My health recovery is incredibly fast.

Lanlot gave an awkward laugh and reached for the pistol grip.

"Sorry, sorry, Pick is a little upset. Every time I try to get him to crawl into the sewer, he does this... ha... ha..."

"Ow!"

With a thud, the little pig burst out of the glass ball, squealing as it bumped into its owner's head.

Lanlot regained control of the spirit in time and stopped the pig before it could crash into him.

"Pique, what are you saying? I don't understand."

"Come on, have something good to eat." Lanlot took out a handful of feed from his pocket and offered it to the pig, but the pig stubbornly pushed it aside.

"Ow"

The piglet broke free from its owner's mental control, jumped onto the table, circled the metal box containing waste several times, then jumped onto Rexor's shoulder and picked up a vial of medicine with its mouth.

“Don’t worry, little one, don’t worry. Most of the methods for communicating with spirits have been lost. Your master can’t understand you, and that’s not his fault. There’s no use in worrying. Let me see what you’re trying to say…” Rexol rubbed his bald head, took the potion bottle from the pig’s mouth, and said:

"You want me to test the waste residue again for any remaining blood? Is that right?"

"Ow!"

Pique nodded humanely, rubbed against the bald man's neck, and gave his man a disdainful look, which made Lanlot's awkward smile grow even wider.

"Then let's test it again. Anyway, there's plenty of this medicine."

Rexor was about to scoop up the slag with a spoon when Pique nudged him.

Pique floated to the bald man's side, grabbed his sleeve, and changed his angle of digging through the rubble.

"Okay, I'll dig here."

Rexol did as instructed, taking a spoonful of waste and pouring it into the potion bottle.

Something unexpected happened!

Two blood-red diamond fragments appeared at the bottom of the bottle!

Rexor and Ceres' expressions changed instantly, incredibly complex, a mixture of shock, astonishment, apprehension, and relief.

The team members turned their heads in unison to look at the newly arrived support personnel.

Xia Zuo's hair stood on end, his pupils dilated, and he pressed his hand to his forehead, saying to the action team members who were looking at him:

"I just asked casually in the car, really, really just casually. It was a coincidence."

He took a breath. "And the captain also said that, from an alchemical perspective, it is indeed possible that two Blood Demons could set up a ritual for a single Transformer."

Xia Zuo suddenly thought of something, released his poison sense, stared at the indigo slag, and muttered to himself:

"So that's how it is. That explains why something felt off before."

The words you say are for others to hear.

When Xia Zuo looked at the indigo slag with emerald green eyes, he did indeed find an excellent explanation.

He knew how to prove that there was something wrong with the pile of waste in front of him!

It is well known that the blood mage's own bodily fluids, blood, saliva, etc., are poisonous.

However, the blood of each blood mage is different, and the toxicity it contains is also different.

When Uzimus followed the instructions of the unfamiliar voice and expelled the remaining blood, he may not have expelled it all due to the time constraints.

In addition to the blood of Upharis that was planned to be preserved, the blood of another blood mage was also left behind.

When the toxin sensor takes effect.

Xia Zuo discovered that the dim elemental light of the indigo slag in front of him was no longer a complete piece; two different shades of dim light were intertwined.

It's likely that Rexor added alchemical powder, further enhancing the effects of the poison-sensing spell.

Xia Zuo picked up a spoon and stirred it in the indigo slag.

Rexor's face was ashen. He took a blood-red diamond fragment from the potion bottle and put it into the small black box.

"U, To, Liu, Si"—the name of another blood demon.

The bald man put the remaining blood-red diamond fragments into the small black box, thus obtaining the name "Ulfaris".

"So this shapeshifter was created by two blood demons?"

Rexor stared at Shazo, who was splitting the waste into two lumps, for a while, then turned to look at the spirit pig lying in Lanlot's arms...

This human and this pig were even more perceptive than he, a master demon hunter. The alchemical school's ability to sense toxins was truly extraordinary compared to the spiritual school.

Rexol shook his bald head, patted his forehead to clear his mind of distractions, and focused his attention on the important matter at hand, muttering to himself as he pondered:

"Who is Utolius? Judging from the structure of his name, he seems like an old man from hundreds of years ago."

Serites crossed his arms and stomped a few steps around the table, his thick, dark eyebrows almost furrowed into a single knot.

"Let's go to the second floor."

The aloof man with a red headband tossed his head toward the stairwell.

Rexol understood, pondered for a moment, and said to the team members:

"We'll be right back. You stay here and don't leave."

"Would you mind if I had a puff?" Dunk pulled out a pipe.

"Go ahead, buddy."

Rexor waved and walked up the stairs with Ceres to the second floor.

