Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

At this time, the senior knight was tied naked to the experimental bed, his eyes were full of despair, and his mouth was stuffed with cloth. He didn't even have the ability to shout.

He knew that these evil magicians were capable of doing anything, and that he would face all kinds of torture and death, especially death during the experiment, which would add a bit of unknown horror.

Looking at the high-quality and strong experimental material - a strong senior knight.

Carnegie had a seemingly gentle smile on his face, but he uttered creepy words: "Dear knight, do not be afraid. This is a magical potion that can give you extraordinary powers. Swallow it obediently, and you will become a part of the great experiment." Just like that, he forced the unknown blood potion into the knight's mouth.

The knight was forced to swallow the strange liquid, and instantly, his body began to react violently. First, his skin turned red, as if it was burned by fire, and then, the blood vessels under the skin began to bulge like twisting earthworms.

As time went by, the situation became more and more horrible. The knight's skin began to crack, and tiny drops of blood oozed out of the cracks. He screamed in pain: "Please, let me go!" However, this miserable sound was blocked by the thick walls of the laboratory.

Carnegie had no intention of stopping. His disciples kept measuring the knight's physical changes and recording them. No one showed pity for the test subjects.

Carnegie listened to his apprentice reporting the experimental data, and kept recording with his pen, muttering: "Hold on a little longer, maybe a miracle will happen. This pain is only temporary, and a bright future is waiting for you."

The knight's body was shaking: "Please spare my life. You can let me do anything. I surrender..."

No amount of begging could help. The powerful effect of the drug caused his muscles to twitch uncontrollably, as if countless bugs were crawling frantically inside his body.

His meridians made crackling sounds, and his whole body was stretched to the limit by the powerful drug. The knight's expression was distorted, and he looked extremely painful and uncomfortable.

Eventually the power of the drug exceeded the limits of his body, and his entire body exploded, causing his meridians to break and the poor knight's pain reached the extreme.

The sound of his skin bursting was particularly clear in the quiet laboratory, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the white laboratory table red. His eyes were full of despair and fear, and his body was twisted into an incredible shape.

However, Carnegie still did not stop this cruel experiment, and kept murmuring: "Almost, almost successful..." until the knight's body completely lost its vitality and died in pain.

The entire laboratory was filled with the smell of blood and death, but Carnegie just watched it all indifferently, as if it was just an ordinary failed experiment, without any mercy or guilt.

"Find a place to cremate Material! I hope he won't be my enemy in the next life. We will have no grudges in the future. It was fate that made us meet, and we had to confront each other to the death. May the soul of Knight Material rest in peace..." Carnegie had a complicated expression on his face, with a hint of pity for the disappearance of life, and helplessness in this cruel reality.

"Teacher, the blood of the material has not coagulated for a long time, it seems to contain huge energy..." A middle-aged magician-like man widened his eyes, his voice full of surprise and excitement.

After hearing this, Carnegie's face suddenly showed ecstasy, and he smiled and said, "Collect it quickly and organize the test to obtain the data immediately. This is good news. We almost succeeded just now, but what's the problem?" Then he fell into a stage of frantic thinking. The whole person seemed to be possessed by a demon. He kept talking to himself and pacing back and forth in the laboratory.

The laboratory was filled with a tense and mysterious atmosphere, with various instruments placed densely packed together. But at this moment, all Carnegie could see was the blood that would not coagulate.

Then the next experiment on the non-clotting blood began. The experimenters were busy and nervous, their eyes focused and anxious, as if the blood contained a secret that could change the world.

These are all crazy people who are into human alchemy. They forget to eat and sleep when they do experiments. Every magician devotes himself to it wholeheartedly...

On the other side, Doomsday Fireball watched the battle and assessed the strength of both sides in the morning. He stood on a high place, frowning, and staring at every detail of the battlefield with a serious look...

After returning, all colleagues reviewed the disastrous defeat of the elite troops of other magic towers. Even with all their collective wisdom, they were still unable to compete with them, which showed that the group of people from the Five Sacred Mountains were indeed difficult to fight.

The elites of the various magic towers were similar in terms of skill level. Although the magicians who could fight had their own characteristics in the use of magic skills, their overall level was roughly the same. As for the equipment level, the difference was not big either. Even if there were some puppet advantages, they might not necessarily have an absolute advantage in the battle.

So Doomsday Fireball announced that everyone should stay in the tent to keep warm and practice. He said in a serious tone, "When the headquarters orders the withdrawal, we will pack up and go home. It is best to preserve our strength in this situation. Anyway, the people inside have lost their basic ability to keep warm and are afraid of the cold outside, so they will not easily come out to harm humans. There is no need for us to look for trouble and take unnecessary risks and sacrifices. Everyone should rest and recuperate to face the unknown challenges that may arise in the future."

After hearing this, everyone sat or lay down in the tent and began their own practice and rest. The atmosphere in the tent was solemn. Everyone knew the severity of the current situation and silently prepared for the future.

The people of Vita were acting strangely at the moment. They did not focus their defense on the evil magician of Carnegie, but instead strictly guarded against their own people on the Magic Island. They had already made up their minds to use themselves as bait and see who dared to do anything wrong to them at this time with such a resolute attitude.

Today, in order to refuse to serve as meaningless cannon fodder, they inevitably offended the headquarters. Everyone knew that the days ahead would not be easy. However, Doomsday Fireball did not care whether he offended anyone or not. He knew in his heart that if anything went wrong, Vita would be there to take care of it.

In his opinion, if he could not bring back his colleagues who had been through life and death together intact, that would be an unforgivable sin. It was based on this logic that Lord Doomsday Fireball made this seemingly bold but actually helpless choice.

Thinking back to the past, Vita was considered to have a high status in Magic Island, but this time, for the safety of his colleagues, he resolutely embarked on the path of offending the headquarters. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this move was too reckless, but only they themselves knew that protecting the people around them was more important than those so-called power and face.

Throughout history, how many forces have ended up falling apart because of temporary compromise and obedience? Doomsday Fireball knows this very well, so even at great risk, he must stick to the bottom line and not let his colleagues become victims of war. This choice is a resistance to the unfair arrangement of the headquarters.