Chapter 939: Hope 1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Stoneheart Flesh in his hand was like a soft and warm cotton.
Garen held it and smelled a faint scent that seemed to be coming from his arm, not from the air but really from his arm.
This feeling was very strange. As if the palm of his hand had become a nose, he even felt as though there was something soft lightly touching the tip of his nose.
He walked to the center of the bas.e.m.e.nt and set aside the Stoneheart Flesh. He then picked up the shovel in the bas.e.m.e.nt and began to dig into the ground.
This was the interior of the stone house, so the excavated ground was also part of the entire stone.
Garen dug a small pit and stopped. He then picked up the Stoneheart Flesh beside him and put it in as if sowing a seed. After placing the Stoneheart Flesh, he took out a black spray that had a few small black fruits on it and gently crushed the small fruits.
A few drops of black juice slowly dribbled down his fingers and onto the surface of the Stoneheart Flesh.
Hiss…
A clear white steam rose, along with a pungent scent.
Suddenly, the Stoneheart Flesh began to wriggle slowly like a viscous liquid. It began to spread around, covering a large surrounding area.
In less than a few minutes, a large piece of pale yellow fleshy membrane was formed and it covered the ground. It was still moving.
Garen stood by the side and waited quietly.
As time pa.s.sed, the fleshy membrane on the ground gradually became darker in color, slightly grayish.
Sssrraaak…
A hole gradually cracked in the center of the fleshy membrane and it seemed to be emitting steam.
Garen’s gaze was fixed on the spot where the crack was. In it was darkness and nothing could be seen.
As time went on, the rift increasingly got bigger and wider.
The entire rift gradually formed a round crater with a diameter of about two or three meters and the color of the entire fleshy membrane gradually turned black. It was no longer wriggling but was becoming more rigid and solidified.
Garen once again took out the two half-sh.e.l.l of the Stoneheart Flesh, gently chipped off some powder, and sprinkled it evenly on the four corners of the fleshy membrane that had turned into a black flesh-pool.
The flesh-pool, which was still moving slightly, instantly became still and was even more condensed and solid.
“Done… my Biochemical Pool,” Garen was relieved. Finally, following the records of the Energy Machinist training method, his first Biochemical Pool had succeeded. Although the whole process was very simple, he had been constantly worried. After all, this thing was the key to whether he could survive this crisis.
Quickly taking the well-mixed Nutritional Liquid for the Biochemical Pool, he slowly poured it down the edge of the Biochemical Pool. Several kinds of well-mixed biochemical fluids quickly mixed together. Garen then squatted down and slowly released his Energy Machinist Willpower.
The Energy Machine Imprint at the back of his head suddenly disappeared. They disintegrated into countless transparent silk strands and densely pierced into the edge of the Biochemical Pool. They were like needles, swimming and quivering between the flesh and blood of the Biochemical Pool, forming many vein-like bulging things.
A virtual screen was faintly displayed before Garen’s eyes.
‘Wild Wolf Imprint is ready. Please name your Biochemical Pool.’ This text message appeared on the light screen.
“Just call Wild Wolf No. 1.” Garen took a random name for easy memory.
‘Wild Wolf No.1 has been completed. The biochemical fluid in Biochemical Pool is filled. The a.n.a.lysis level is Level One basic level and can cultivate fifteen Level One creatures. After that, it needs to be refilled.’
The light screen showed the information and data of the Biochemical Pool.
‘Please insert the basic organization.’
Garen stood up but his body’s Energy Machine Imprint remained in the Biochemical Pool. He went out to move the pre-prepared flesh and blood of mutated beast into the black Biochemical Pool.
Splash.
The mutated beast that looked like a wild boar was directly submerged in the biochemical fluid and soon, it melted like a candle.
A series of tiny bubbles constantly emerged from the Biochemical Pool, accompanied by strange gurgling sounds.
‘Basic organization had been acquired complete. Begin to create wild wolf units?’ The light screen informed again.
Garen answered yes with his consciousness.
The light screen suddenly disappeared. This was a virtual screen that was presented in front of an Energy Machinist through the direct connection of Willpower. Others could not see it except for the Energy Machinist themselves. This also ensured the high degree of mystery and safety level of an Energy Machinist.
With the feedback through his Willpower, Garen could control the progress of the Biochemical Pool anytime. It could be stopped and restarted at any time.
In accordance with the standard of an Energy Machinist’s number of control, him being a Level Two Energy Machinist could only control one imprint. In other words, he could control only one cannon fodder. If there was an experimental platform, he could then create an elite unit, which was the elite version of cannon fodder. However, the experimental platform was not something that he could obtain now. It required a lot of materials and high technical requirements. Generally, only very wealthy Energy Machinists would dare to build an experimental platform while still at a low level because they could use s.p.a.ce tools to bring it alongside with them.
