Chapter 554 I Like Research

The legs were in a liquid state. Rotaros knew that this was because Zerath had removed some trace elements necessary to maintain the body. From the pieces of bone and iron suspended next to it, it was already clear what elements were missing from the two legs.

The decomposed Eldar was still alive, and Zerath didn't like to spend more time on a piece of dead meat that didn't respond. He already understood the principle of nerve function, and what he needed to understand was how the soul participated in the control of the body.

"Sir Zerath." Rotaros stood behind the busy Enlightened One and gently called his name.

Zerath turned his head, and his hands did not stop moving, still decomposing the Eldar's body. Finding that the Eldar could no longer respond to Zerath's actions, he used an instrument to restore the Eldar's spirit and strength, allowing her to scream energetically during the decomposition process.

"Sir, do you like to hear screams?"

"No, I just don't want to miss any reaction. Stimulating the bodies of these lower creatures will make my thinking more flexible." Zerath adjusted the receiving sound device, "But sometimes it is a bit noisy. What are you doing here? Did you find a few new Eldar Arks? If so, that's great. The materials of these two Arks are enough for me to do more than a dozen experiments."

"Actually." Just as Rotaros was about to say something, he was pushed enthusiastically by Zerath, and the two strolled in the laboratory.

Zerath excitedly told him how many samples these two Arks provided him, which made many turbid data in his mind clear.

The wall of the laboratory was opened by Zerath, and long crystal-luster blocks were suspended on both sides, and in the blocks were sliced ​​and sealed Eldar.

The scarabs and Zerath's biological technicians shuttled between the suspended blocks. They were checking the biological functions of these sealed Eldar to ensure that they were alive and healthy.

Each Eldar slice was marked with a serial number, and Zerath could clearly check what surgeries and experiments these Eldar had undergone before.

"You've come at the right time, just in time for the start of the next surgery! I believe you must be willing to see the real knowledge!"

Zerath's hand pointed forward a few times, and several modified scarabs brought out several complete Eldar from the dimensional cell.

Among them was an Eldar male, staring at Zerath's face with his eyes.

Pinching the Eldar male's face with his hands, Zerath liked the vivid fear and hatred in the male's eyes, which was a feeling he could not simulate no matter what.

"What did you do to Farani?"

"Oh, do you mean your female spouse?" Zerath flashed to the operating table while holding his head, pointing at the broken body hanging in the air, "It's right here. I didn't get lazy. I did my best in every operation. Do you want to see the data? Oh, by the way, I have pulped the half-formed cubs. You can provide some genetic material, and I need to make more pulp for experiments, but don't worry, they are all alive, mother and child are safe."

The Eldar male stared blankly at his wife being decomposed. The perfect flat wound on her abdomen shocked his spirit, and the bottle of turbid liquid in Zerath's hand pushed him to the brink of collapse.

A taut line broke, and the Eldar male had to stare with eyes wide open and shed tears of dementia. He became a fool, and this change surprised Zerath. He restored the Eldar male's sanity and watched his spirit continue to collapse.

After trying many times, Zerath sighed helplessly, "Is it that serious?"

After throwing the demented Eldar male to the scarab, Zerath finally noticed that Rotaros seemed to have something to say.

Looking at Zerath who finally shut up, Rotaros did not dare to delay and told him not to do the operation and let these Eldar go.

"Huh?" Zerath could not believe his ears. He embraced a scarab and held a little Eldar girl in his hands. His hands brushed the little girl's white and smooth hair, pinched her slender and sensitive ears, and pointed the little girl's face at Rotaros.

"Look at this cute little face, this is a pure face that is eager to devote everything to the truth."

Rotalos looked at the little girl. Even if he was not smart, he could see that this face was definitely not cute.

The little face was full of fear, and the eyes were dull. Only Rotaros' cold reflection could be seen from the dark eyes.

The two ears trembled with fear, the mouth was tightly pursed, and there were some desperate cries from the depths of the throat.

Rotaros put his hand on the girl's head, and felt a flattering tremor coming from his palm.

"You have to stop the operation. The Subjective is very interested in them."

"Subjective? Are you serious? He will not only take care of humans, but also the Eldar?"

"This is the message from Trazyn."

"Tarazyn is not sure! Maybe he just made up a joke!"

Rotalos stared at Zerath, and there was only silence between the two. The long stare ended with Rotaros' victory. Zerath sighed angrily and complained about where he would find experimental subjects for research in the future.

"Maybe you can find greenskins or Tyranids."

"Those things? There is no use for me to study them! Do you want to shout Waaagh all day long after the transformation of the biological body is completed in the future?"

"I am just a messenger. When the message is delivered, I should leave." Rotaros saluted to Zerath, leaving Zerath alone in the laboratory.

Zerath's four legs stomped hard on the ground, and the little Eldar girl in his hand was as fragile as a rag doll, breaking in Zerath's angry venting.

Zerath, who had calmed down, looked at the half body in his hand, and the tiny intestines and internal organs dragged between the four legs, and sighed, feeling that he had lost the surgical samples and needed to clean up the mess.

He repaired the little girl's body and pulled her back from the brink of death. Zerath lifted the little girl up and made her look at him, "Oh. My dear little one. It's a pity that your skin and brain were born for surgery. It's a pity that you don't have that blessing."

The little girl looked at Zerath blankly. She didn't understand what happened, nor did she know why the terrifying skeleton in front of her said these words.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore, tears fell from her beautiful eyes, and she stammered and called the names of her relatives.

"My lord, what should we do?"

The biotechnician asked Zerath for orders, and Zerath turned around to tell them.

"Restore them all, brainwash those who need it, repair their spirits, and if it's really difficult, call Orikan and the others, they are good at manipulating time. Really. Fortunately, I like to do live surgery, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with so many materials."

What is this? This is a list with the names of people who love me. Okay, Koz, I'm leaving.