Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 324 The Research Results of Andrew, the Soulfire Sea Eagle in the Ruins
The raging torrents in the southern countries may have killed some people, but no one cares.

In this modern, industrialized, and humane world where resources are abundant, people still die every moment from hunger and malnutrition. Some sell themselves in despair due to poverty and illness. Some are killed at will and left as rotting flesh on the roadside. Others are exploited to the fullest extent of their value, with even their bones sold to certain organizations.

Human society is also a cruel food chain, with some people sitting at the top, enjoying a feast; others struggling at the bottom, being food themselves.

Bald eagles are masters of this; they once coined a term: "human rights are greater than sovereignty."

It invented this not to protect "human rights," but simply to infringe upon "sovereignty."

After all, human rights can only be brought to the forefront when the ruling class of a society needs them to function. Otherwise, you cannot explain why some people are arrested and expelled for simply saying a few words, while others, despite their heinous crimes, can easily escape punishment, and still others, despite committing countless murders, remain in high positions.

Disregarding human rights is arguably one of the bald eagle's core strengths.

In New Yard, through resolute and aggressive attacks that disregarded the lives of residents, the bald eagles eventually cornered "Afu".

For a long time before, the strategy of trying to capture "Afu" alive as much as possible allowed the bald eagle to control the use of powerful weapons. The limited damage that light weapons could do to the flesh giant was the main reason why "Afu" was able to escape time and time again.

However, once the eagle realized that "Afu" might be able to escape, it did not hesitate to use heavy weapons such as aerial bombs to carry out the "purification process." No matter how strong the flesh giant was, it could not withstand the secondary explosion of this scale.

When the Soul-Suppressing Tower of the Universe was reduced to ruins in the bombing, "A-Fu" was also severely injured and wrapped up with many charred corpses in the crater, completely losing his ability to move.

Meanwhile, the bald eagle's special forces couldn't wait to begin a full-scale search.

Squads of bald eagle soldiers, wearing gas masks and protective suits, stepped into this land that had just experienced a catastrophe. They carried automatic weapons and were followed by well-trained military dogs. As the dogs sniffed through the ruins, the bald eagle soldiers spread out further and further.

At this moment, the smoke from the battle had not yet dissipated. The scorched earth after the bombing emitted the pungent smell of gunpowder roasting proteins and fats. In addition to the corpses, some citizens of the four-clawed sea snake were howling, groaning, and writhing, hoping to be rescued and survive.

However, the white eagle soldier clearly had no intention of causing trouble for himself.

As a white eagle soldier was crossing a slope, a sudden hand grabbed his boot.

"Help...help me! Help me!"

This is a sea snake-like citizen whose shape is no longer recognizable. From its body shape and the remaining clothing, it can be vaguely discerned that it is a woman, or perhaps a reporter.

The melted microphone was stuck in her chest, and she, severely injured, made intermittent sounds, pleading desperately in the language of the white eagle.

The soldier, still shaken, cursed and kicked the mangled body hard. The body was sent rolling several meters away, crashing into a broken concrete slab with a dull thud, and then fell silent.

"Damn, that scared me!"

The soldier rubbed his boots on the ground in disgust and complained into the comms, "These filthy bastards are just a nuisance! If I miss the chance to find that little cutie, I'll send her to hell!"

A slightly hurried reply came through the channel: "Hurry up and find them, Sergeant! The generals' patience won't last much longer! Command has already inquired about the progress three times!"

Another team member chimed in: "Honestly, there are just too many people in this area. If General Curtis had burned more back then, we wouldn't be having such a hard time finding them now!"

The General Curtis they were referring to was the infamous "barbecue" master from the last Blue Star Wars.

It is not difficult to see from the illustrious resume of this White Eagle General that the so-called nuclear bomb victim memorial day created by the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent is actually a hoax to disguise himself as a victim, because in terms of the killing effect, the number of Sea Serpents that General Curtis commanded to massacre far exceeded the number of Sea Serpents who died from the nuclear bomb.