Simply put, what low-end Energy Machinists did was actually the work of ancient Modulation Engineers. Theirs was a purely biochemical route. This was because the elite version of biochemical machinery was the patent of the experimental platform, the general Energy Machinists would not even think about it if they had not reached a high level.
In addition, this profession itself demanded crazy computing power. The untalented person at most would be a low-level Energy Machinist for his whole life. If one could become a Level Three or Four Energy Machinist, one would be considered not bad. What more those high levels of Level Five, Inheriting Level and above.
Most of the general Energy Machinists in the market reached their limit at Level Three. This was because the entry requirement for Energy Machinists was too high and more time would be needed as the level increased. Therefore, without talent, it would take a lot of time to acc.u.mulate practices. This had also caused a lot of Energy Machinists to reach the stage of Level Three and Four only when they were at seventy or eighty years old. Level Four was the limit that most people could achieve.
However, Garen was different. He had potential points that could increase intelligence and computing power. Even with his current computing power talent, he was at the top level, a standard genius amongst the general Energy Machinists. One had to know that the profession of Energy Machinist could only be undertaken by people who were computing genius and of super scholar level, whereas, the geniuses of Energy Machinists would truly be the top prodigies among the average people.
A series of situational information flashed through Garen’s thoughts but his eyes were focused on the changes in the Biochemical Pool. The milk-like colored biochemical fluid that was poured in had now begun to tumble. The body of the mutated beast that had just been thrown in had completely dissolved and now, small algae-like floaters began to appear on the surface of the liquid. With the pa.s.sage of time, this kind of floating object was also increasing.
In the bas.e.m.e.nt, a faint stench began to develop slowly. It was a bit like the smell of mutton and was also somewhat like the smell of fish.
Garen did not have any changes in his facial expression. He just quietly stared at the biochemical fluid in the Biochemical Pool and waited for the result. At the same time, he also had to carefully calculate how much time it took to cultivate one time. After all, the conditions here were not of standard conditions. The biochemical fluid was made using many subst.i.tutes, the cultivating environment was also not maintained with the optimum temperature and humidity radiation instruments and so on. In such an environment, the general data on the record had lost its meaning and so, the calculation time for the actual operation of the unit was required.
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In a distance from Leo City, large groups of Predators slowly gathered towards this side. Their numbers totaled tens of thousands.
The Predators that first appeared were now riding motorcycles at the rear end. It was as if they were monitoring and were constantly making an unintelligible roaring sound.
The speed of the entire Predator group was not fast, but their number was packed and the entire gra.s.sland horizon seemed to be completely occupied. The number of over ten thousand simply made them looked vast and enormous.
Vulture City had become history. It had been completely destroyed behind the Predator group. There was no living person, bones and rotting flesh were everywhere. Skulls and limbs that were not gnawed finished were scattered on the ground.
On the walls, ground, and gates were dried blackened blood spots. Two lengths of human intestines were used as ropes to secure the door knockers on the main gate. To make the rope, countless people’s intestines were taken to be twisted into the thickness of a small arm. It looked tough and had turned black.
Caw, caw!!
A flock of scavenger crows flew down. They were flapping their wings and jumping here and there from time to time, competing for carrion.
“Charge!!”
The Level Two Predator leader in the Predator group roared.
“Hiss!!”
All the Predators lifted their heads and yelled as if they were responding to the leader’s call.
From the sky, it could be clearly seen that at this time, more and more Predators were gradually encircling Leo City as the center point from all directions. Not only Leo City, but the remaining towns were also like standalone islands teetering in the vast sea.
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“Managed to contact the people of Doe City?” East Perrin stared at the communication staff who was running over here and asked.
“No… The signal disturbance was too much. We couldn’t hear any sound at all.” The communication staff was trained by Malone. Although his skill was still satisfactory, due to the lack of good equipment, he could only reply the Chief helplessly.
“Could it be that Doe City has boded ill?” East Perrin mumbled.
“Don’t worry that much. We will hold out as long as we can,” Malone whispered from the side. “That Garen still has not come out?”
“Still in the bas.e.m.e.nt. Don’t know what he’s doing,” East Perrin shook her head. “I have placed some people nearby him. As soon as he comes out, we will know.”
“You can’t pin your hopes on him alone,” Malone said in a low voice.
“Do we still have a choice?” East Perrin gave a wry smile. “If it wasn’t for not having any other way, who would pin their hopes on someone whom they had not known for a long time?”
“How about digging a tunnel?” Malone suggested.
“We don’t have the energy and time. And if what you say is true, that the Predators originally came out from the crevices in the ground, then digging tunnels would likely be even worse,” East Perrin replied helplessly.