arcane emperor

Chapter 615 The 6th Surgery-Pineal Gland Strengthening

Whoa!
The clear water washes over the body.

A series of indescribable pain lingered in Farmiel's mind.

Every pain in her body was screaming, roaring and echoing in her mind.

Such maddening pain is only the tiniest part of the pain.

The original burning pain gradually dissipated, and the sore, numb, and tingling feeling filled his heart. Farmir finally regained his ability to think.

She didn't want to think about the pain she had suffered just now, and carefully felt the information her body was feeding back to her.

The body becomes stronger.

Nearly twice as tall as before.

The weight is even more shocking.

However, Farmir can endure these.

This ending was already doomed from the moment she longed for more freedom and took the initiative to accept the experiment.

The reason why she was so determined was also related to the drastic changes that had taken place in the ruined stronghold.

She no longer wants to be a poor person whose life and death are in the hands of others, but wants to have stronger strength and better control her own destiny.

"That's right, that's it. Don't be immersed in pain, but try to find the secret to controlling your body."

"Think about your previous training, think about what you gained from passing the assessment, and don't lose yourself in the pain."

The voice in his ears gradually calmed down Farmir, and the memories that disappeared due to pain gradually became clear.

Famil worked hard to control her breathing, adjusting her rhythm little by little, feeling the strong body respond quickly to her.

Unspeakable excitement gradually surged into Farmir's heart.

She didn't open her eyes in a hurry, but carefully adjusted her breathing.

I do not know how long it has been.

Farmir felt that the pain all over his body had disappeared and his body had completely returned to normal, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

What comes into view is a white ceiling.

A little bit of cool breath penetrated from all directions.

Famil, who regained consciousness, slowly sat up.

The imaginary surveillance and cage did not appear, but instead there was a special coolness.

Farmer seemed to recall something. He opened the door and window in disbelief, and happened to see a huge tree.

Its diameter is five to six meters, and the top of the tree cannot be seen at a glance.

It's not because it's too high, but when you look at the tree trunk, it's already sealed by the metal top.

Farmer has confirmed that he is indeed still in the underground laboratory.

Recalling the memories in his mind, Farmir couldn't help but tremble, and the fear in his heart began to emerge.

At this moment, a familiar yet frightening voice came to her ears:

"If you want to overcome fear, you need to have a deeper understanding. Humans are often afraid of unknown things, and so are elves."

Subconsciously turning his head and facing Sera's tall body, Farmir involuntarily took a step back.

Glancing at her from the corner of her eye, Sera knew that Farmir still had a long way to go, but she wasn't too anxious.

Things must be done one by one.

"Come with me, you still have many tasks to complete."

Sera's plain voice made Farmir bite his tongue, but he still followed firmly.

From the moment he found out that he no longer had to raise his head and looked up at Sera, Famil knew that there was no way out.

tread!tread!tread!
Dragoon No. 1 Golem passed by, and the familiar feeling of oppression gave Farmir goosebumps.

After walking less than 200 meters, I saw three patrolling construct teams.

This made Farmir feel that the Gulf Territory valued this place.

Thinking about it, this should be the case. Even Farmir himself felt that his strength had been greatly improved after undergoing the horrific surgical transformation.

They will definitely not be allowed to act haphazardly, and the Gulf Territory must be absolutely sure.

This might even be their "trap."

Farmir, who suddenly woke up, forced himself not to look around, and followed Sera straight to a training room where there were a lot of people.

As soon as he stepped into the training room, Farmier felt a huge pressure drop.

Fortunately, Farmir was very focused and withstood the huge pressure, so he didn't fall down and make a fool of himself.

When Farmier saw Sera walking to the equipment aside as if nothing had happened, she knew that the other party had already adapted to the heavy pressure here, but she was a little confused.

What can be trained here?

Beaten!

"If you want to hit others, you must first learn to be beaten!"

Farmier watched helplessly as Sera's fist came, but was unable to dodge and was knocked down by a heavy punch.

The huge pressure pressed her to the ground. It took a lot of effort for her to slowly move her body and limbs and stand up.

