Lang Jiu couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said coldly: "A bunch of trash! I don't know how you people got into the military headquarters!

There are so many soldiers fighting desperately on the front lines, but there are a bunch of self-righteous trash like you in the back!

I am ashamed to be associated with you!"

He walked to the door and shouted: "I want to see the colonel!"

The expressions of those experimental subjects changed and they cursed: "Asshole, what do you want to do?" Another demon shouted: "Stop him, this guy is going to inform!"

Several experimental subjects rushed up together, and Lang Jiu roared and punched out...

When Lang Qiye arrived, a group of demons in the secret cultivation room all had bruises on their noses and swollen faces. Although Lang Jiu was injured, the other experimental subjects were in the stage before transformation. The demon energy in their bodies was stagnant and could not display their strength. Even if there were many demons,

It was only a 50-50 draw with Lang Jiu.

"What's going on?" Lang Qiye asked with a serious face.

The other experimental subjects were uneasy, but Lang Jiu just held his head high: "You have nothing to do, just stretch your muscles!" He has his own pride and will never "complain".

Lang Qiye looked at him deeply: "You told the guard before that you wanted to see me, why?"

"I want to change places, here..." He glanced at the experimental subjects: "It stinks!"

"Hahaha!" Lang Qiye suddenly burst into laughter, thinking in his heart that he was indeed the marshal's son, and he was quite powerful. But he didn't dare to say these words, not because he was afraid of Lang Jiu, but because he was afraid that it would reach the marshal's ears.

He nodded: "Okay."

Then he looked at the experimental subjects and asked, "Does anyone want to go with him?"

Everyone turned their faces and said nothing. The two relatively gentle experimental subjects slowly raised their hands. Lang Qiye pointed at the two of them: "Let's come together."

He was also completely disappointed with the other experimental subjects, and took Lang Jiu and San to find a new place.

Eight days later, a relatively mild experimental subject, Hu Cheng, condensed horny cocoons again, which encouraged the marshal. Only Lang Qiye might be a coincidence, but now it can prove that Song Zheng's technique is useful.

When Hu Cheng emerged from his cocoon, Bao Yongmeng, the second gentle experimenter, also began to form a cocoon.

The marshal personally called Hu Cheng over to check and confirmed that there was no problem with the first level of the Heavenly Demon. He encouraged Hu Cheng and asked him to go back first, and then asked about Lang Qiye's cultivation progress.

"It is estimated that it will take another half a year to be promoted to the second level of the Heavenly Demon. However, as the level improves, more and more resources are required. Now the ordinary monster inner elixir has no effect. If there is no inner elixir to assist, I would like to think that

I estimate it will take three years to be promoted to the second realm."

The marshal nodded: "I will give you some permissions. You can use the demonic beast inner elixir in the warehouse. You need to improve your realm first."

"And even if it takes three years, it's already very fast."

For the Heavenly Demon's lifespan of more than a thousand years, one realm in three years is really very fast.

Lang Qiye nodded. Seeing the old marshal's attitude of not letting him go back even though he had nothing to say, Lang Qiye smiled secretly in his heart, but said seriously on his face: "There are still some things I want to report to you about the experiment. Most of the experimental subjects

They have been abandoned by us, and their supply of demonic beast inner elixirs has been stopped. We still need your instructions on how to deal with these experimental subjects."

"There is also the last Experimental Subject No. 11. Because he was injured before, his progress is a little slower. However, he works very hard and is not inferior to his subordinates. I think he will be able to form cocoons in the next two days."

"Yes." The marshal breathed a sigh of relief, and then did not talk about Experimental Subject No. 11, but said: "Those trashes, use magic to erase this part of the memory, and just throw them into any death camp."

"yes!"

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, just go down."

After Lang Qiye came out, he saw Hu Cheng standing in front of the only shop in the military fort on the road. He walked up and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

Hu Cheng saluted: "Colonel! Hehe, I don't know what to buy. I just want to buy something and express my gratitude to Mr. Song Zheng. Don't worry, I won't disturb him. I'll leave it at the door and leave."

Lang Qiye smiled, and Hu Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment: "To be honest, I was a little doubtful before. Fortunately, I am an honest person and do not compromise when executing orders. Otherwise, I would not be here today!"

He raised his head and looked at the sky: "I really didn't expect that one day I would become a heavenly demon!"

He looked in the direction of the previous camp, where the rest of the experimental subjects were still locked underground: "Some monsters are just too smart. They plotted against each other, and finally got themselves involved."

Lang Qiye patted him on the shoulder: "It's good if you can understand this. Your temperament is actually an innocent heart, which is most suitable for cultivation. Your future is limitless, so work hard."

"As for you wanting to express your gratitude... I don't know much about Mr. Song Zheng either. You can ask Lang Jiu."

"Okay."

The two demons separated. Lang Qiye went to "solve" those waste experimental subjects, while Hu Cheng went to find Lang Jiu. As a result, he entered the secret training room and exclaimed: "What's going on?"

Lang Jiu has already formed a cocoon. However, his horny cocoon is a little different from others. It is as black as ink and glowing with a shiny luster, like a whole piece of obsidian.

The previous three horny cocoons were all translucent.

There was a loud knock on Song Zheng's door. Lang Qiye really didn't dare to neglect him. Lang Jiu was Song Zheng's instructor and the son of the old marshal.

Song Zheng was very dissatisfied and opened the door forcefully: "What are you doing?"

Lang Qiye: "Go and take a look, something is not right with Lang Jiu!"

Song Zheng was also a little nervous, so when he went to take a look, he coughed and said angrily: "Is this what you said is wrong? What's wrong?"

"This color..." Hu Cheng was interrupted by Song Zheng as soon as he started: "This is his own reason, there is no problem."

Hu Cheng has a good temper. He didn't get angry when he was robbed of his money. He stayed aside obediently. He didn't look like a celestial monster at all.

Lang Qiye asked: "His own reasons?"

"The horny cocoon is the truest reaction from the heart." Song Zheng said: "This kind of shiny black color represents that he has deep guilt, but he also firmly believes that he is not wrong."

Hu Cheng didn't understand again: "Isn't this contradictory..." He was glared at by Song Zheng, and he quickly raised his paws: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"You can only ask him himself these things - if he can wake up."

This last addition shocked Lang Qiye: "What do you mean, he might not be able to wake up from his cocoon?"

"He is trapped in his own inner conflict. If he can break free from the shackles of his mind, his future achievements will be the highest among your batch of experimental subjects. But if he cannot, he will be trapped in it forever until the energy in his body is completely consumed.

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Chapter completed!