by mercury to the refined Hydra poison secreted by the snake subspecies, all of which were used to torture Deadpool and kill the Dragonborn, were carried into the operating room, ready to participate in the circulation of her bodily fluids.

The initial incubation went smoothly, the laboratory checked the vital signs at all times, and gave the hatching nutrients to a minimum, while the eggs, which were only controlled by instinct, greedily sucked the food and began to hatch.

What emerged after the cocoon was a sleeping Chinese boy, with white and soft skin and dark black hair, as if he had just fallen into a deep afternoon sleep.

Ange's heart twitched violently, and a burning violence rose from the bottom of his heart, and he wanted to tear open the curtain wall of the glass and use the folding knife in his hand to kill each one

"Dr. Modler" tore it to shreds, plunged it into the boy's brain, and spun around twice, leaving the immortal creatures to sleep forever.

But that's not enough. It wasn't enough compared to what he was going to bury. The outer wall of the glass chamber opened, the outlet of liquid nitrogen was closed, and while the temperature rose rapidly, the poison replaced the effect of low temperature, further inhibiting the activity of the dragon body.

But that's not enough. Those alchemists

The "Master" took out a black box with awe, and slowly opened the lid, revealing a set of gruesome torture instruments underneath.

That's the handiwork of the title Flammel. It was learned from the ancient shackles of the orthodox ancient books and used to suppress the first species.

Spikes of the trapped dragon. Yoshihiro Toyama picked up the bright silver scalpel and delicately cut a thin, invisible gap in the center of the boy's chest.

Also from the hand of Flamel, the alchemy rune blesses the sharpness of the blade, let

The researchers of the "Unbound Dragon" were able to slice through the skin that was large enough to bounce off the bullet. Dark red blood beads slowly leached out of the crack, trembling and shaking.

This shaking drop of blood can set off an earthquake in the half-blood realm.

"Jesus........" Yoshihiro Toyama's scalpel landed on the wound with precision once more, gradually widening it.

The four great monarchs, the dragon king who is in charge of bronze and flame, are lying on the operating table at the moment, like a lamb to the slaughter, standing on the edge of the table and unscrupulously deconstructing the flesh close to the gods, Toyama Yoshihiro seems to be able to smell the aroma of the blood, this stimulation seems to make him crazy.

The imaginary scenery of immortality appeared in front of them without reservation, revealing the miracles created by dragons.

Their hands and feet trembled, their hearts beat faster and faster, their brains pumped with excitatory nerves, and a huge amount of hormones secreted to trigger an outburst.

Half-bloods will step on the flesh and blood of these old kings and enter new worlds. If they lived, they would be the chosen people of the new world, and even if they died, they would have seen the glory of the future.

"It's exactly the same." As if laughing at himself, as if he was mocking someone, Ange gently pressed the button on his headphones: "It's not your fault that people lose their minds when approaching a miracle, Professor Toyama, but I don't want to see the same mistake appear in front of me twice, twice!" Perhaps having seen too many miracles in this dark lair, or perhaps perhaps they understood how tragic it could be to be without reverence, these mad scholars kept their emotions under control.

The pitch-black spike pierced the boy's chest. Bright red blood flowed into the grooves of the inscription, which was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the inscriptions of repression emerged one by one.

Everyone moved to perform a delicate operation for Konstantin, the cowardly boy.

Let this body be as cowardly as its master. Those hideous and terrifying nails passed through the boy's limbs one by one, and then to the dantian, the back waist, and the spine.

The last spike pierced the boy's skull, straight through the Heavenly Gate Baihui, and the vicious trapped dragon nail was ten centimeters long, piercing her brain through the skull.

The matrix of the trapped dragons worked perfectly at this moment, each one an uninimitable alchemy that resonated to obliterate Constantine

The full possibilities of the return of the "spirit".