Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

In the dark and damp cave passage, two cloaked members of the Deep Sea Church walked quickly towards the laboratory deep inside, one in front and one behind.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, do we really want to use that weapon? Her condition is not stable enough..." The man following behind bent down and asked respectfully and tentatively.

"Are you questioning my decision?" The man called the bishop turned around, his dark green eyes making people feel numb all over, and his tone was filled with unquestionable majesty.

"I dare not, but Bishop Aulus specifically instructed that it is best not to touch his experimental subjects until the desired results are achieved."

The man behind him, sweat beads on his forehead, lowered his head even lower. He couldn't afford to offend Bishop Quintus, nor could he afford to offend Bishop Aulus.

He was just a minor researcher and didn't want to get involved in the clash between the two bishops. So after explaining Bishop Aulus's instructions in full, he fell silent.

"Hmph! The Sea God's Messenger has given me power. Taming a polluted deep-sea hunter is easy. That guy Aulus only does useless work and wastes time." The Bishop of the Deep Sea Church snorted coldly. His ideal pursuit is different from

"Haha... You're right. The laboratory where the hunter is imprisoned is in front." The researcher following behind him took a step forward, took out the bunch of keys covered with copper rust from his arms, and opened several heavy steel doors one by one.

The huge cave is filled with strange equipment. The sunlight that seeps through the cracks in the cave illuminates the place from a hidden place, and the faint blue light indicates its location.

A white-haired deep-sea hunter floated in the tank, his arms folded before him, his expression serene and peaceful, as if dead or perhaps soundly asleep. His beautiful, snow-white back was marred by two icy needles, and a thick, golden liquid flowed through the connecting tubes.

The Deep Sea Church conducted a test on the Ghost Shark to test the infectivity of Originium. Using Agol's technology, they injected enough refined Originium fluid into her spinal cord to infect a small country.

Bishop Quintus was curious about how the Ghost Shark could resist such a large-scale Originium infection, but that was all. In his eyes, the Deep Sea Hunter, with its sea heir blood flowing through its veins, was nothing more than a hybrid evil.

Since they couldn't extract any experimental value from her, they could use her as a weapon. The Banduma Agricultural Technology Company, which had suddenly appeared, brought rice seeds that could grow on land soaked in seawater.

Once Iberia's food production problem is resolved, the Inquisition's growing power will inevitably impact the Deep Sea Church's infiltration. They must find a way to destroy this agricultural technology company.

The core leader of Banduma Agricultural Technology, Dr., has a mysterious origin, and no one knows what he looks like beneath his protective suit. He is protected not only by a team of Inquisitors but also by a Deep Sea Hunter.

It is really difficult to carry out an assassination.

Then use deep-sea hunters to fight deep-sea hunters. The battle between these evil creatures will definitely be very interesting.

"Don't let me down... you infected creature." Bishop Quintus stroked the glass of the aquarium and turned to look at the researcher. "Let her out. I want to implant the power of Poseidon's Messenger into her."

"Yes!" The researcher came to the operating table and, after a brief operation, the sharp needle was pulled out from behind, leaving a few streaks of bright red blood. The glass of the water tank opened to the sides, and the nutrient solution poured out, and the white-haired hunter fell to the ground.

Bishop Quintus leaned over and reached out, his slimy tentacles piercing the pinholes on the white-haired hunter's back, implanting a mysterious substance into her spinal cord. The bishop was convinced that this substance would be effective and could control the hunter's nature.

In the corner where no one noticed, the bloody smell of the hunter leaked into the outside world along with the air flowing in the cave.

"Hiss~~~Huh~~~A familiar smell, I finally found you, shark." The tall deep-sea hunter waved the long sword in his hand and neatly cut off several fallen deep-sea believers around him.

As he paused to adjust his rapid breathing from the high-speed movement, he caught a whiff of the subtle smell of blood in the air. Sharks' fighting style was frenzied, and they were often injured during training and missions.

Swordfish, the captain, was most familiar with the smell of her blood.

After determining the direction from which the scent of blood came, the swordfish kicked with its powerful legs. The ground beneath its feet cracked and shattered, and its speed easily exceeded the speed of sound, creating a huge noise along the way.

......

"Skadi, I'm glad you survived that brutal battle. But acting in such a flamboyant way is not like you at all."

"Whether you're being used by someone with ulterior motives, or you've suddenly become wise and learned how to set traps to lure out the enemy hiding in the shadows, I need to personally inspect your situation."

The man in the tricorn hat pulled up his mask, carrying an exaggerated anchor weapon on his shoulder, and walked with heavy and steady steps towards the seaside town where the rumor of the white-haired hunter was spreading.

The Deep Sea Hunters, the Deep Sea Church, and the Inquisition are about to meet in a seaside town. The will of the doctor who is promoting all this comes from Kazdel, far away on the other side of the earth.

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"There are more and more people joining the Deep Sea Church. They are all attracted by the information we deliberately released. Skadi, the plan is going smoothly." The doctor stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, looking deeply at the turbulent sea.

The seaside town has been affected by the storm recently, and it has been raining heavily for three consecutive days.

"But the rice you planted in the fields seems to have been noticed by the Deep Sea Church. Is that okay?" Skadi sat in the corner holding her sword bag and looked up to ask.

"This situation is indeed unexpected, but it doesn't matter. I've already called for backup. I believe that powerful help will arrive soon."

"Are they those from the Inquisition?" Skadi was not optimistic about the Iberians. Most of them couldn't even block a sword she swung.

If faced with a continuous onslaught of terrifying fish, there is no telling how long you can hold out, and the battle could be quite brutal.

"No, you'll know when the time comes." The doctor kept the suspense here for the time being, leaving it for the right time.

"Well, I am just your hired private security guard. I will just listen to your orders when the time comes. As for support forces and the like, it is not within my consideration at all." After saying that, Skadi suddenly stood up, picked up the heavy sword bag, and seemed ready to leave the room.

"Mr. Doctor, Skadi, it's time to eat."

Anita's call coincided almost perfectly with the timing of Skadi turning the doorknob. It turned out that she had been silently paying attention to the movements in the kitchen, ready to cook at any time.

Skadi has a strong physique, so her demand for food has always been great, and ordinary families really can't afford to feed her.

"Okay, we'll be there right away." The doctor responded loudly. Before turning around and leaving, he pulled the curtains to block the prying eyes from the ocean.