This is a cruel punishment.
If Rand had retained any faint sanity, he would have made such a comment about what he had suffered.
desire…
Intense desire rushed through his veins, and he felt both extreme hunger and sexual desire (food and desire have always been the most fundamental human desires), but only physically, mentally, Rand has been completely by that. A terrible pain was crushed.
His stomach seemed to be compressed together, and embarrassing saliva overflowed from between his lips, and the severe pain filled every inch of his body. This time, his body seemed to be exploding, and he slapped the inner wall of the medical cabin frantically. A few minutes later, the "Prince" and Laisha rushed to him at the same time.
They looked at him with the eyes of a guinea pig.
But Rand didn't care about that at all.
He was in excruciating pain, screaming irrationally, trying to break free from the horrific experience.
The "Prince" sniffed the subtle breath overflowing in the air, and suddenly showed a bright smile.
"Raisha, let him out."
He says.
Laisha stared at the man who looked like a madman with a faint expression of sympathy, but she wisely did not show it in front of the prince.
Then she pulled Rand out of the medical bay as gently as she could, and then the latter struggled so hard that Laisha's gentleness had no effect. For the first time, the "Prince" showed that kind of human anxiety and urgency in front of Laisha. He finally took over Laisha's job, directly resisted the struggling Rand, and fixed him on the metal bed specially prepared for this moment.
Rand's frantic and agitated struggle intensified as he felt his arms and ankles tightly bound by metal rings.
"What did you... do to me...?"
A broken scream came from his throat.
On the bottom of his skin, especially on his legs, some hard scales are growing, they pierce Rand's flesh without hesitation, and grow outward. His skin is as white as alabaster, but there Uniform cracks of two to three centimeters long appeared soon, and the edges of something shiny glittered between the messy gaps of flesh-some scales were growing outwards.
The pain of the forced mutation overwhelmed Rand's soul.
He'd been fed some thick soup of fat, fresh blood, and vitamins—a horrible enough taste to make Bear Grylls vomit, but Rand was driven to drink it by that hellish hunger. Got about two gallons of "soup".
The transformation of his body requires a lot of energy, and the "Prince" is very considerate to prepare food for him.
Staring at Rand as Grandet stared at Smaug's treasure, he had clearly seen the color of the scales, and even blood couldn't match their bright red color.
If there is heaven in the cognition of the "Prince", it is the color of heaven.
"Bang... bang... bang... "
In Rand's miserable screams, there was a violent crash from another medical warehouse. With only the upper body, Munster's eyes were closed, and he was still in a coma (those special tranquilizers were undoubtedly useful), but his body seemed to have received a call, and began to slam against the inner wall frantically. Those fragile frameworks built by the "blue line" were broken in this unsympathetic self-consumption, and the muscle tissue that had finally reproduced to a certain volume fell to the bottom of the medical warehouse like an overripe fruit, rising blue. Bloody mist.
"Mount-S-T-"
At this time, the "Prince" suddenly noticed that Rand, who had lost his mind under the triple action of pain, mutation and drugs, suddenly turned into a scream calling for Munster. name.
"Munster - help me - help me -"
This is an instinctive cry for help.
Obviously, his cry for help did not seem to be useless.
"Prince" can't really describe that feeling, but it has a very vague feeling, an indescribable invisible feeling between Rand and Munster, and that feeling is changing with the degree of Rand's variation And gradually strengthen.
It is precisely because of this that Munster, who is still in a deep coma and theoretically impossible to hear Rand's voice, still responds to him instinctively without even having basic awareness.
"It's touching..." The "Prince" raised his eyebrows, looked at Munster, who was bleeding and sneered mysteriously, and then turned to Laisha, "Increasing the injection volume of the tranquilizer, we are still temporarily No need for it. One, one meal is the truth of healthy living.”
"Yes, but..."
But Laisha did not follow his instructions. She stood in front of the panel, her hesitant eyes turning back and forth on the screaming and struggling Rand and Munster.
