Chapter 93: Direct Assault

Chapter 93: Direct Assault "Six months ago it was live monster experiments, three months ago it was still live monster experiments, and now you’re still in the live monster experiment stage!!! You!!!" The brown-robed figure couldn’t help but blow her top. At the very beginning, they said it would take about another 3 months. Now it was three months after three months, and they were still stuck in the live monster experiment stage. She now strongly suspected that the Black Poison Faction’s repeated delays were deliberately milking them for various resource support. Seeing the brown-robed figure’s anger, the leader gave the researcher a pressing look: Hurry up and explain! The traitor researcher’s brain spun rapidly as he hurriedly explained: "Soon! Soon! The live monster experiment stage will be finished in just a few days!" "We’ll... we’ll be able to start human trials right away!" The brown-robed figure’s eyes were full of doubt. She had heard this same song and dance from another Black Poison Faction member three months ago. Here it was again—did they really think she was that easy to fool? "Now! You must finish the experiments within three months! Our lord’s patience is running thin. Two consecutive delays have already made our lord really ticked off." The brown-robed figure gave the final deadline. Regardless of what stage they were at now, it had to be done in three months, or she couldn’t explain to their lord. "Three... three months?!" "This..." The researchers looked at each other. "Three months at most would produce an initial version of the human life extension potion, but safety can’t be guaranteed... And that’s only if experimental materials are sufficient..." Several researchers calculated and reluctantly gave an answer. "Initial version... how much experimental material is needed?" The brown-robed figure didn’t care about safety—as long as there was a first-generation product, she could temporarily report to their lord. Mentioning ’experimental materials,’ the leader quietly held up ten fingers to the researchers. The researchers felt torn internally: asking for ten times the actual consumption—wasn’t this pushing it a bit too much? "We’ll need approximately 9,000 civilians." "9,000?!!!" The brown-robed figure cried out, gritting her teeth. Even through the mechanical voice, you could hear the shock and anger. "Do you know what it means for nine thousand people to vanish?" Never mind whether they could quietly get their hands on so many people, just the number 9,000 alone—roughly calculated, that was at least dozens of villages’ worth of population. So many civilians disappearing would definitely set off alarm bells, leading to city-wide investigations. By then, forget about experiments—their lord would probably be torn to pieces! The researchers smiled awkwardly: "It does seem like a bit much..." They kept signaling the leader with their eyes: What do we do? The leader looked serious and held up eight fingers. The researchers felt this was probably still too much, but since it was the leader’s order... They said with difficulty: "If 9,000 people cannot be provided, 7,000+ would barely be enough." "Seven thousand?! Are you out of your minds!" What difference was there between 9,000 and 7,000? Both would attract high-level attention as major cases. The brown-robed figure looked at them like they were idiots, beginning to doubt her partners’ intelligence. Or were they deliberately trying to set up their lord? "7,000 won’t work, 6,000... can’t go any lower!" The researchers sighed, indicating 6,000 was the bottom line for experimental consumption. The brown-robed figure laughed coldly: "Hehe, forget 6,000—even half that would be a pipe dream! 1,500! At most 1,500, delivered to you in ten batches." "1,500 people?!" The research personnel pretended to fall apart, their faces looking absolutely awful. "This... this number is too few! The potion’s effectiveness probably won’t be very good!" They were actually thrilled internally—this was double the actual consumption! Hearing the researchers’ response, the brown-robed figure thought: Oh no, she had still offered too many people. The brown-robed figure would never imagine that these researchers had jacked up their needs tenfold. "Few? Do you know how many resources, schemes, timing, and risks it takes to reasonably make 1,500 experimental subjects disappear? And honestly, how much material we can ultimately provide you is still up in the air!" The brown-robed figure decided to report to their lord when she got back—the experimental materials had to be cut by several hundred more. She felt like she was getting scammed. "..." The researchers certainly knew that getting their hands on so much experimental material was incredibly difficult. One careless leak and the human investors behind the scenes in the city would face certain death and total destruction. But opportunities to make such outrageous demands weren’t common. They held the attitude of milking as much extra as possible. As for whether the behind-the-scenes investors would suffer because of this, that wasn’t their problem. "Hahaha! Don’t worry! As long as experimental materials are provided sufficiently, our Black Poison Faction will definitely develop an initial life extension potion in three months!" Camp leader Dunro pounded his chest loudly, giving the brown-robed figure his word. The brown-robed figure fell silent. The Black Poison Faction’s credibility in her mind was now hanging by a thread. She found it hard to believe this person’s promise. Getting no response, the camp leader’s expression went stiff. He changed tactics: "Come! Show our guest our current experimental results! The aged Tailless Sand Scorpion that successfully had its life extended!" The researchers began taking the brown-robed figure around the iron cage containing the Tailless Sand Scorpion, introducing various experimental data... ... Outside, high in the sky. Carlos held his alchemical telescope, circling around various positions to observe the camp. Earlier, a traitor squad had returned. They had actually crossed the quicksand by boat, following the quicksand’s flow and constantly adjusting direction until reaching the other side... "Only one exit?" Perhaps because the traitors were way too confident in their camp. Not only was there just one exit, but the exit guards, watchtower guards, and passage guards were pathetically few and sat around lazily in groups, showing no signs of being alert. "Forget about it! Twenty-five shield guards—direct assault!" Why think about tactics? With overwhelming strength, just charge in! Carlos’s wings flapped as he actively flew lower. He needed to reach a suitable position to start deploying the shield guards... At the camp’s only exit, several traitor guards were boredly yawning. Suddenly, howling wind came from overhead. They looked up: "What kind of big bird is that?" "Never seen that species before?" They weren’t too concerned. Flying monsters occasionally passed by—it wasn’t a big deal. "What... what is that?" Suddenly, they saw several black shadows appear below that ’big bird,’ falling at breakneck speed. The black shadows fell faster and faster, like meteors dropping, rapidly growing larger in the traitors’ eyes! "Oh crap! Monsters!!!" "Their landing point is us!"