The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Seeing that Haida did not refuse, Xidia slowly inserted the slender tassel into her nasal cavity, where it spread out like a net. The tassel felt soft and slightly cool, which reduced the feeling of a foreign object entering the nasal mucosa to some extent.

Soon, their psychic awareness and even their thoughts were briefly connected.

Fran, standing to the side, lightly touched his lower lip, his amber eyes curving slightly with a hint of intriguing smile.

If the person being accessed were an ordinary human, the entire process would be led by Shiodia. But Haida possesses the gift of psychic empathy... which might cause special changes.

Using Heil's tassel as a medium, in an instant, Shitia glimpsed the nun's memories of Mordway through Haida's mind.

On a clear, cloudless night, the bustling streets were brightly lit, and pedestrians flowed endlessly.

An aura permeated the air, wafting and lingering... Even the most ordinary pedestrians exuded the aura of Hail to varying degrees. While not all of them were like this, the proportion exceeded a quarter.

"They are clearly just ordinary humans... how did they come to be tainted by the aura of my compatriots?"

What exactly did the Star Abyss Society do after the War of Annihilation?

Upon seeing this scene, Xitia's breathing became rapid, and her almost indifferent calm vanished.

At the same time, Haida also glimpsed the past memories of this pure-blooded nobleman of the Heir clan.

That was the last era of the lost age, with vibrant flowers blooming in every corner of Morion. They grew and blossomed freely, their branches so lush and beautiful that they were almost stunning, yet they also carried a bloatedness that inspired unease.

"The Seer of Flowers" Karmion knelt amidst the rain-soaked flower garden feast, weeping almost uncontrollably.

“My life, my soul, my existence, my thousand years of dedication and service… are no longer just meaningless hesitation.”

“O host of the dreamlike flower garden, you have finally set your sights on me. Yes, I will prove to this broken and decaying world that I am worthy of your favor and mercy.”

"Prove... I was right."

Karmion unleashed his emotions wildly, completely unconcerned about showing his tearful state to others.

His path to advancement was fraught with hardship and setbacks from beginning to end; a stroke of luck seemed to have never graced his life. In his childhood, he lived like a wild dog amidst the howling sands of Attilion; in middle age, he wandered from country to country, barely surviving, while relentlessly collecting all the secrets he could find…

Fanatics, madmen, eccentric monks, and even disciples who worship the same deity, do not hesitate to express their contempt and disgust when talking about Karmion.

His doctrines and ideas have been regarded as heresy since the lost era, and he is the most recognizable typical example among heterodox doctrines.

As for him, he never received even the slightest attention from the deity he served.

And now, as Karmion's spirit and body both wither away, nearing the end of his life... a dark golden flower blooms in his eye sockets. The divine favor of the Flower of Creation has descended without warning.

Prior to this, he had given up all hope of divine favor and only wanted to use this grand banquet to independently usher in his ascension.

Today, this notorious madman has finally received the recognition he has longed for.

The Desire Flower Prophet, the Demonic Monk, the Fanatic... His old names have been discarded like a shell; now he is the Apostle [Glandular Scale], who has received the favor of the Flower of Creation.

"Carmion, perhaps I should congratulate you on your success. But unfortunately... today your only end is death."

A deep, resonant voice rang out.

Haida looked in the direction of the sound, slightly dazed, and then saw a broad and tall figure. The person wore a coral crown, a colorful velvet robe, had a white beard, and was surrounded by countless translucent sea-like tassels.

King Heizmut of Heil.

Upon hearing this, Haida raised her arm and looked at her palm with a slight puzzlement. At this moment, her palm was delicate and fair, like a tender young hand, with no calluses left from years of wielding a sword.

At the same time, one can faintly see a porcelain-like sheen flowing across the skin.

This is... Shitia's perspective. And it seems to be from her childhood.

As the battle between the two apostles officially began, the entangled spirituality almost materialized, and the memories receded like a tide. After a moment of stunned silence, Haida withdrew from the state of empathy. And a wisp of Xidia's tassel slowly emerged from her nostril.

"..."

The situation just now was somewhat unexpected for Xitia. It was hard to imagine that a young hunter who had not yet reached the rank of high priest could share the dominant position with her in a spiritual communication.

From this perspective, it seems that the few people accompanying Dr. Franklin might all possess extraordinary abilities in certain areas. △Six″″

A funeral attendant with exceptional physical and mental strength, a craftsman capable of directly wielding the primordial sun's radiance, and an unassuming secret agent...

Thinking of this, Xitia glanced at Vivian seemingly unintentionally. Although Vivian hadn't shown any particularly noteworthy qualities yet, that might just be because she hadn't been observing her closely enough... She shouldn't underestimate her because of that.

"What were the results of the verification, Ms. Shitia?"

Seeing that the two had ended their immersive state of psychic connection, Fran asked them about the conclusions they had reached.

"Just as we just saw... besides this monster with only its head remaining, some of the Mordway residents also carry the blood of Heil."

