() Of course she knew that this nest of amputee bugs was specially kept by the half-demon for experimentation, but catching the amputee bugs so easily really amazed this drow girl.

The amputee moves slowly and has basically no value except for its thick and strong carapace.

But the saliva of juvenile amputee bugs is a magical adhesive.

What it bonds is not things, but the most mysterious substance, the soul!!

The research on the soul is endless. Whether it is a great necromancer or a blasphemous demon, they all love things related to the soul.

The values ​​of the strong are imposed on all living beings. Although each underage amputee can only collect a little bit of saliva, the people who hunt them are still flocking to them.

But the rumors people heard were not that someone had obtained precious saliva, but how they died miserably under the corrosive acid of amputee bugs.

As long as the cubs are threatened, or even if they are unable to resist, the adult amputee bug will explode wildly. Not to mention the damage caused by the six thick carapace, the most frightening thing is the strong corrosive acid that fills the amputee bug's body.

That kind of acid can corrode most known substances. But its appearance time is very short. After a few seconds of contact with the air, it will turn into white smoke and disappear completely.

But in the few seconds before it disappears, it can destroy all larvae and enemies. And as soon as this self-destruction appears, it will immediately cause a chain reaction, which is simply more dangerous than a minefield.

The value is very high, but the risk is also unbearable!

"The harvest is good!" Looking at the immobile immature amputees, Camus revealed a smile in his gemstone eyes.

Running to the amputee worm cave alone, Camus began to collect on-site data. After finishing his work, he immediately ordered several half-demon men to take the underage amputee worm back to the magic castle.

After carefully collecting the experimental data, Camus looked at Shan Ye, squinted his eyes, and said meaningfully: "The rest is yours, let us see your magical magic!"

After Camus finished speaking, he took a few steps back to make way for a few adult amputee bugs lying on the ground. The remaining seven or eight high-level half-demon men seemed to be faced with a formidable enemy and surrounded Shan Ye faintly. If there was any abnormal movement, they would kill them immediately.

Shan Ye looked at Camus with his scarlet eyes as big as a bowl, and said in a loud voice: "If you attack the head, won't you blow yourself up?"

Without waiting for Camus to reply, Mr. Shan raised his heavy sickle and stabbed an adult amputee on the small head.

Normally, the head is shrunk in the carapace, making it difficult to be attacked. However, at this time, the amputee's body is paralyzed and can only be killed by its neck.

Without body protection and self-exploding acid, amputees are extremely vulnerable.

"Pfft!" With a muffled sound, Master Shan pulled out the sickle with an expressionless face, but his heart was filled with joy!

"Ding! Kill an amputee bug and gain 45 experience points!"

The experience points were there, but the equipment and potions did not appear. Camus had already prepared, raised his eyelids, and motioned for Shan Ye to continue. Shan Ye had also said before that it was possible to condense the mysterious potion at the instant of killing the enemy.

With a certain probability.

"Ding! Kill an amputee bug and gain 41 experience points!"

There were two amputation bugs in a row, but nothing exploded. Shan Ye was a little panicked.

Camus remained expressionless, pointed at another amputee bug with his chin, and continued killing.

"Ding! Kill an amputee bug and gain 44 experience points!"

"Ding! Get a bottle of low-level healing potion!"

The last prompt sounded like a fairy sound, and Mr. Shan almost bowed to the system.

"Something is out!!" A sharp-eyed half-demon warrior shouted excitedly, as if he had won a lottery.

Camus's topaz eyes moved rapidly. His cautious nature prevented him from taking it himself. Instead, he asked a strong half-demon warrior to pick up the different bottle of small healing potion.

The miniature treatment potion is about the size of a little finger and is light red in color. The low-level treatment potion is about the size of a middle finger and is slightly darker in color.

Camus is a person who is good at observing. When he found that the potion was wrong, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​touching it himself and asked the half-demon warrior to get it.

Seeing that there was no trap, Camus' gemstone eyes burst out with a frightening earth-yellow halo, which fell on the low-level healing potion. After looking around for a while, the halo disappeared, Camus withdrew his eyes from the low-level healing potion, and said in a cold voice

: "What's going on? Why are the shapes and colors different?" His face darkened slightly, and he stared at Master Shan with burning eyes.

Mr. Shan told the truth, this is the underground world, and those micro-medicines are all obtained on the ground.

After listening to Master Shan's explanation, Camus' expression finally softened. His scary look just now frightened the two drow girls next to him so much that their hearts jumped to their throats.

However, the scientific researchers were different. Camus looked at the low-level potion for a few times, threw it to a half-demon warrior, and ordered: "Try the effect!"

The half-demon warrior didn't hesitate at all, a burst of gray flames shot up all over his body, his fighting spirit poured into the thick-backed sword, and he slashed on his arm, leaving a hideous and terrifying wound.

Pulling off the wooden cork, a pleasant, sweet and sour fragrance filled the air. After drinking it in one gulp, the half-demon warrior closed his eyes and felt it.

The low-level treatment potion has a good effect. The muscles wriggle and heal quickly. Although the hideous incision has not completely disappeared, it no longer hinders movement after the bleeding and sludge have stopped.

Camus put his hands in his pockets and fiddled with the tools in his pocket with a signal. His rough fingers rubbed against the cold metal tools, which made Camus' somewhat excited mood gradually calm down.

Taking a deep look at Shan Ye's fat, stupid face, Camus slowly glanced at the half-demon warriors present.

"I don't want this secret to be spread. I will report it to the Presbyterian Council immediately. If the news is leaked, you will know the consequences." Although Camus is only a researcher, he has great authority, and there is a terrifying threat in his voice.

and murderous intent, making several high-level half-demon remain silent.

Withdrawing his gaze, Camus paused and continued: "Send additional guards for strict protection and supervision, and arrange for a few assassins to come over. We must make sure everything is foolproof!"

Having said this, the gaze of the topaz eye suddenly fell on the two drow girls. The hesitating eyes of the earthy yellow halo were filled with strong murderous intent, almost piercing their bodies.

"Plop!" "Plop!" The two of them knelt down one after another, their faces pale, and they were so frightened that they could not speak. For them, they had no human rights in front of Camus.

Camus pursed his chapped lips and said coldly: "You haven't signed the soul contract yet?" His voice was as calm as water, but in the ears of the two drow girls, it was like a thunderclap.

"Ugh!" She was so frightened that her sister Tris felt her stomach spasm, her throat itched, and she vomited filth all over the floor.
Chapter completed!