Man on the ark, forced to become king

"I don't know the specific details, I only know that the people of the Deep Sea Church call that woman 'Deep Sea Hunter'."

boom!

The house suddenly shook, and Skadi's restrained aura erupted once more, converging into a tangible wave that scattered all the furnishings inside.

The term "deep-sea hunter" directly touched upon her deepest memories, making it impossible for her to remain calm.

She came to Iberia, one of her purposes being to find her comrades who had survived the great war. Now that she had news of her comrades, but they had been captured by the Church of the Deep Sea, how could she remain indifferent?

Where is he/she?

Her bright red pupils seemed to shimmer with golden light as the girl questioned him in a cold voice.

Judging from her posture, Warfarin had no doubt that if she could get information from Mills, this simpleton would rush into the headquarters of that Deep Sea Church and wreak havoc. That was something she was capable of doing. Her single-minded mind had no scruples whatsoever; it was all muscle.

Therefore, she hugged him even tighter.

Beside them, Kal'tsit stood expressionless, her eyes filled with a deep, unsettling gaze.

These things are beyond the scope of knowledge that a scholar who has not joined the Deep Sea Church should know.

Chapter 234 Skadi's Special Rescue Method

"Deep-sea hunters are rare materials, and now every one we use is one less available."

Inside the research room, a man shrouded in a black robe stood by the door. His black clothes clashed with the white decor around him, like ink spilled on white paper, appearing quite out of place.

The research lab was large, but it didn't have many instruments or equipment. In the very center was a high-tech operating table and a few instruments that looked like they were used to monitor the patient's condition. There was nothing else there.

At this very moment, a young girl lies unconscious on the operating table.

The girl looked to be around twenty years old. Her eyes were closed, and a black dress wrapped her slender body. Long strips of cloth with mysterious runes were hanging from the dress. Her long, white hair cascaded down the edge of the operating table, dazzlingly white.

Compared to the violent profession of 'Deep Sea Hunter' who deals with sea monsters year-round, she looks more like a beautiful noble lady. Only the dozens of sturdy leather straps that firmly bind her to the operating table can show how formidable this warrior is.

Even the Deep Sea Church, which captured her here, dared not relax their restrictions in the slightest. They not only used special restraint straps with embedded steel wires, but also added alloy restraint rings to her hands and feet. It was as if they had added an iron cage around her.

"His Holiness the bishop values ​​her highly."

Another researcher, also dressed in a black robe, stood beside the operating table. Under his operation, the instruments surrounding the operating table worked in an orderly manner, seemingly monitoring the girl's physical condition.

"Who wouldn't like such experimental subjects? That kind of power is truly like that of a monster."

The researcher standing by the door turned his gaze and his eyes fell on a corner of the research room.

There lay a menacing-looking saw, taller than a person, its entire body a jet black. The end of its long handle was decorated with a rudder-like ornament, and the other end of the thick metal rod was fitted with a transmission device, connected to the gray-white saw blade, with protruding spikes that reflected a metallic luster under the light.

Just by looking at its appearance, you can tell how heavy this thing must be. It's definitely something that an ordinary person couldn't even lift, let alone use as a weapon.

Yet this heavy weapon was no different from a wooden stick in the hands of the girl who was still in a coma; she could wield it nimbly with one hand.

The terrifying power contained in those two seemingly slender arms was completely beyond the realm of humanity; they could easily smash through even sturdy walls.

Recalling that battle, the black-robed researcher still felt lingering fear. Not to mention ordinary church members, even the monsters they summoned from the deep sea were killed by that giant saw. If there hadn't been enough of them to wear down the girl's strength, they might not have been able to capture this precious experimental subject.

"She's waking up. She's a monster. We've been using dozens of times the normal dose of sedatives, and it's already starting to wear off?"

The researcher operating the instruments paused for a moment, instinctively taking a few steps back, away from the operating table.

"Even with dozens of times the normal dosage, she was only unconscious for three hours."

The researcher by the door chuckled, seemingly mocking the cowardice of the person inside, but he himself dared to approach and instead leaned closer to the door.

That was a complete humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, the kind that could bend steel bars with its bare hands. Although the restraints they used were top-notch, and they were injected with drugs to reduce physical strength, who knows if those things are effective or not if they haven't been used?

Without the bishop present, they had no ability to suppress a conscious deep-sea hunter; these monsters were not human at all.

"Well……"

As they were talking, the girl on the operating table let out a soft moan, having regained consciousness. Her eyelids trembled, and then she opened them instantly, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

Crunch!Crunch!

The moment the girl regained consciousness, all the straps binding her were tightened, and the metal rings holding her hands and feet even deformed slightly. The entire operating table shook slightly, startling the researcher who was narrating, who hurriedly ran away.