“Their bloodline and spiritual essence are extremely weak, insufficient to form external manifestations. But I can sense the aura of their ‘fellow countrymen’ on them.”

Xitia's tone was unusually serious.

Before arriving in the fallen city of Morion, this noblewoman of Hyjal was indifferent and melancholy. Perhaps the long-lost freedom did evoke a glimmer of joy in her, but it was only a fleeting ripple in her immense bewilderment.

At this moment, she finally felt a strong enough emotion.

It was an irresistible curiosity, or perhaps a thirst for knowledge… She desperately wanted to know what those blasphemous lunatics at Xingyuan Academy were doing. They had managed to taint ordinary humans with the blood of Hail.

Upon seeing Xitia's expression, Fran raised his hand and gently stroked his face, his gaze soft and calm, unreadable.

This long-prepared "powerful medicine" has begun to take effect, and the results are indeed satisfactory.

After the brief interlude ended, Fran took the strange head back from Haida. He then took out his spirit bone scalpel and began meticulously measuring its dimensions, seemingly contemplating where to begin the dissection.

"No...no, don't..."

Looking into the doctor's excited amber eyes, it revealed fear in a remarkably human way.

"Don't worry, I'm very skilled, it won't hurt..."

"Clang!" Ling

Before he finished speaking, Fran had already swiftly raised his slender willow-leaf knife to block its sudden bite.

"It hurts, don't come any closer... Waaah, don't kill me, it was me, it was me who created you..." Lu

The head clamped its jaws tightly onto the blade of the scalpel, uttering continuous, fragmented murmurs from its throat. However, its sounds seemed not to originate from conscious thought, but rather were simply repetitions of someone's words. Save...

"Sure enough, their intelligence is still stuck at the 'parroting' stage."

Fran curled his lip in slight disinterest.

She had already noticed this before. Although the head did possess some language ability, it didn't actually understand what it was saying, its tone carrying an obvious emptiness and mechanical quality.

"Oh, let me think about which craniotomy procedure would be best. Given this body structure, which isn't much different from that of a normal human, let's start by removing the skin grafts and fascia..." (Lu)

After fixing the strange head in place, Fran methodically shaved away the skin covering it with his bone scalpel, followed by the galea aponeurotica, connective tissue, and the cranial membrane.

"His brain and overall structure are not much different from humans, but his skin is much tougher than that of ordinary people. There is a network-like scaly structure in the dermis, which is a characteristic of Heyer..."

“Traces of gill lamellae can still be seen on the neck, which is probably a characteristic of Heil. Ms. Shitia, please come forward.”

"Ah."

This impromptu on-site autopsy was enough to leave an indelible psychological scar on an ordinary person without relevant experience, and even Shitia felt something was strange about it...

However, everyone else around seemed to have become indifferent to it. Even Vivian merely narrowed her eyes, hugged the raven Munin in her arms tighter, and showed no other discomfort.

When Shitia stepped forward, Fran ran his fingertips along her slender neck and discovered a row of hidden, wavy scales that opened and closed slightly when gently touched.

"The gills of the true Heil descendants have degenerated. But the gill lamellae on this head are much more prominent. In other words, its characteristics are derived from 'atavism'?"

"To achieve this level of accomplishment, even I have to commend the Star Abyss Society's expertise in biology... I just don't know if they have any more complete experimental subjects?"

The dissection and sampling were quickly completed. Fran also lost interest in the deformed skull.

After Haida disposed of it harmlessly, the group continued to venture deeper into the half-ruined corridor of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower.

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Soup! (The last part is a separate, unrelated phrase: "Soup!")

Chapter 122 Hezmutlin

Ascending the spiral staircase of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower, one encounters scattered abyssal monsters and, occasionally, several mutated experimental subjects.

These experimental subjects of the Star Abyss Society mostly possessed significant human characteristics, while also incongruously incorporating organs and limbs of some Abyssal creatures.

The tentacles of tube worms, the flippers of fish, or the bony exoskeleton of molluscs.

"Such a rich variety of samples, such enormous individual differences... While I cannot agree with the inferior aesthetic concepts of the Listening Tide people, purely from an academic perspective, the experimental field they constructed was indeed extremely effective." - Lu

Fran's amber eyes curved like crescent moons, their gleaming light reflecting undisguised high spirits.

In contrast to the Bartlett squad's cautious approach, this doctor was almost reckless during her explorations. Whenever she encountered an individual of interest, she would immediately call upon Sister Heda to capture it and then perform an autopsy.

Although most of the sea creatures would put up fierce resistance, these restless little guys would immediately calm down after Haida used the "spinal dislocation method" to soothe them.

"The bloodline of Heir itself does not contain any polluting properties, but it does originate from a higher level of life. The frail human body cannot withstand its transformation, which in turn leads to various kinds of mutations."

"It's like randomly splicing the genes of a higher-level being onto an ordinary person... Oh, that might not be the most accurate description, since the guys at the Star Abyss Society don't understand the essence of genes at all."

