The atmosphere of this planet is somewhat special, full of various electromagnetic forces, forming a natural barrier, preventing the sky demons from attacking the ground directly from the stars with magical powers or magic.

We can only use the demon soldiers to sweep away cave after cave, exchanging lives for lives. Fortunately, the current situation of "exchanging lives" is beneficial to the demon clan.

When they arrived at the Cold Cave Sea, they happened to encounter the retreat of the death camp from another city in the previous group.

Only one large armored personnel carrier can transport all the survivors. There are a hundred demons in one vehicle, and the space in the carriage seems to be very abundant. There are only about twenty demons sitting in it, their faces covered with smoke and numbness.

The demon officer on the side looked at Lang Jiu and the others with gloating: "It was more than four hundred when I came here, and it was more than twenty when I went back."

In three actions, nearly four hundred monsters were killed!

Beside Lang Jiu, some timid recruits were already crying.

Lang Jiu sighed secretly, he actually knew very well that after he sent Song Zheng away, he was sentenced to death if he was trapped in the death camp.

There may be a glimmer of hope with Song Zheng.

It was he who sacrificed these new recruits who had just entered the army. But this was for the hope of the entire pure-blood demon clan!

"Let me, a demon, bear this sin!"

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The experiment had been carried out for six days, and the colonel felt that the speed of his demon element had slowed down by nearly half compared to before. The experimental subjects were becoming more and more uneasy, and he was almost unable to control himself.

He thought again and again and knocked on Song Zheng's door. The moment Song Zheng opened the door, he was stunned because Song Zheng looked extremely haggard, with messy wolf hair all over his body, and his eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't rested for an unknown amount of time.

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But there was an aura coming from Song Zheng that made him shake and almost take a step back!

He still remembered that when Song Zheng first came to the military fort, he didn't have such a strong momentum at all. Song Zheng at that time should be at the same level as him, at least almost the same, at the eighth level of the earth demon.

In less than ten days, he made huge improvements!

Although his strength has declined due to practicing new techniques, if Song Zheng is only in the ninth realm of the Earth Demon, he will not be unable to endure it just by the aura that radiates invisibly.

He couldn't help but ask: "Are you... a demon?"

Song Zheng said angrily: "This is none of your business! What are you doing here? Didn't you tell me not to disturb me if you have nothing to do? My time is precious. You came here just to see my current state.

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The colonel remembered his purpose: "All the experimental subjects have significantly reduced their strength after practicing your technique..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Zheng interrupted him impatiently: "Isn't it a normal phenomenon to switch to new exercises? Any transformation requires a process."

Then he closed the door.

Bang!

He almost hit the colonel in the face. The colonel raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door again to ask for details, but stopped. He thought about it and turned around and left.

Half a year is the deadline given by the marshal.

And Song Zheng's sudden strength increased greatly, which also gave him a little more confidence.

But four days later, one night, the colonel who was practicing suddenly found that his demonic energy had stagnated to a limit and began to overflow uncontrollably!

"No, I've gone crazy!"

He tried hard to contain the demonic energy and return it to his own meridians. But he was completely powerless. He felt as if his head had been hit hard and he passed out completely.

After he fell into a deep sleep, the demonic essence slowly escaped from his body and condensed into a thick translucent hard shell outside his body.

After dawn, the experimental subjects who had practiced hard all night walked out of their own training rooms, but there was no movement in the Colonel's training room.

The experimental subjects waited for two hours and were a little panicked. They opened the experimental chamber and saw the colonel turned into a huge horny cocoon!

Originally, the experimental subjects were very resistant to this experiment, but now something happened to the colonel who had been suppressing them. They could no longer control it and rushed directly into the marshal's office.

The marshal asked his adjutant to call Song Zheng. After Song Zheng knocked on the door, he was full of complaints and complained endlessly that "even the smallest thing will delay my time."

The adjutant's face was expressionless. He was able to stay with the marshal all the time because he had one principle that he controlled well: resolutely complete the marshal's orders and ignore all his own feelings.

But in his heart, the adjutant actually wanted to beat him.

It has been almost half a month since Song Zheng came to the military fort. His experiment was strongly supported by the Marshal, but today was the first time he met Marshal Voss.

He could tell at a glance: "You look very much like Lang Jiu."

The marshal's face suddenly became ugly. The adjutant quietly appeared behind Song Zheng. As long as the marshal gave the order, he would pin the bastard directly to the ground.

No one in the entire military fort dared to mention this matter.

Song Zheng was surprised: "Oh, it's the opposite. You are older, so he looks a lot like you."

Then he continued to seek death, glanced at the marshal's face, and said: "No wonder..."

The marshal pressed his claws on a black iron paperweight on the desk in front of him, wanting to smash it directly into Song Zheng's face.

He took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and pointed to the horny cocoon beside him: "Explain."

Song Zheng could tell from his seat: "Is he a colonel?"

His eyes were shining, and he walked around the horny cocoon a few times and marveled: "It's only been a few days, and he has cultivated to this point? He said that his qualifications are the best, and he is really not bragging." Bihou

Those four losers are much stronger."

"Ahem!" The marshal coughed heavily, I'm still waiting for your explanation.

Song Zheng touched the horny cocoon with his claws, felt it and then said: "The colonel is very conscientious. He carried out your orders very seriously and cooperated very well with my experiments. Among all the experimental subjects, he was the only one who really practiced the new technology with all his strength.

exercises."

The other experimental subjects were furious, but the marshal gently raised his paw to suppress them.

Song Zheng said easily: "Just wait, depending on his condition, he should be able to complete his transformation in three or two days."

"Transformation?" The marshal frowned.

Song Zheng sighed: "It seems that these few days will definitely be wasted. I will stay with him here. If you don't see his state after transformation, you will definitely not let me do research with peace of mind."

The marshal thought for a while and signaled to the adjutant: "Take them out and find a place to see all the monsters living there."

"yes."

Although Song Zheng said he couldn't concentrate on his research, during the waiting time, he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and kept making deductions in his mind.

He doesn't know why he knows many things, such as what kind of cultivation method is correct. Even if it is some cultivation laws recognized by the demon clan, if he thinks it is wrong, he is very sure that it must be wrong.

Two days later, amidst the anger of all the experimental subjects, there was a snapping sound from the horny cocoon. Song Zheng heard the sound, opened his eyes, stood up and left, ignoring the experimental subjects and the adjutant who was watching.
Chapter completed!