Dunke stuffed tobacco into his pipe, lit it with a flick of his finger, took a satisfying drag, leaned against the window, and exhaled, his gaze falling on the figure fiddling with the rubbish.

"Xia Zuo, are you sorting the waste? Separate the waste containing two different types of blood."

"Yes, Captain."

Xia Zuo's eyes were emerald green, and he stirred the soup spoon around in his right hand. "This is all thanks to Master Rexol's alchemical powder. Speaking of which, does our alchemy school have anything similar?"

"No, no, that's an alchemical product unique to the Demon Hunter school."

"They have their own alchemical system, which is quite different from ours."

"The Temple of Mages has a law that forbids the deciphering of the unique products of other schools of thought, just as the Demon Hunter School cannot decipher the weaving principle of poison sensing."

Deng Ke took a puff of his pipe and exhaled smoke out the window.

“I have a feeling this is targeting Blood Demon Number 13, who arrived in Poseidon City with you. Did you encounter anything unusual while escorting this Blood Demon?”

Xia Zuo was taken aback, looked at the captain, then at the other team members, "You guys didn't know? I thought Supervisor Vickers had already told you. I'm not sure if I can say it..."

"Did the Witcher and Supervisor Vickers give you a gag order?" Dunk raised an eyebrow, sensing he had found the key point, and stopped smoking.

“No.” Xia Zuo shook his head.

“Then you can speak,” Dunk nodded.

Under the watchful eyes of his teammates, Xia Zuo pondered for a few seconds, recalling the conversation on the airship. He had been watching the hourglass in a room with the curtains tightly drawn.

"We encountered an attack by the Otherworldly Watchers, but fortunately, the Federation's air support arrived in time and helped us out of the predicament. The Blood Demon No. 13 that we were escorting kept trying to self-destruct, but the master used a flesh puppet to temporarily suppress its self-destructive behavior and sealed it into a cultivation tank on the 6th underground floor before the puppet collapsed."

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp filled the room.

Leonard gripped the gun strap on his shoulder.

Lanlot's hands, which were kneading Pique, were frozen in place.

Lisa rubbed her hands together restlessly in front of her.

Deng Ke frowned, even forgetting to smoke.

"A big shot with a reputation has arrived."

Deng Ke regained his senses and took a drag of his cigarette.

"The self-destruction might be an attempt to keep secrets, otherwise our researchers would slowly uncover them. The Otherworldly Watchers are the Otherworldly Church's aerial reconnaissance unit. If it weren't for the Federal Air Force... your airships would be in big trouble."

"I have confirmed one detail."

Dunk tapped a pipe ash on the window frame.

"Master Rexor himself did not expect that Blood Demon No. 13 was so important to the Church of the Otherworldly Demons, so he did not notify the Federation in advance to send people to escort him."

Xia Zuo rummaged through the waste for a while and finally separated it into two lumps of different shades of gray.

He put down his spoon and asked, "Captain, what is the Church of the Otherworldly Demons?"

"It means exactly what it says: the Church of the Otherworldly Demons. The Temple of Mages was established by orthodox mages. Those Otherworldly Demons who obtained evil inheritances established the Church of the Otherworldly Demons deep within this land."

Deng Ke explained for a few moments and then looked at the two figures at the top of the stairs.

Rexor and Ceres came down.

Without saying a word, the bald man walked to the dining table, used the medicine bottle and the small black box to examine the two lumps of waste that Xia Zuo had separated, and obtained the names Ulfaris and Utolius.

Xia Zuo and Pi Ke, who was lying in their owner's arms, smiled at each other.

Lanlot rubbed Pick's head hard, and Pick rubbed against his master's hand affectionately.

Rexol ignored these actions, rested his arms on the edge of the table, stared at the tabletop in thought for a few seconds, then looked up and said:

"Guys, things are a bit tricky. We don't know when the Blood Mage learned the new conversion ritual. Maybe the conversions we've captured in the past were all problematic as well."

He looked at Dunk by the window. "Are all the Transformers sealed in the Bosing Tower?"

"Hmm." Dunk nodded.

Rexor said:

"Well... there's no good way to deal with this for now except to increase vigilance. Separating them and sealing them in other places might just be falling into the Blood Mage's trap."

Dunk glanced at the team's liaison officer, while Lisa looked down and fiddled with the secret communication ring on her finger.

“The task of tracking down Utolius and Upharis will be handled by Ceretes and me.”

Rex Thorn paused, "In addition, we need to find out the secret of Blood Demon No. 13 as soon as possible. We need to tell Vickers to speed up the process and mobilize more manpower."

"Yes, Master."

Dunk glanced at Lisa again, whose fingers deftly flicked the dial on her ring, producing a long series of clicks.

The group discussed some matters inside the house, and then Captain Dunke led his men away from the manor.