Chapter 222 The Most Miserable Golden Warrior

[Troll] is the advanced version of [Servant of Power], which is composed of three silver laws: [Servant of Power] + [Blood Frenzy] + [Demon Heart and Soul].

Among them, [Blood Frenzy] and [Demon Heart and Soul] have similar violent effects, perhaps this is why the violent potion uses [Troll] blood.

However, this blood is definitely not bought from the hands of [Troll] gold masters. A gold master has too many ways to make money, and he would not do such a cheap thing as selling blood.

Maybe, Federal Pharmaceutical Company imprisoned a [Troll]?

And this troll is most likely cultivated by the company itself, not an outside noble, otherwise the risk of exposure is too great. Now is not the war period decades ago, but a peaceful era.

The disappearance of a gold noble in a peaceful era is a big deal.

Su Mu expressed his speculation and immediately got Duanmu Qing's affirmation.

"Mr. Su, you are right. The company can do this and has the strength to do it.

It is extremely difficult to cultivate gold-level strongmen, because it is not something that can be done by instilling extraordinary potions.

There is a probability of failure when taking extraordinary potions. This probability is not very obvious when you are bronze. As long as your talent is not too bad, you can basically succeed. But when you reach silver, the probability of failure increases greatly.

Many bronze-level extraordinary people have spent all their money to buy a bottle of silver potion, but they all fail after taking it.

When it comes to gold, the probability of failure is terrifying, so those who can become gold are all geniuses picked from thousands of miles away. Only the financial resources of the company can support large-scale trial and error, and finally... Successfully cultivated a golden warrior. "

Su Mu continued to speculate along with her words: "This way of cultivating golden warriors is extremely costly, even exceeding the value of golden warriors themselves. If it is to enhance the company's strength, they can hire them with money, so they do this for only one purpose, that is, for the violent potion. "

"Well, a golden warrior can live for hundreds of years. As long as it is used properly, it is simply a cash cow for the company. One person can guarantee a hundred years of profit. They can't help it. "

Speaking of this, Duanmu Qing's eyes flashed with a touch of reluctance. Just a simple guess, she can think of what kind of life this golden warrior lived in the past.

Basically the same situation as herself, but worse than herself, because she is refining medicine, and the other party is the medicine itself.

When Duanmu Qing was sighing, Su Mu quietly moved his mind. A captive golden warrior? Isn't it just right for her to use?

He even began to look forward to it. A golden strongman was imprisoned like an animal and had his blood drawn every day. What kind of crazy things would this person do once he was released from the cage?

The other party's life was even worse than that of a pig in a pigsty. At least no one cut meat from the pig every day and sold it piece by piece, and then waited for the pig to grow up and recycled it infinitely.

Where would this golden strongman be imprisoned?

After a little thought, Su Mu had the answer.

First of all, Chu Shang actually knew the formula of the violent potion, which in itself explained the problem. The scandal of imprisoning a golden strongman and drawing blood was definitely better known by as few people as possible. Anyone who knew about it must be a participant.

Since Chu Shang knew it, and he was the boss of the Red Flame Branch of Federal Pharmaceuticals, it was very likely that this golden strongman was imprisoned in the Red Flame Empire.

Compared with other empires, the degree of unrest within the Red Flame Empire was definitely ranked first, and the existence of the Revolutionary Army was a sign of it, proving that the control of the Red Flame Empire was weak, so this was the most suitable soil.

And Chu Shang chose to imprison Duanmu Qing's important tool in this base, which means that he believes in the defense ability of this base. Then...

At this point, Su Mu was almost certain in his heart.

In order to check the answer, he sneaked into Chu Shang's dream again.

A moment later, Su Mu came back. As expected, this golden strongman was imprisoned in this base, and the location was extremely strict, and the imprisonment level was higher than Duanmu Qing.

Located on the third floor underground, there are layers of guards and walls cast with mithril, which can be said that not even a fly can fly in.

However, all this can not stop Su Mu.

Under the cover of the dream, he didn't even need to find the entrance to the third floor underground. His body gradually sank and slowly sank into the soil.

After sinking dozens of meters, he finally came to the third floor underground. Passing through layers of walls and guards, he saw a prison made entirely of mithril at the deepest part.

After entering the prison, there was a mithril cage inside. Countless mithril chains extended from the prison wall and finally connected to the skeleton-like creature in the cage.

Why is it called a skeleton?

Because the person imprisoned in the cage no longer looked like a human. He was skinny and bony, as if he was just a skeleton covered with human skin. His long hair was scattered like tangled hemp, covering most of his face, revealing only deep eye sockets and cracked lips.

There was no trace of life in those empty eyes, only endless despair and numbness.

There were more than ten slender transparent tubes connected to his body. The five or six transparent tubes above were filled with various liquids, which were constantly infused into his body, while the translucent tubes below were bright red, slowly but non-stop extracting blood from his body.

Su Mu walked forward, passed through the fence and entered the cage. He kept looking at the transparent tubes above. He found that these tubes were actually transporting various therapeutic potions and nutritional potions.

To put it bluntly, the life of this golden strong man is hanging by a thread.

Judging from the moldy and blackened food scattered around, this gold warrior must have wanted to commit suicide by fasting, but the company did not give him this opportunity. You don't want to eat, right? Then I'll give you a nutrient solution!

Su Mu circled around the gold warrior, looking at his body pierced by the mithril chain, his wrists, ankles and major joints pierced by steel needles, and the collar on his neck, and he couldn't help but marvel.

This is definitely the worst gold warrior he has ever seen, no one else.

"Lin Canyang." A cold voice suddenly sounded in the prison.

Lin Canyang was like a corpse, motionless, and even his eyes did not fluctuate at all, as if he didn't hear it.

"Do you want revenge?" The cold voice echoed in the narrow prison, like a devil whispering.

At this moment, Lin Canyang's dead eyes showed color for the first time. He raised his head very slowly, like a rusty machine that had not moved for a long time. The mere movement of raising his head made his neck creak.

A person appeared in his sight.

A person who stood in the darkness but still shone brightly.

A straight tuxedo, a black gentleman's stick, an elegant top hat, and... a silver-white mask with a contemptuous smile!