However, despite her amazing physical strength, the girl was ultimately unable to break free from the many specially made straps. After struggling for a while, she gave up and turned her head to look around at her surroundings.

"Ha, just two lackeys? Where is your bishop?"

Even though she was strapped to the operating table and unable to move, the white-haired, red-eyed hunter girl showed no fear, her mockery evident, completely disregarding the two researchers in the room.

"...I think we should get another injection."

The researcher, whose gaze swept over the deformed metal ring on the platform, stepped back a distance and composed himself. He whispered a suggestion, feeling that the situation was not very safe. With this guy's strength, could their restraint devices withstand a few more struggles?

That seems questionable.

"Stop talking nonsense. His Holiness the bishop will be here soon. What if injecting the medicine now interferes with his experiments?"

The researcher by the door rejected the suggestion without hesitation. He was quite calm. Even if the deep-sea hunter could break free, it would take him a lot of effort. In that time, he would have enough time to run out and lock the door again. By then, no amount of strength would be able to break down this specially designed research room.

As for the companions inside... who cares about those?

"That……"

"Prepare sedatives; we need to complete the experiment while she is incapacitated."

Swish!

The heavy mechanical door slid open to one side, and a hoarse, deep voice sounded from outside. A tall figure, also shrouded in a black cloak, walked in and gave the order.

"Your Majesty Bishop!"

Upon seeing the figure, the two researchers in the lab immediately lowered their heads and bowed respectfully.

In the Church of the Deep Sea, the bishop is the supreme leader, and no one dares to defy his will.

"Ah."

The bishop, carrying the briefcase he had brought in, walked to the operating table. His eyes, hidden beneath his black robe, met the girl's scarlet eyes. After a moment of silence, he added, "Prepare a hundredfold dose this time."

"You really think highly of me, huh? What do you plan to do to me?"

With her scarlet eyes blinking twice, the hunter girl asked with great interest, as if she were asking about something unrelated to her, showing no signs of the behavior expected of an experimental subject.

"Originium implantation experiment. I want to see if the Deep Sea Hunter's physique can withstand high concentrations of liquid Originium. If the experiment is successful, you will become the Church's perfect weapon."

When the hunter girl asked him a question, the bishop did not try to hide anything. He placed the briefcase on the table and gave his answer.

pat~

The locked suitcase was unlocked and opened, releasing a cloud of icy mist that revealed a glass tube about the thickness of an arm inside, with an orange-yellow liquid gently swaying within.

"Am I going to die?"

"No, according to calculations, it won't kill you. It's precious experimental material, unlike those consumables."

"That's really nice."

The hunter girl's lips curled into a smile, her eyes revealing a chilling coldness.

"If you don't die, I'll tear you all to shreds, so shreds that you can't even put them back together."

"If you can do that."

The bishop's tone remained unchanged as he took a test tube containing a high concentration of liquid Originium from his briefcase and placed it into the instrument above the operating table.

“I have some good news that you might be interested in: outsiders have entered Saltwind City. They are much more cautious than you are, and among them are deep-sea hunters like you.”

Crunch!

The metal ring fastened to his wrist twisted at a tiny angle again, and the straps suddenly tightened, as if they were about to snap at any moment.

The hunter girl on the operating table raised her head, revealing sharp, shark-like teeth, and her previously calm expression suddenly turned ferocious.

"You cowardly bastard, I will kill you! I will tear every piece of your flesh from your body!"

"Calm down. Intense emotional fluctuations may cause unknown changes in the experiment."

The bishop was not startled by the girl's sudden outburst; his movements remained methodical.

"I think this is good news. Soon I will have another precious experimental subject, which is an opportunity that I haven't had in the past few decades."

"Bah! You're dreaming!"

The hunter girl struggled frantically, her towering chest heaving violently, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't really shake the special restraints binding her body. She could only glare fiercely at the composed bishop. If looks could kill, the bishop would probably be torn to shreds by now.

Unfortunately, it didn't work; her struggles had no effect on the bishop.

"I'll deal with her problem after your experiment is finished. Perhaps, the Blood Demon would also be a good experimental subject."

Boom!

A blue-glowing syringe pierced the girl's arm, injecting a huge dose of sedative that instantly drained the struggling girl of her strength. Her slightly raised body slumped onto the operating table, with only her head still able to move with difficulty.

"You're done."

Suddenly, the girl's ferocious expression vanished, replaced by an unusual calm, her scarlet eyes revealing obvious mockery and derision.

"Ok?"

The bishop paused, his finger hovering in mid-air as he was about to press the button, and turned to look at the door of the research lab.

He seemed to hear some noise outside, but that shouldn't be the case.

The specially designed research room is very sturdy and well-sealed, so no sound should be heard from either the inside or the outside.