The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

The sandworm also rushed out, its huge body standing upright, its mouthparts like released springs, reaching towards Ryan!

However, the sandworm was unaware of this.

Once it leaves the cave, it will no longer be its territory!

Ryan sheathed the Red Queen and summoned his longsword.

Enveloped in flames, it still manages a single, powerful strike!

With the support of the lightning attribute amplification module on the longsword, this sword strike directly cleaved the sandworm's mouthparts in two!

The cave behind them collapsed under the residual force of the sword strike, burying half of the sandworm's body.

Ryan didn't give the sandworm a chance to breathe. With a flick of his wrist, he delivered another horizontal slash, severing the sandworm's head off.

Amidst the gushing green liquid, the sandworm's body collapsed with a thud, twitching a few times before falling still.

Sandworms are incredibly resilient creatures. Even if their heads are severed, as long as their central nervous system is not destroyed, they can grow a completely new head in a short time.

So, just to be on the safe side, Ryan threw out another ball of fire, burning its corpse to ashes.

Chapter 82 Variables

Back at the camp, Victor recounted his experiences in the cave to everyone.

Clearly, a sandworm of this size is beyond everyone's comprehension.

"I never expected there would be such a big sandworm."

"And that sandworm, by sheer coincidence, was right under the blue flower."

"Could it be that the giant sandworm was moving underground, unknowingly changing the state of the soil?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but Ryan fell into deep thought.

Without a doubt, that sandworm had undergone some kind of special mutation to have such a huge size.

So, what exactly happened to it?

What caused it to mutate?

Furthermore, the movement of sandworms can only loosen the soil, but cannot fundamentally change the nature of the dry soil, unless they accidentally dig up groundwater.

Earlier in the cave, Ryan did notice a very high level of humidity.

Indeed, it is possible to make things right.

Is it really as others say?

Was it all just a coincidence brought about by the sandworms?

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On the wilderness.

The blue violet that Claire had watered was undergoing a very subtle change.

Like a radar, it diligently rotates its stems and leaves, searching for familiar scents in the air that it particularly enjoys.

Finally, it pinpointed the direction of the flavor.

Then, slowly, trembling.

Hidden underground, beneath the roots of the blue violet flower, unnoticed by anyone.

A soft stone egg, capable of shielding itself from all magical detection, was trembling, the life within poised to break free.

In fact, without the nourishment of that pool of water containing a hint of magic, the life inside this stone egg would soon die alone, just like that blue flower.

It was that pool of water that saved it.

After a long while, the stone egg finally shattered!

A tiny sandworm emerged from inside!

Driven by the memories ingrained in its genes, it extends and retracts its mouthparts, constantly digging upwards into the soil.

The originally flat ground began to bulge slightly.

Then, the sandworm's head poked out of the ground.

Like that giant sandworm, it was covered in scales.

However, these scales are not yet mature and are still relatively soft, making them unable to withstand external attacks.

However, it was even blacker and shinier than that sandworm.

Like a black pearl.

Faint, magical circuits flowed quietly within the glossy black scales.

The most eye-catching thing is the blue flower, which is now growing on its head and has completely merged with it.

Such a bizarre yet magical scene, unfortunately, went unnoticed.

If Ryan were there, he would be surprised to find that this sandworm could answer all his questions.

The sandworm larva looked around and finally locked onto a direction, then slowly moved in that direction.

At the same time, it ingests the soil along the way, chews on the small insects inside, and keeps growing stronger.

We must find the source of that smell.

That's the taste of mom.

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In a dark room.

The two men were firmly chained in mid-air, their bodies lashed and bloodied from the whipping. Blood mixed with bodily fluids slid down their drooping legs to the ground.

The woman, wearing high heels, strolled leisurely around the two men, occasionally raising her leather whip to lash them out.

The piercing screams brought a sickly blush to the woman's face.

Ah~~~

That's wonderful.

But the bald young man on the side was having a much harder time.

What sounded like heavenly music to a woman was nothing short of torture to him.

Honestly, he's going crazy from the sound.

"Hey boss, just kill him already, stop torturing him."

The bald young man finally couldn't hold back any longer and offered his opinion to the woman.

However, the woman only gave him a cold glance.

The meaning is clear: don't bother me, just shut up and watch from the side.

The bald young man cursed inwardly.

But then, worried that the woman might overhear his thoughts, he immediately began to silently recite a few very sweet words of flattery.

However, his concerns were unnecessary.

At this moment, the woman was already completely absorbed in the men's wails and couldn't pull herself away.

The cruel torture lasted for a full hour.

Only after one of them died did the woman, losing interest, kill the other.

The room returned to calm.

The bald young man breathed a sigh of relief.

it is finally over......

"Bensen."

Benson is the name of the bald young man.

Benson answered immediately after being called by name.

"......exist."

"The three people who knew the truth have all been executed, and I have read their memoirs. There are no other people who knew the truth."

"Next, we need to investigate who is responsible for the experimental subject's escape."

After throwing away the bloodstained whip, the woman sat on a chair, crossing her long legs.

The lingering effects on her face and the rise and fall of her chest gave her a strangely morbid beauty.

However, Benson didn't dare to look at her at all.

If they hit it off, and the boss gets into a good mood, he might whip me a few more times...

hiss!

It's terrifying to even think about.

"Duncan is primarily responsible for this experiment's escape!"

"That old bastard, he takes the money the organization gives him and all he does is chase women! He doesn't do any real work!"

The woman glanced at him and gave a cold laugh.

"Of course I know what kind of person he is, but his talent is also genuine, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen him. That's why I asked you to keep an eye on him."

Benson shuddered, feeling a chill run down his spine.

The boss's meaning is already very clear.

While Duncan was certainly at fault, Benson, who was responsible for supervising him, was equally guilty.

If anyone is to be held accountable, Benson himself cannot escape responsibility!

"I...I..." Benson's back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he was even thinking about where he should run away from after the boss made a move.

But if the boss really makes a move, can I really escape...?

"Alright, there's no use saying all that. Let's think about how to make up for the losses."