While the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent mourned the so-called victims of war, the esteemed General Curtis, for his feat of roasting the sea serpent, was awarded the highest rank by the Sea Serpent government: the Grand Cordon of the Rising Sun.

Learning from this general's experience, most of the White Eagle soldiers firmly believe that the more severely a race like the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent is beaten and the more severely it is taught a lesson, the more attentive and submissive it will be when it licks your boots afterwards.

Therefore, the white eagle's handling of sea snakes is completely unbridled!

This scene is not suitable for leaving any survivors.

As the soldiers spread out in tactical formations, manpower, detectors, and military dogs meticulously searched every inch of land like a comb.

Inside the excavated pit, beams of searchlight swept back and forth, cutting through the drifting dust and illuminating the broken walls and ruins.

A large number of life detectors were deployed to the scene. Any possible signs of life would attract a group of soldiers who would approach as if facing a formidable enemy. When they found that it was just another sea serpent man who was not quite dead, they could only curse and stab him with their knives.

Sometimes a second or third cut is needed...

Before confirming the location of "Afu," they were strictly forbidden from firing their weapons indiscriminately, so as not to cause misjudgment or tension among other search teams.

Time ticked by in anxious anticipation.

"Area B has been cleared; no target found."

"Suspected biological remains were found in Zone C, which require further identification and confirmation."

Reports from each team continued to come through the communication network. As the search area narrowed, the soldiers had to gradually enter the deep pit.

This is the epicenter of the bomb explosion, a site ravaged by high temperatures and shockwaves. Most of the items embedded here are essentially "unidentifiable."

The soldiers began to search inch by inch, and finally, at the bottom of the crater, in an area half-buried by sand and broken corpses, a lucky soldier found a dark, arthropod-like object.

At first, the soldier thought it was just another charred arm bone, but when he discovered a distinct claw-like structure at the end, he let out an excited roar.

The tactical squad quickly assembled.

It was wrapped in a pile of hot, carbonized corpses, entangled with the surrounding tissues, so much so that even tearing them apart was difficult. The soldier used a long poker to pry for a long time before he could barely expose more of it.

More soldiers, more shovels, and even simple construction machinery were deployed to this site.

After about an hour and a half of work, "Afu's" severely burned body was carefully dug out from the dust, rubble, and messy pile of corpses.

It seems that at the moment of the explosion, the main body of "Afu" happened to be under a relatively fragile building structure. The shock wave of the explosion first destroyed the upper structure, and then the collapsed sand and part of the wall formed a local and incomplete burial space, which buffered the subsequent high temperature and impact to a certain extent, allowing the main body of "Afu" to be preserved relatively intact.

This behemoth, which once stirred up waves in the ocean and caused countless panics in New York City, is now reduced to a wreckage about half the size of an average person's body.

To prevent any omissions, the white eagle soldiers carefully collected the surrounding sand, bricks, corpses, and even charred metal, placed them in specially made preservation boxes, and quickly transported them to the helicopter.

The helicopter headed straight for the Bald Eagle Naval Base, where the large crates were transferred to a military aircraft and transported across the tranquil sea at top speed to the Bald Eagle National Biological Research Institute.

The empire's leaders are already impatient!
In the devastated city of Newya, although the Empire had obtained what it needed most, the site still needed to be kept under strict lockdown for a period of time. The reason was simple: to completely destroy all evidence that might be detrimental to the Empire's glorious image and ensure that no "unnecessary" witnesses or evidence remained.

Deep within the pile of corpses, gathered together for a second incineration and deep burial, a faint spark of soul fire flickered quietly within the already cold remains of a four-clawed sea serpent citizen.

At the last moment, "Afu" compressed its soul fire to the extreme and used the flesh giant's unique "soul transfer" ability to temporarily curl up in the "half-zombie body" it had modified, staging a "golden cicada shedding its shell".

When everything settled down, the last white eagle soldier left the land. Deep beneath the soil, the fingers of the four-clawed sea serpent citizen's corpse began to tremble slightly.

