Chapter 2625 Brain in a Vat

"It's not impossible to help you transplant these two abilities, but you can't give them for nothing, my dear Gnostic brother, you have to promise me two conditions."

Metatron smiled even more slyly.

"What conditions?"

Joan had a vague premonition.

"Help me fulfill two wishes." Metatron raised two tentacles, "One," help me find and kill the public enemy of Odis, the 'Spirit Lich Sa' Maier; I hunted down the stone-blind barbarian slaves who escaped from Odis after the death of their grandfather Abel the Elder, especially a modified body called 'Grey Bird'. "

"The gray bird is very special. It is an experimental body transformed by me and my grandfather. My genes are fused in the body. Originally, I wanted to split a part of my own brain tissue and inject it into the gray bird with the 'mind demon seed'. Using my Brain tissue and cloned personality replace her brain and personality, so that it is possible to create the first mind flayer in Odis who has wings and can fly at will. Unfortunately, the experiment has not been completed, and the grandfather died unexpectedly. This transplant plan Also had a miscarriage."

Metatron sighed regretfully.

"Dear Gnostic brother, if you can help me fulfill these two wishes, I will give you anything I want."

Qiao An kept silent, pretending to be thinking carefully, but there was a stormy sea in his heart.

The second condition Metatron set out was precisely the hidden danger he was most worried about.

Of course, Joan didn't want to help her catch Hui Niao and his people, but it was hard to refuse directly, otherwise Metatron would definitely ask him why he refused to help, how should he answer?

Facing the dilemma, Joan's mind enhanced by "polarized cognition" could not immediately come up with a countermeasure to get the best of both worlds.

If Metatron forces Joan to express his opinion, he can only activate the special augmentation mode of "polarized cognition" "spiritual theater", buy a few more minutes of thinking time, come up with a plausible reason, and try to prevaricate.

Fortunately, Metatron didn't press too hard, smiled considerately, and said to him: "Your current manifestation level is not high enough to accept the transplantation of 9th-level abilities, so don't rush to make a decision, wait for you It's not too late to consider my suggestion after reaching level 17 psion."

"Okay, I will consider your proposal carefully." Joan was relieved, "Sameier is not as easy to deal with as Cain, and he was my mentor after all."

Put this first. If Metatron brings up the deal again in the future, Joan can use Samuel as an excuse to decline the deal.

As for the "unblocking technique", Qiao An felt that it was better to find another way, so as not to hurt the friends of the Silent Palace.

After finally ending this dangerous topic that made him shudder, Joan felt a lot of pressure, so he bid farewell to Metatron.

"Don't rush away yet!" Metatron held his hand, his expression and tone as if coquettish, "Do you want to visit my laboratory? There is something interesting for you to see!"

As far as his heart is concerned, Joan actually wanted to reject Metatron's invitation. He had already seen what the mind flayer's laboratory looked like in the basement of the Gnostic Stone Tower.

Perverted dramas such as "living craniotomy" are only fun for the mind flayer himself, and Qiao An can't bear it.

But rationality warned him that rejecting Metatron's invitation would not only be impolite, but also might anger this "spiritual princess" who was more sensitive and fickle than ordinary mind flayers, and the consequences would be disastrous.

After a little hesitation, Joan accepted her invitation bravely, and went to the laboratory under the stone tower together.

Immediately after entering the door, there was a strong smell of potion.

Qiao An smelled the familiar smell of medicinal materials, and couldn't help but recall the clone he made in Yunzhongcheng. The green ice coffin used to hold the clone was filled with culture fluid that had the functions of antisepsis and providing nutrients. It smells like this.

Metatron snapped his fingers, and the walls of the laboratory glowed, illuminating the room.

Joan looked around and saw a circle of crystal jars displayed against the wall. Each mouthful was the size of a coffin, and there were naked human-shaped experimental subjects suspended in it, including elves, dwarves, gnomes and other common races, and of course humans.

"These are the species specimens I collected, follow me to the next door and show you more interesting ones!"

Metatron took Joan's hand and excitedly walked through a corridor, as if he was eager to take out his treasure and share it with his close friends.

The next room is also neatly placed with crystal jars containing culture fluid, but the size is smaller. Suspended in the culture fluid are brains that have been completely dissected from the skull.

These brains are still active, providing nutrients with spiritual energy. Through the transparent vessel, Joan can clearly see the regular movement of the brain tissue.

After a little observation, based on the shape and anatomical characteristics of the brain sample, he identified the race it belonged to before it was taken out, and the species was quite complete.

Although he had expected it, the weird and gloomy scene in front of him still made Joan feel a little uncomfortable. He managed to maintain a calm demeanor, turned around and asked Metatron: "These brains in petri dishes are still conscious. Are you going to use them?" What experiments are they here for?"

"These brains are my reserve food first, and secondly, they are the protagonists living in their respective dreams, just like actors on the stage, providing me with interesting spiritual food, so that I can sit here to appreciate another world and experience another world. Of course, these poor guys don't know that they are just actors, just dreaming 'brain in a vat', reality is too cruel for them, ignorance is a blessing."

Facing the row of "brains in vats", Metatron proudly spread his arms, as if introducing the artwork he had created with his own hands to the visitors.

Qiao An nodded thoughtfully, knowing that her behavior was abnormal, but she still couldn't help being curious.

"Cultivating living brain tissue is not difficult, but it is very difficult to keep these brains in a dream state and imagine a continuous, logical and dramatic storyline. After all, dreams are mostly discontinuous fragments, and the absurdity is more than rationality. , can you disclose what technical means you used to achieve your goal?"

"My dear friend, you have asked a good question!"

Metatron's eyes sparkled with excitement, obviously scratched by Joan's advice, eager to show off to him.

"In order to make these brains in vats continue to sleep, deeply immersed in their own world, and ignore all external stimuli, I imposed a 'microcosm' on them, Brother Gnostics, you should have heard of this ninth-level temptation Control ability, right?"

The spiritual princess asked mysteriously.