In the technique of cultivating human organs with crystals, the main thing that determines the consumption of chaos magic is the size and weight of the target organ.

Such as internal structures, delicate structures, etc., are actually included in the data that is entered in advance before the program starts.

As long as the data is accurate enough, a heart and a piece of muscle the size of a heart will consume almost the same amount of magic power.

Maybe the heart has to be less, because the heart has to keep the internal space to circulate blood, and it doesn't have to grow all of it solid.

So it's just a meat ball the size of a ping-pong ball, and even Lan En, who is considered the rarest magic power among apprentice-level warlocks, can afford it.

The magic of chaos flowed on the crisscrossed rune cloth, and finally converged on the crystal disks at the intersections, giving the flawless crystal disks a psychedelic hazy sheen.

Until the end, the light of the chaotic magic power gradually faded, and the originally turbid nutrient solution began to become clear as if it had been sucked dry of the nutrients contained in it.

An uneven ball of flesh that eventually rises and falls in the nutrient solution.

"It's done."

Lan leaned down, his eyes at level with the suspended ball of flesh, observing it in all directions.

On the retina, Mentos also measured and marked the parameters of this [muscle strengthening organ] synchronously, comparing them with the qualified products in the memory of the emperor's sons.

"The angular distribution of blood vessels is normal, and the activity of hormone-secreting tissues is normal."

"It's a fortified organ that meets the requirements for surgical use, sir."

"Good."

Lan En said as he began to unbuckle the Grandmaster-level Bear School armor on his body.

Heavy pieces of armor fell to the floor with a dull thud.

Eventually, the bear school's iconic skirt was taken off by Lan En, leaving only his sturdy and lean body naked.

He's going to operate on himself right now.

On the one hand, his bones have been almost strengthened by the [bone strengthening organ] on the spine in the past few months, and he can withstand the reaction force of the new muscles.

On the other hand, what he wants to get involved this time is not some kind of child abduction and cult sacrifices.

Rather, it was a well-organized and wide-ranging war - a war!

So far, the most tragic situation that Lan En has encountered is Yanan's bestiality.

The vast majority of the hundreds of thousands of people in a city have been transformed into monsters capable of tearing apart sturdy horses under the influence of the old gods.

This is a catastrophic situation.

But even so, Lan En didn't feel that it was difficult to move an inch in Yanan.

Because bestials have no wisdom and no brains. They are unstructured, unorganized, do not form squads to sweep around with clear objectives, no overall strategic objectives, and no individual tactical objectives.

So they're just a bunch of beasts and monsters with a little more strength and a little more numerous.

Lan couldn't kill them all, but there was no pressure to wander among them.

However, in man-to-man warfare, groups of closely coordinated teams will divide the battlefield into districts.

Any non-friendly units that roam the precinct will be flagged and spotted.

Messages are passed to each other and finally aggregated to the General Staff.

If necessary, the generals sitting in front of the topographic map wave their hands, and a large army can pounce directly in front of them with a clear goal!

Organizational power.

This is a major factor in the war, a social activity that humanity will cause by itself, to become comparable to the destruction caused by natural disasters.

In the ancient Greek world, Len also saw the Peloponnesian War.

But in the hearts of the witchers, that kind of war was already a dream memory of humanity long ago.

During the Peloponnesian War, the Athenians were allowed to worship the gods in front of the army, while the Spartan army on the opposite side would not interfere with the gods out of reverence for the gods.

In the Central Plains at the same time, it was still the Spring and Autumn Period when there was no etiquette.

But as the intensity of the war increases, all the default rules will be crushed under pressure, sooner or later.

The Greeks would start raiding each other during traditional festivals, and the Central Plains would not give each other the opportunity to sacrifice before the battle.

Those who break through the bottom line taste the sweetness, and then this sweetness will lead more people to break through the bottom line.

At that time, the terrifying beast of 'war' can be regarded as completely tearing apart the shackles on its body, and roaring with grinding teeth and sucking blood in the world!

And the current wizarding world, without a doubt, is a world where 'war' has been freed from the shackles of 'ritual' and 'faith'.

In terms of the degree of danger, there is no doubt that the battlefield is comparable to the scene of a natural disaster.

In order to improve your ability to deal with danger.

[Swallow], [Pure White Rafad], [White Honey]

The three enhancement-grade potions lined up in front of Lan En.

And the witcher himself sat on his knees on the floor, adjusting his physical and mental state with a short meditation.

"Sir, the path of this surgery is different from the past."

Mentos has also experienced several scenes where the subject himself has used a knife against him, and now he is not panicking at all.

It projected a map of his current anatomy on Ran's retina.

A yellow line representing the surgical path leads diagonally down into the ribcage from the side of the neck in the anatomical diagram of the body.

"Now that your ribs have become ribs, in order not to fight against your own strong bones, my surgical recommendation is to open in the direction of the collarbone and let the [muscle-strengthening organ] enter the ribcage."

This is another reiteration of the biochemical brain before the operation.

Lan En murmured calmly, "I understand. ”

Immediately, as he had done a few times before.

The keel dagger of Valyrian steel cuts the shoulder socket at the base of the neck, above the collarbone.

The cold blade is precise and stable, avoiding all the muscle bundles that affect the movement of the arm, thus ensuring a smooth operation.

Not even a single non-capillary vessel was incised, causing unsightly and embarrassing additional bleeding.

The blade cuts off the biological tissue in front of it inch by inch, and this blade is in the hands of the owner of this biological tissue.

Cut off the blood vessels, reconnect them with the [Muscle Strengthening Organ], and then pour a potion of [Pure White Rafad] that provides a large amount of regeneration in an instant.

The surgery is complete.

"Huh~huh."

Cold sweat trickled down Lan's forehead like water, and his eyes were black, a sign of the potion's toxins pooling in his veins.

Bacteria from the outside world are much more fragile than the flesh and blood of witchers due to the toxicity of potions.

The third stage of the Space Marine's augmentation surgery - the implantation of [muscle strengthening organs] has been completed.

And then, in addition to allowing the muscles to be fully stimulated and grown, Lan En also has to face a choice.

A choice about Space Marines.

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