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A massive military transport plane, accompanied by the deafening roar of its engines, landed at a military airfield in Maria, the seventh state of the Bald Eagles.

Here lies the Andrew Joint Institute, the bald eagle's most advanced biological laboratory. The area around the runway was heavily guarded, the atmosphere tense. Multiple specially sealed containers, suspected to be remnants of the "Afro" bomb, were escorted by an armed convoy and driven directly into the research center, nestled deep within the Chia Mountains. Prior to this, the laboratory, already emptied of its facilities, was on high alert, awaiting the arrival of these "special samples."

Once the samples arrive, the first step is sorting to remove tissues belonging to lower organisms.
After working on it for most of the night, "Afu's" body was placed on the operating table. Its once eight-legged, giant spider-like form, now spherical due to the broken limbs, was now completely deformed. Having undergone such intense firing, its surface seemed to be covered with a molten, enamel-like layer, gleaming brightly under the operating lights!
A group of doctors in white coats began performing various procedures around Afu.

The first step is to cut and search for that mysterious "vital substance".

"This amount is wrong... Could it be fake?!"

The operations expert, dressed in a white protective suit, muttered to himself. He had already disassembled at least five of the Afu's limbs and knew the location and amount of active substances stored in his mind. With the help of the scanner, he quickly cut open the part that needed to be processed.

However, the amount of these "vital substances" is more than 70% less than the portions retrieved from the arthropods in the past.

"How could this thing be faked? You have to understand, this is the 'left ear of a god'!"

This is a widely circulated legend among bald eagles. It is said that God pulled the right ear of the living deity, saving him from a catastrophe and granting him supreme power.

Now, God has bestowed upon him the "left ear of the gods," which may grant him a long life, allowing him to lead this nation from greatness to even greaterness, and from victory to new victories!
Win again and again!
After a brief observation and comparison, the expert group determined that what was extracted from "Afu" was the "life-active substance" that the empire had been dreaming of.

The reason there are so few is that due to the intense hunting, Afu hasn't been able to replenish these baits for quite some time.

After carefully completing the stripping process, more than a dozen trace amounts of active substances were cryogenically sealed and sent to the headquarters of United Pharmaceutical Company. Next, it was time for the biological research institute to return to its core business: to continue analyzing this peculiar organism.

For over a century, the Andrews Joint Institute has been the world’s premier biological research center, bar none. Scientists here study bacteria and viruses, dissect animals and plants, and, of course, conduct some medical research along the way.

Tens of thousands of disease-carrying organisms, including rats, fleas, mosquitoes, flies, bats, and infected "volunteer test subjects," underwent all sorts of "necessary" experiments here.

It was these "contributions" that laid the foundation for the empire's many "great" medical achievements.

Here, research findings are clearly categorized: those that can save lives are optimized and sent to major medical institutions, becoming highly profitable commodities; those that can kill are perfected and handed over to the Imperial military, becoming weapons to infect the enemy.

"By the way, for this batch of test subjects, bring me a few more Ascha descendants. I want to take a closer look at the infection effect of this stuff on them!"

"Bring a few more of those who smell like curry, you know, those guys are really annoying!"

In fact, the Andrew Joint Institute has gone further than Xia Guo in its research on the effects of negative energy on the human body. This is not because there is a big difference in the academic level between the two sides, but more because of the differences in their respective areas of expertise and "resource advantages".

This is similar to how the Eastern Xia Federation, as the largest industrial country on Earth, has accumulated a massive amount of data and clinical cases in the medical field, such as "finger replantation" and "treatment of large-area burns," thanks to its vast number of workplace injury cases. Its technological level is unparalleled in the world.

But when it comes to treating gunshot wounds, the trauma specialists at Bald Eagle are miles ahead of the doctors in Dongxia.

The same applies to the research on Afu. While Dongxia was still exploring the characteristics of undead creatures, the Bald Eagle had already begun to experiment with the practical application of negative energy bodies.

The reason why bald eagles were able to achieve results so quickly is related to the abundance of special experimental subjects in their area.