"What are you hesitating? Laisha?!"
The "Prince" had a terrifying look on his face.
He had already sensed that Laisha's unconventional kind of… weakness during this time. She no longer trusted and carried out his orders so unquestioningly, which made the "Prince" feel a burst of insulting rage.
Damn human genes.
he thinks.
If his is not a clone - if he is a pure siren - a red scale.
It is impossible for Raisha to have her own mind, and it is even more impossible for her to disobey his orders as she is now.
He even wanted to kill Laisha directly here, but fortunately, in this short moment, the girl seemed to realize that she was wrong, and she ran to the place where the tranquilizer was injected like a frightened deer. , and pulled down the slider, even if the value on the panel soon turned red due to the illegal high-dose injection, the warning noise began to echo in the damp and dark bottom pipe.
"Your Highness?"
Laisha was flustered...even though she shouldn't have felt that way, according to the data.
She is dead.
She was given new life by "Prince".
But Rand's screams still made her very overwhelmed, and those human emotions she thought had been wiped out slowly seeped out like the seepage of the bathroom.
The "Prince" reacted very irritably and impatiently to Laisha, and could even be said to be angry.
But at this time, he has no intention to care about that little tool. He had more important things to deal with now—Rand's mutation had reached its final stage, his limbs slumped like a power-off doll after a erratic twist.
At the same time, his feet made a clattering sound.
Rand's thighs are starting to come together... but it's not due to muscle movement but this amazing mutation in his body... His skin is melting, some flesh-colored worms are growing, and they're like that They started attracting and pulling with each other like a low-grade toy magnetic plasticine, and after touching each other, they began to merge together.
Rand's lower limbs are merging.
If all goes well, his skin will first firmly bind the leg bones together, and then the two original leg bones in the body will be dissolved. The coccyx - it has degenerated, but it will regrow in Rand's body...
However, if Rand can really mutate to that level, his control over the prince as a red scale will be greatly increased. As the weaker party in terms of strength, the prince will choose to devour it when its mutation has not been fully completed.
For example - now.
The sound of clothing being torn...
The prince tore his human cloak and stood naked next to Rand before his appearance began to change. The slaughter was rampant on the dock, and the terrifying appearance of the demon who was thought by the deceased to climb out of hell appeared in Laisha's field of vision once again.
Those shiny metallic arthropods, those swaying steel hairs, those sharp mouthpieces...
The "Prince" climbed onto the metal bed like a long worm...
Its sharp mouthparts dripped with caustic saliva on Rand's skin, but this time Rand's skin didn't react.
Rand's pupils dilated, the whites of his eyes were gradually disappearing, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat...
The prince's monster-like head was reflected in his eyes, and the head was approaching him.
Mouthparts squeezed through Rand's icy lips, digestive juices secreting...
At the same time, countless translucent tentacles emerged from the body of the "Prince", they directly penetrated Rand's skin, and began to suck his blood like leeches...
A strong sense of satisfaction like an electric current engulfed the "Prince" at that moment.
The power is flowing, the power is...
Suddenly, the "Prince" felt that his vision had changed.
Like a TV with poor reception, everything around him is shaking, changing...
He could still feel the icy surface of the metal bed, Rand's rigid body beneath his body, and the energy brought to him by the steady stream of red-scaled blood, but in his mind, the "Prince" found himself in a trance to another place .
A transparent cage—
Numerous pipes and shackles bound it tightly in the small space. On the other side of the blurred vision, he could see behind the glass curtain wall, the staff in white coats were walking around, watching him whisper, record something, communicate something.
The place he used to know better than anyone...
Without even thinking, the "Prince" realized where this place was.
Here is deep white.
－－－－－
in the sewer.
Laisha's eyes widened in horror.
She found that the "Prince"'s body was suddenly as stiff as a stone statue.
Those tentacles were broken as if they were scorched.
What's even more terrifying is that the "Prince" suddenly made a trembling call.
"Oh... Rand... my Rand..."