After hearing the words of the old man with white beard, Hathaway slowly calmed down.
After a while, she suddenly thought of the black prison she saw outside the giant wall.
She immediately told the clan leader and the elders present about the situation while observing their actions. face.
After hearing this, the clan leader and the elders looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.
"Really?"
asked the patriarch.
"Of course."
Hathaway replied coldly, and at the same time there was a trace of doubt in her heart.
It seems that her father and the elders don't know, which means that her news channels are not blocked by the family.
However, how can she explain the huge black prison?
What kind of dark secrets does the Monster Research Institute hide?
"If this is true, it would be a bit scary," an elder said solemnly, breathing in the cold air.
The other elders' eyelids twitched slightly and remained silent.
"Terrible" Hathaway raised her eyebrows slightly and immediately asked: "Does the Monster Research Institute want to use this dark prison to deal with us?"
"It's not impossible," an elder sighed.
The patriarch coughed slightly and interrupted his words.
He said to Hathaway: "You have just recovered from your serious injury.
You should rest well first.
We will discuss this matter later.
Everyone, let's go out first."
The elders said no more, turned around and left with him.
Hathaway narrowed her eyes and fell into thought.
Half a day later, in the west district of an intact Earl's city, there was a huge building.
The land on the surface was vast and boundless, and the underground also hid mysteries.
There were underground bases tens of meters deep like bamboo shoots inserted upside down.
This is the headquarters of the Monster Research Institute.
"Why did you say that the Dragon Clan people saw the Black Prison outside the wall and it was still more than ten meters in size?"
In the office of one of the underground bases, a burly middle-aged man in a white coat looked surprised.
He is about 2.45 meters tall and has the temperament of a butcher, but he wears a gentle white coat, which makes him look a little different and weird.
At this moment, he stared at a pair of huge eyes and looked at a thin old man who came to report.
The thin old man stood in front of him like a chicken.
Hearing his roar, he trembled and said, "This news came from within the Dragon Clan.
It was revealed by the injured Her Majesty Hathaway after she woke up."
"Impossible," the burly middle-aged man roared: "The black prisons in each of our branches are still under experimental training.
How can there be a black prison with a size of more than ten meters?
This is already a complete black prison, enough to trap the inner wilderness.
How is it possible to cultivate top-level pioneers at this stage?"
The thin old man lowered his head and did not dare to reply.
Instead, an attractive woman with an oval face and black-rimmed glasses next to the office said: "Director, is it possible that a certain branch secretly cultivated it, but did not report it, but secretly sent it outside the wall for breeding?"
"Impossible," the burly middle-aged man said without thinking: "The cultivation of the Black Prison requires mixing and feeding the corpses of eight specific monsters with hunting levels above level 50.
Although these eight monsters are not very precious, in our area They are rare in number and difficult to capture.
Even if all the resources of each hospital are pooled together, they will not be able to cultivate one.
Moreover, during the cultivation process, repeated experiments and corrections are required.
With the current experimental progress, there is no later correction data at all. , even if there are resources, it cannot be cultivated.
Unless there are several times, or even ten times the resources, it is possible to cultivate one through repeated experiments."
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"Is it because Hathaway got it wrong, or the Dragon Clan deliberately released this news to frame our institute?"
The cold and charming woman frowned slightly, but she could not think of any other answer.
The burly middle-aged man's huge eyes moved slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but he did not answer her words.
"Barton, how long will it take for our battle to end?"
On Mount Uto at night, the sky was filled with stars.
Joseph and Barton sat on the steps on the hillside, looking at the wall builders who worked all night to repair the square in St.
Mark's Square.
They pulled off the grass on the ground with their hands and said in their mouths. .
Barton rolled up the pope's robe and clamped it on his legs, and sat on the ground with the underwear underneath, not wanting to dirty this expensive robe.
He shook his head and said: "When will we win, or will he block it?"
If it doesn’t stop, it will end.”
"He may not be able to block it every time."
Joseph said slowly, his little face no longer as childish as before, but somewhat mature and calm, "He is just like us, he is also a human being, and he is also a pariah with a humble background.
It was not easy for him to reach this point.
No one helped him, and we couldn't help him.
This time the enemy attacked, we can only watch helplessly and pray."
Barton was slightly silent and lowered his head.
"We are his burden."
Joseph's expression was dull, as if he was stating a fact.
Barton turned his head and looked at him and said, "Are you planning to leave him?"
"No."
Joseph shook his head, "On the contrary, I am not going to continue to be a burden."
"oh" "Remember what he once said, there are many kinds of strength.
It doesn't mean that people with strong wrists have strong strength."
Joseph raised his head and stared at the night sky, saying: "Dare to fight, ruthless enough, is also strength, I am going to experience it for a while ” "Where to go?"
Barton asked.
"The dirtiest place," Joseph answered.
Barton was stunned, looked at him for a while, and said nothing more.
Do you want to go to the filthiest place to become the filthiest person you can be?
He didn't ask, but he knew that this was the only way to bring "power".
Because their wrist strength was small, they could only get themselves dirty.
If they were so dirty that others dared not touch their hands, they would win.
This is a way for the weak to "become strong".
"You should stay and continue to assist him.
There are not many people around him that he can trust, and the people he trusts the most cannot help him.
Wait for me to return."
Joseph patted Barton on the shoulder and said goodbye.
Barton raised his hand and fist bumped with him.
"Don't forget your original intention," he said.
Joseph grinned slightly, showing his white teeth, "If you forget, are you still a human being?"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
In the temple at the end of the square in front of them, the lights were bright and the temple was empty, with only Dudian and Hailisa.
Dudian rested his head on Hailisa's legs.
The cold legs made the back of his head feel extremely cold.
It was like pillowing on an ice cube.
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It was not comfortable, but he still liked pillowing like this because this position made him feel comfortable.
He felt very close and warm.
He had several brief histories of the giant wall and wild biographies at hand.
He wanted to find out the secrets of the demon-hunting family, but this brief history of the giant wall seemed to have erased the period when the demon-hunting family appeared.
After reading several books, he still couldn't find any information.
It was like a period of time that had disappeared silently in the long river of history.
After many observations, he found that this period of disappearing years was thirty years before the giant wall was built.
Around 2000, the record of that period is very vague.
One of the books mentioned the reason.
At that time, the giant wall was first formed and had not yet been written down, so no one recorded it.
However, he found that this was not the case from the historical records with a mature system.
"The demon-hunting family seemed to appear out of thin air and was appointed as the guardian of the giant wall by Queen Sylvia.
However, Queen Sylvia evaporated and disappeared shortly after the giant wall was built.
There are records that she went to the Kingdom of God. , it is also recorded that he returned to the God Realm."
Dudian frowned slightly.
Although he knew that it was difficult to understand the God of War family with the information he currently had, he only wanted to know about the Demon Hunter family and the source of blood power of the Demon Hunter family.
Now that he is a pioneer, if he wants to continue to improve, in addition to massive amounts of divine serum, he also needs an alternative power such as bloodline awakening.
But he doesn't know whether this power is good or bad, and he doesn't know how there is such a power hidden in the human body.
Moreover, it is not found in the human body, only people from the demon-hunting family have it.
"It would be great if you could talk."
Dudian closed the book and put it on the ground next to him.
His eyes showed the stunning face of Hailisa looking down at him, like an eternal sculpture, staring quietly.
Looking at him
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