Sera did not see dissatisfaction or anger on Farmir's face, and explained to her with a smile:

"In the dangerous underground world, even magic cannot solve all dangers."

"A strong body and faster reactions will allow you to better utilize your spell-casting abilities."

“We don’t focus on being big and comprehensive. We only focus on how to make better use of our advantages while making up for our shortcomings.”

"These trainings will allow you to perfectly control your body, and you will also have good combat effectiveness after all the spells are used up."

"Of course, the most important thing is to prepare for subsequent surgical transformation."

Famir's face turned slightly pale, and he never expected it.

The painful experience of these past 10 days is actually just the beginning.

After experiencing the training and fighting in the ruined stronghold, Famil became much more mature and stronger. He quickly put aside his inappropriate thoughts and started training hard with Sera.

In addition to learning melee combat skills, Farmir must also master various weapons.

Among them, the exoskeleton combat armor newly issued to her was the weapon that fascinated and shocked Farmir the most.

This obviously simple version of the exoskeleton combat armor can already greatly increase a person's strength and strengthen their defense, without affecting agility at all.

The seemingly simple structural combination gives Farmer an elusive feeling.

Stroking the exoskeleton combat armor with no visible spell lines on its surface, feeling its extremely subtle but stable magic fluctuations.

Farmer immediately realized a cruel reality.

With her current knowledge and technology, she can no longer understand the Gulf Territory's magic item manufacturing technology.

This means that the Gulf Territory's ability to create magic items has not only been greatly improved.

Moreover, technical barriers have been formed for most spellcasters.

This is equivalent to thousands of years ago, when elves first taught humans how to learn magic.

Even if some magic equipment and production drawings are given, humans cannot create them immediately.Instead, they need years of accumulation and learning, and even ask the elves for advice.

What now?
Just a small bay territory has already caused the Cole Elf Kingdom to suffer a big loss.

Not only was his invincible golden body broken, he was also invaded by underground forces.

As far as Farmir knows, the Elf Kingdom of Cole is undergoing continuous bloodletting.

It's a pity that Farmir doesn't know the cruel "truth" of the matter.

Matthew has no obligation to tell these elves, because it is still early and the distance has not yet produced beauty.

There are some things that they have to discover by themselves before they can believe it deeply, which will lead to the collapse of their entire belief.

"The more Cole elves die, the faster the elves and gods who have been weak for a long time can recover."

"The same principle applies to Rose, the mastermind behind the underworld."

Nodding silently, Sera had already recognized the Lord's point of view.

When she was reborn, it was from the history of the birth of the drow elves and the experiences she suffered that she identified many clues, and she resolutely called herself a "grey elf"!
They are the dead drow and the Avengers reborn from the ashes!
After thinking carefully, Sera vaguely guessed the true purpose of the Lord's words:

"Are we ready to take action against the Cole elves? Is that why we need to transform so many Cole elves warriors?"

Matthew looked at the map of the Canterlot Mountains and saw the eight gray dwarf cities marked on it. He said with some regret, "Smash it":
"The Mind Flayer Empire moved too fast, and the gray dwarves fell too fast. This was obviously the move of the Cole Elf..."

Thinking of the nearly ten million gray dwarf slaves captured by the Mind Flayer Empire, Matthew turned to the shocked Sera and continued:

"So, your position is very important, and you must be firmly entrenched in the ruins of the Gray Dwarf Empire."

"In addition to the slaves obtained through trade, you also need to absorb other people."

"However, this must be based on the steady advancement of education and ideological transformation."

"I will arrange for more people to live in the ruined stronghold, and recyclable internal resource production equipment will be delivered there as soon as possible."

"After solving the food problem, you can happily release their combat power and development capabilities."

Looking through the plans in her hand carefully, Sera memorized them as quickly as possible, and finally activated the incineration device.

Well, it feels so good to be "smarter"!

By the time Sera informed Farmir that the next step of surgical transformation could be carried out, half a month had passed.

11 month 8 day.

