Judging from the height that the armored granny was at, the scenery she saw and the understanding she gained were naturally completely different from Angel's.
Therefore, the words of Granny Iron Armor made him suddenly enlightened.
Iron-clad Granny: "It seems that your doubts have been solved, but it is not an easy task for you to go to Dumartin's place."
Angel only got Dumartin's residence from David and knew that he stayed in the laboratory of Flow Source all year round. He actually didn't know which room it was. He originally planned to ask Granny Iron Armor, which shows that she is so serious.
Warning, Angel also had some drumming in his heart.
"Then what should I do? Wait for them to send Baluba to me? But by then he has been injected with blood, his mind has been washed away, and he is no different from a dead person."
Iron-clad Granny: "Actually, if you meet Dumartin, considering your status as an alchemist and Sanders, he is relatively easy to talk to. But the area around his laboratory is full of traps. With your current situation,
It's impossible to get in."
"The best way is to summon him and ask him to come out to pick you up. However, when he became addicted to the experiment, he basically didn't watch the summons all year round."
When the old lady in armor said this, she thought for a moment and said, "Well, I happen to have nothing to do, so I'll go with you."
If the armored mother-in-law goes, Dumartin will not embarrass him too much even if he doesn't care about Sanders. However, this makes Angel a little embarrassed, but he doesn't know how to say rejection.
He opened his mouth.
"If you are really sorry, please come and spend more time with me. You can also ask Toby to come. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I still miss him." The iron-clad old woman drank tea with a smile.
Obviously, Granny Tiejia did this as a favor to him.
Angel whispered his thanks, then thought for a moment, took out a strange ring monument from his bracelet and handed it to the armored granny.
This strange ring monument was originally refined by Angel for Toby to play with. However, Toby has been playing crazy recently, and Angel has no time to hand it over.
Simply, I gave it to Granny Iron Armor.
"This is..." The armored mother-in-law's eyes were filled with amazement. The shape of the Monument of Strange Rings, especially the Möbius strip contained in it, was full of wonderful meanings. It seemed that this ring contained many unimaginable things.
Blind spots in thinking.
"This is called the Monument of the Strange Ring. It's a gadget I made. I hope my mother-in-law likes it."
"Is this for me?" Iron-armored Granny played with it for a moment: "Isn't this the alchemy fantasy that is rumored by the outside world?"
"It's an alchemical fantasy, but its purpose is to entertain people and pass the time."
"Do you mean that you think my mother-in-law is lonely in the Iron Armored Fortress and needs to use these things to kill time?" the Iron Armored Mother-in-law said deliberately with a straight face.
Angel quickly waved his hand: "Nothing like that, it's just...just like a music box, used to enrich leisure time."
Seeing Angel's eagerness to defend, Granny Iron Armor laughed: "Okay, I'll accept this thing. I'm also very curious about what's so wonderful about the alchemical illusion you refined."
Angel breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Iron-clad Granny accepting the Monument of the Strange Ring.
The Iron-clad Granny ordered the Iron-clad Fort to go to Dumartin's laboratory. The Iron-clad Fort started running again, striding out and crossing the mountains and ridges. In the tin house, the Iron-clad Granny was inquiring about some matters about the Monument of the Strange Ring.
For example, she knew that the strange ring had a magical cyclic nature, and also knew that the entertainment game inside it was called Monument Valley... Moreover, she also learned from Angel's leak that Sanders seemed to like this little game too.
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However, what Granny Iron Armor cares about most is the strange ring. She always finds this ring very interesting. If she continues to study it, she might be able to create a small magic technique based on it.
The Iron Armored Granny did not immediately experience the illusion in the Monument of the Strange Ring, because in less than two minutes, the Iron Armored Castle crossed the mountains and rivers and stopped in front of a mountain covered in blood mist.
"We're here, this is Dumartin's alien laboratory." The armored granny said as she led Angel out of the armored fort.
As soon as he left the enclosed space of the house, Angel immediately smelled the strong smell of blood in the air.
Blood mist filled the front, and even the trees on both sides were dyed bright red by the blood mist. However, these trees did not wither, but became taller and taller. In the depths of the blood mist, there were several shadowy buildings built around the mountains.
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"As you can see, the blood mist here is all caused by Dumartin. That guy is an anatomy maniac. It is true that he likes to open skulls. But in fact, he does not open most human skulls, but
Beasts, and life from other worlds." Iron-armored Granny paused: "Because humans are not worthy of his study."
"Sounds a bit like..."
In the middle of Angel's words, the armored mother-in-law smiled and said: "It's very similar to the Karabit people's style, right?"
Angel nodded.