Fran made a great haul along the way, collecting no fewer than twenty brand-new samples in his medicine kit.

"Speaking of which, the blood and marrow of dragons can also produce similar effects. Ordinary people who bathe in the bodily fluids of the Holy Heirs will uncontrollably undergo mutations and become degraded subspecies. There was a plague caused by the remains of the Holy Heirs during the Lost Era."

"I remember there is a dragon-shaped Holy Heir buried under Norrington, but that kid Aheng is guarding it too closely, making it difficult to collect relevant materials."

Listening to Fran's mutterings to himself, Shitia narrowed her eyes slightly.

For some reason, the doctor spoke of Seishin in the same tone as if he were talking about the neighbor's pet dog...

The lower level of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower was a secret realm used to imprison the remnants of the Heir race, while the upper levels of the tower were configured like a laboratory. Along the way, one could vaguely see many broken arrays of secret instruments and research equipment.

Although they encountered some obstacles along the way, most of them were scattered live experimental subjects. Haida didn't even need to draw her sword; she could eliminate their threat in an instant with just the wooden-handled folding knife in her hand.

Soon, the group arrived at the end of the spiral corridor.

It was a spacious clock room, filled with rusty metal gears and lush, verdant vines. The surrounding walls were neatly inlaid with oddly shaped black cabinets.

The ceiling of the room is slightly damaged, and a pale crescent moon can be glimpsed through the huge crack in the night sky.

Fran walked to the terrace of the clock tower and calmly looked out of the tower. He was now at the top of the tower and could feel a cool breeze brushing against his face.

"The view is very expansive, overlooking about half of Morion. The fact that the Heil descendants could build such a sturdy structure without relying on reinforced concrete shows their considerable expertise in this field."

Gazing at the city ruins shrouded in night, Xitia merely pursed her lips slightly and remained silent.

For a fleeting moment, ancient memories from a lost era suddenly overlapped with the scene before her. From almost the same location and perspective, she saw the bustling and vibrant Morion transformed into a splendid and dreamlike sea of ​​silent flowers.

In that sense, she had witnessed all the sights of this fallen city.

It prospered from the bounty of the Heil descendants, declined from the arrogance of Karmion, and finally perished from the ambition of the Galonsen court for power.

Xitia's sigh lasted only a moment before her gaze darkened slightly, dispelling her chaotic thoughts.

The pursuit of power and secrecy inevitably comes at a price, and I have no sympathy for humanity. However, those who should pay the price may not be the ordinary people in this city who are completely unaware of it…

Heda certainly wasn't interested in enjoying the night view with the two of them. Almost as soon as she stepped into the clock room, she had a vague and unsettling sense of danger.

The source of this strange feeling was the numerous metal cabinets stacked and arranged within the room. They were embedded in a network of gear-like pipes, their shape carrying an inexplicable oddity, like coffins or sarcophagi.

Sigrid gently raised her head and carefully examined the metal cabinets that filled the entire clock room.

"The mechanical creations of the Lost Age differ considerably from the casting techniques we use... but they do bear some resemblance to the White Cup Order. Could it be that the Exorcists were also involved in Morion's experiments?"

Although the White Cup Order has consistently stated that it has never delved deeply into the arts of blood and flesh, these scholars have never been very principled in their study of esoteric taboos, and their words cannot be entirely trusted.

Dad, but the experiments here are probably top-secret secrets of the Star Abyss Society, and the White Cup Cult, which is far away in the Abyss Sea, should have little chance of interfering.

After a moment's thought, Xitia responded to her question.

Si: "Actually, this is easy to understand. The reason why the Star Abyss Society's facilities have White Cup technology... is because the two cults originated from the same source."

3. "The current Star Abyss Society was originally the 'Golmouth branch' established by the White Cup ancestors during the Dust Order era. However, irreconcilable differences arose between the scholars of both sides, which eventually led to a falling out and the severing of all ties."

Upon hearing this, Sigrid raised her hand and touched her chin, a hint of surprise appearing in her eyes.

"So the White Cup Order and the Star Abyss Society have this connection... However, this doesn't seem to be particularly confidential information. Why have I never read about it in the documents in the Sun Forging Order's library?"

"I do not know."

To this, Xitia shook her head quite honestly.

This event occurred in the more distant era of Dust Order, and she was not a participant; she had only heard about it. She didn't know much about some of the details.

However, Fran did have some guesses about this.

"Perhaps it has something to do with the Pure White Cup. It holds the rules of memory and intellect, and can easily rewrite history or silently erase certain events."

"Moreover, there is a generational gap between the current White Cup Order and their ancestors. The White Cup sank into eternal slumber, the ancestors were nearly wiped out, and most of the mystical knowledge and casting techniques they had accumulated were completely lost."

As she spoke, she turned her attention to the strange casting machines resembling coffins on all four sides of the bell chamber.