Bay collar.

underground laboratory.

Even though he was physically and mentally prepared, Farmir still felt uncontrollable nervousness.

Compared with the screams that kept reaching his ears while waiting for the operation, the empty silence this time made Farmir feel a deeper fear.

"There's no need to be afraid. This is the path I chose. I have to be prepared to go all the way."

"Only by controlling your own thoughts can you not be controlled by others. Pain is just a reaction of the body..."

Famil, who had given himself some mental construction and gradually relaxed, soon heard the sound coming in.

She slowly adjusted her breathing and strode into the laboratory.

Matthew, wearing a white robe, asked her to lie down on the operating table.

Matthew checked her body first.

It was confirmed that all the previous five reconstructive surgeries were effective, and the preliminary preparations for the sixth reconstructive surgery had been completed.

Facing those eyes that were pretending to be calm, Matthew raised the corners of his mouth slightly and asked in a calm and confident tone:
“Are you ready to push your limits, or do you want to reach your limits?”

When Farmil suddenly heard this, he subconsciously looked up at Matthew, met a pair of extremely serious eyes, recalled his experiences in the past two years, and replied without hesitation:

"The 1th!"

Farmir didn't know where his upper limit was, but he was sure it wasn't high, and certainly not as good as the famous young heroes of the Cole elves.

So, since she has chosen to fight, she might as well have a big one!

Nodding, Matthew was not surprised by Farmir's choice.

He stretched out his finger and pointed it between her eyebrows, and the surging magic power poured into it continuously.

Matthew looked at her mouth opened in pain, glanced at the mute barrier that was still in effect, and nodded with satisfaction.

Doesn’t it have to be quiet in the operating room?

The huge stimulation of magic power gave Farmiel the feeling that his head was about to explode.

The raging magic power kept squeezing the center of her eyebrows with a special rhythm and impact.

Click!Click!Click!
A sound like bone cracking suddenly reached Farmir's ears.

The extremely severe pain made her instantly overwhelmed by pain.

What she didn't notice was that Matthew had already retracted his fingers at this moment, and Ani next to him was recording the 32nd way of opening his eyebrows.

What I just did was just a means to mislead and conceal, and also to keep it secret.

What Matthew has to do next is the actual surgery.

He followed Famil's open eyebrows, carefully brushed aside the brain tissue around her, and found a small object larger than a grain of rice with great accuracy.

Pineal gland!
That extremely tiny pineal gland was the real target that Matthew wanted to attack.

The pineal gland is a very strange organ.

Even in the original world where magic is not manifest, there are still many legends about the pineal gland.

The most interesting thing is that these legends have quite a few fans.

Some regard the pineal gland as the third eye of the human body, and some regard it as the mysterious eye of the sky, giving this small organ a very mysterious color.

Even in the current material plane, driven by vitality and magic power, this little thing is indeed effective.

Matthew also collected data and information from tens of thousands of people.

By understanding the part where magic and life force flow when they learn and use their mind and thinking abilities, this interesting organ was locked.

With the strengthening of life force and the "transformation" of magic power, the pineal gland can release a variety of substances that affect people's emotions.

Normally, the secretion of these substances by the pineal gland is passive and will be produced when stimulated, just like other mechanisms of the body.

But the interesting thing is.

The more powerful the professional is, the deeper he can "transform" it without realizing it, and the more he can control it.

Matthew considered the impact of the strength of the soul on the body, and immediately thought of the connection between the two.

After Matthew's "in-depth" observation and exploration, and "contributing" 425 high-level and even extraordinary experimental subjects, Matthew found that the connection between the two does exist.

The connection between the pineal gland and the soul is one of the most sensitive and direct organs in the human body.

Therefore, Matthew will complete the "strengthening" of the pineal gland through "physical" methods, so as to achieve a deeper transformation.

Influence, transform, and strengthen the soul of the professional!
　A single breeze will give me a headache for a whole day.

　　I was so frightened that I hurriedly performed Wu Qin Xi to save my life.

　　The sequelae are really bad.

　　8000 will be restored tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)