Iron-clad Granny: "The Karabits like to do biological research, but Dumartin is not a Karabite, but a pure intellectual."
As she spoke, the armored granny gently flicked out a point of light and submerged it into the blood mist.
Not long after, a road opened up in the middle of the blood mist, and at the same time, a clear-sounding voice came out: "Mother-in-law, please come inside. I am experimenting with the key, please forgive me for not coming out to greet you."
The armored granny nodded to Angel: "Let's go, the dangerous place is the blood mist, be careful not to get it."
With that said, the armored mother-in-law took the lead on the central road. Angel quickly followed. As the two of them entered, the blood mist slowly returned to its original state.
The road is not long, but as Angel is walking, he feels the cold breath coming from the blood mist on both sides from time to time. In addition, he can also faintly hear the dripping water of some kind of creature.
The gasping sound while drooling.
When they stood at the door of the laboratory, the blood mist behind them filled up again, and the previous passage had disappeared, covering up the horror that existed in the blood mist.
The door was unlocked, so the armored mother-in-law opened the door directly and walked into the laboratory with Angel.
Generally speaking, the center of the first floor of the Alien Laboratory should have been the main hall, but it was filled with various storage cabins. It was as if DuMartin had transformed it into a place for loading experimental samples. Only the middle one was there.
There is a round table and a row of high stools without backrests.
There was a cup of hot tea on the round table, obviously prepared for the Iron Armored Granny.
"Wait a moment." The armored granny sat on the high stool and said to Angel.
However, Angel was stunned on the spot at this time, and his eyes were attracted by a storage cabin. To be precise, it was the person in the storage cabin.
Angel slowly walked to the storage cabin.
In the transparent storage cabin, a naked man was lying in the light yellow liquid, with half-length hair scattered in the water, and his expression was as peaceful as death.
The muscles all over the man's body were very strong, but at this time they were covered with dense stitches. The stitches that had never been removed showed that the man had been disemboweled not long ago.
"What? Is he the person you are looking for?" The armored mother-in-law walked to Angel's side.
Angel looked at the man in the storage cabin quietly and nodded slightly: "Yes, he is Baluba."
The armored mother-in-law looked over, with a hint of energy fluctuation in her eyes. After a while, she sighed softly: "Sure enough, I have half the blood of a barbarian from another world."
After a pause, the armored mother-in-law suddenly laughed and said: "How can a person with such clear and pure blood and extremely pure soul be a spy from another world?"
"He's not a spy?"
"Of course not. Even if spies are sent, most of them are pure human beings. Such mixed-race people, with souls and blood as clear as water, are completely unsuitable to be spies." Iron-armored Granny said.
"That is to say, he is not guilty."
The Iron-Armored Granny was silent for a long time and said: "The only sin is that he cannot choose his origin, and he cannot go against the general trend. Although this sin is not serious, it is enough to push him into the abyss of darkness."
Angel also sighed softly: The trend is irreversible.
The will of the world does not have any thinking, but it pursues a principle. If it is beneficial to the world, it will support it. If it is harmful to the world, it will reject it. All the methods of extreme sects may seem extreme, but they are actually beneficial to the world. Even if it is harmful to the world, it will reject it.
If ten thousand people are killed by mistake, as long as the right person is killed, it will be beneficial. As for the other innocent lives that are wrongly killed, this is nothing in the face of the indifferent and ruthless will of the world.
So, after all, no one you say is wrong actually makes sense. But if you take a stand, everyone is wrong. You may even be born with a mistake.
Right and wrong are always different positions.
After Angel was silent for a long time, he looked at the dense sutures and whispered: "Am I still late?"
Iron-clad Granny: "It's not too late, because he was just implanted with the blood of toadstools. As for thinking..."
The armored granny looked at Baluba's head without any scars: "It hasn't been cleared yet."
"But after a one-time consumption of blood, he has no future." Angel sighed in a low voice: "But at least he is still alive."
While they were talking, there was a sound of footsteps behind them.
Angel turned around, and deep in the dark corridor, a tall figure slowly walked out.
"Good evening, mother-in-law." The visitor bowed at 70 degrees to the armored mother-in-law and caressed her chest.
With a clear voice and elegant movements, the visitor seemed to be a steward of a noble mansion, and every move was filled with strict and orderly meaning.
"Dumartin, you are here. My mother-in-law didn't disturb you, did she?"
The person who came was none other than Dumartin, who was completely different from the image Angel had imagined. This young man was not only polite and polite, but also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked ascetic.
But the next second, Angel felt that he seemed to have thought wrong.
DuMartin turned his head and looked at Angel. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mother-in-law, is this the fertilizer you brought for me to process?"