During their experiments, they unexpectedly discovered that the negative energy element contained in Afro had an extremely strong infection and transformation effect on the "Fentani Fold" population.

That's right, it's the special group of people who use drugs, like bald eagles, who often stand outside and fold themselves into all sorts of bizarre shapes.

Dongxia doesn't have the experimental facilities for bald eagles; they're still conducting basic animal experiments! Meanwhile, across the ocean, bald eagle experts have already taken a clear lead!
When a concentrated negative energy suspension extracted from the remains of "Afu" was injected into the body of "Fentani Deep Folder" numbered SP-017, the experts in the special observation room on the fourth basement floor of the Andrew Institute held their breath once again.

SP-017 was originally curled up in a specially designed restraint chair, in a deep folded state caused by the drug, with weak breathing and stiff movements. But within a few seconds after the negative energy was injected, he was as if he had been struck by a high-voltage current. His whole body suddenly arched back, and a strange whistling sound, a mixture of roar and bellows breaking, came from his throat.

Soon, he stopped struggling and replaced his previous frantic movements with a very unnatural, rhythmic, slight swaying, as if his body was being immersed in some kind of liquid environment from bottom to top, swaying slightly.

The high notes of the test subject gradually stopped, and his mouth opened and closed, squeezing out intermittent low syllables from his vocal cords, a mixture of laughter and tears, as if he was constantly expelling the remaining emotional fragments of speech from his body.

Occasionally, a sharp, chilling burst of laughter would suddenly break in.

The physiological parameters on the monitoring screen were fluctuating wildly.

"Brainwave activity has increased dramatically! Beta waves are superimposed with waveforms of unknown frequency bands!"

"Muscle density is increasing...tsk tsk, see that? His muscles are autonomously wriggling and proliferating, drawing blood and spinal cord to generate new muscle fibers!"

"Core body temperature has dropped to 66 degrees Fahrenheit and is still dropping!"

The professor stared intently at the video screen, repeatedly issuing commands: "Quickly, open this section; I need to see this change in more detail!"

"Lift it up, lift it up, zoom in on the image!"

Other senior researchers also expressed various sentiments.

"What an amazing transformation! The unique composition of these alien monsters, by draining the liquid parts of their bodies and strengthening the solid parts, completely abandons the circulation mechanism, giving birth to this special creature that can adapt to various high and low temperatures and vacuum environments. No wonder they can survive on the moon!"

"This thing has stopped circulating, so it probably won't excrete anymore! We should really give all the Ganges River creatures an injection like this, so I won't have to see feces all over the streets!"

A few low, ambiguous laughs came from the room.

"In any case, gentlemen, we can be certain that the great empire has discovered a new life structure!"

"No need to breathe, unaffected by heat or cold, unafraid of pain..."

A timid voice interrupted the professor's reflections.

"Sir, the physiological signals of the experimental subject SP-017... have disappeared. Vital signs have completely stopped. The transformation process... is still stuck in the final deliquescing stage of the head tissue."

"Damn it, it's always like this!"

Another senior researcher pushed up his glasses and offered a guess: "I think it's because this guy didn't take enough medication before!"

"Professor, we have already sensed this trend from previous experimental results. The more drugs used, the more severe the folding state, and the closer we get to the final form of this organism."

"Perhaps the success rate will be higher then!"

"That makes sense!" The old professor's eyes lit up, but then he frowned. "Then what are we waiting for? Expand the sample size! Get more folded bodies of better quality! We need enough data to verify this hypothesis!"

The researcher in charge of resource coordination looked troubled, stepped forward, and whispered, "Professor, I have a question!"

"Due to His Majesty the Grand President's strong demands, Dongxia has recently strengthened export controls and inspections on all such drug precursor chemicals."

"The price of this type of drug currently flowing into our country is rising rapidly, and its purity is also difficult to guarantee. Those guys on the street can no longer afford it."

"If the laboratory wants to obtain a sufficient quantity and 'quality' of experimental subjects, it will probably need to apply for a huge budget for procurement and deployment..."

"..."

(End of this chapter)