I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

Rios had just taken a few steps when he suddenly heard a slight sound behind him, as if some fragile object had been squeezed and cracked.

He was slightly taken aback and looked back. He saw that a long, narrow crack had appeared on the culture chamber where Oken was. Green liquid slowly seeped out along the crack, like a strange tear of blood.

"what happened?"

Rios' voice was deep as he turned and stared intently at the researcher beside him.

Upon hearing the noise, several researchers frantically operated their terminals, trying to find the cause of the problem.

A middle-aged man in a white lab coat, sweat beading on his forehead, reported in a trembling voice, "Commander, the organisms inside the incubation chamber are behaving violently. The fusion rate data has suddenly spiked, far exceeding the preset range!"

Rios frowned slightly, took a step closer, and fixed his sharp gaze on the incubation chamber.

He could clearly see the crimson figure writhing in the culture medium. Oken's crimson wings unfurled slightly, radiating a dangerous aura.

"Increase the concentration of the sedative," Rios commanded without hesitation, leaving no room for negotiation. "Immediately."

One of the researchers nodded immediately, his fingers flying across the terminal.

A low humming sound immediately came from the pipes around the culture chamber as more sedatives were injected into the culture medium.

However, this does not seem to have the desired effect.

Boom...Boom...Boom...

Oken's heart pounded harder and harder, and his wings began to slowly open, touching the inner wall of the incubation chamber, with a faint, harsh scraping sound.

His body was about to break through the limits of the sedative.

"Commander, no!" another researcher exclaimed, his voice filled with barely concealed fear. "His fusion level is still rising! The sedative's effects have been completely negated by his life force!"

Rios glanced coldly at the man before turning his gaze to the incubation chamber.

"Immediately activate the backup suppression system and use the highest intensity electromagnetic interference to suppress his ability to move."

He paused slightly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. "Ouken... let me see where your potential lies."

The researchers looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment, but none of them dared to question his order, and they immediately got to work.

A piercing alarm suddenly sounded, and the lights in the entire laboratory turned a dim red, symbolizing the highest level of danger alert.

Rios stood to the side, a strange smile playing on his lips, his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the incubation chamber.

......

Oken closed his eyes, feeling as if a raging fire was burning in his chest, his anger overwhelming his reason like a torrent.

His heart was pounding faster and faster, his ears were ringing, and all the pain and hatred turned into a tearing impulse.

He couldn't calm down; only one thought occupied his mind: to tear the man outside the incubation chamber to pieces.

His fingertips trembled slightly, yet his body felt as if it were mired in quagmire. The high concentration of sedatives in the culture medium was comparable to a strong anesthetic for the brain, and it was a miracle that he could remain conscious without losing consciousness.

He tried to raise his hand to break the inner wall of the incubation chamber, but could only feel the cold liquid enveloping him.

Helplessness, anger, and despair intertwined into an abyss, and he roared madly in his heart.

Suddenly, he seemed to grasp something; it was a strange feeling.

The crimson wings on his back trembled slightly, emanating a faint force that, though weak, was enough to ignite his almost extinguished hope.

However, the liquid inside the culture chamber became increasingly viscous, and each breath felt like being choked.

A feeling of suffocation enveloped his consciousness, and the tranquilizer silently seeped into every inch of his skin, attempting to completely imprison him.

On the brink of life and death, his thoughts suddenly turned to past memories.

He thought of that boy who went from being a newborn to standing on his own two feet. He thought of the once glorious Mondlair family, but now only ashes remained of that once-glorious family.

He thought of the countless times he had risked his life on the battlefield of the Southern Military Region, only to be met with this miserable end.

Natasha's image also appeared deep in his mind, her disappointed eyes piercing his heart like a knife.

An inexplicable surge of madness rose within him.

All of this transformed into a burning rage, igniting a long-dormant power.

"The integration rate is still increasing! It's reached 70%!"

"Seventy-five percent!"

"Eighty percent! He has reached the maximum fusion level!"

In the lab, the guys in white coats looked at each other in bewilderment.

This was the first time they had ever seen such an unreasonable surge in integration.

But their faces showed no surprise, only fear.

Eighty percent is the highest degree of integration for human-planted warriors.

Once a life form with a fusion rate exceeding 80% appears, they can only take one action.

Initiate the biological extermination protocol.

Because once the degree of fusion exceeds 80%, the human side of the fused entity will be completely annihilated, and a complete monster will be born into the world.

"Fusion rate... 81%!"

"Activate the extermination protocol!" an old man shouted in terror, about to slam down the red button next to the control panel.

"Wait!" Rios stopped the old man, his eyes filled with joy.

"Perhaps this will be our first step into forbidden territory."

The crimson wings suddenly spread open, and the liquid inside the culture chamber churned and hissed.

The thin crack in the glass gradually spread, and a faint red light shone through the cracks into the outside world.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the glass shattered into pieces, and the culture medium poured down like a waterfall.

Oken slowly stood up from the shattered incubation chamber. The moment his crimson wings unfolded, the entire laboratory seemed to be enveloped by a scorching aura.

The integration percentage on the console was frozen at 89%.

The demon god, adorned with crimson wings, roared to the heavens.

His gaze was fixed on Rios, his crimson eyes burning with fierce rage.

His roar echoed through the laboratory, like a thunderclap from the depths of hell: "Rios—!"

Rios watched this scene quietly, a mysterious smile on his face, as if he had expected it all.

He nodded slightly, looking satisfied, and said, "Very good, even better than I imagined."

Before he finished speaking, a series of orderly footsteps suddenly came from a corner of the laboratory.

A dozen or so guards stepped out, each bearing distinct plant-integrated features.

Some people have thorny vines coiled around their arms, some have thick bark armor growing on their shoulders, and some have legs that have turned into roots.

Their gazes were cold and ruthless, filled with a deep killing intent.

Rios' voice was calm and authoritative: "Okun, you are my creation, and it is an honor for you to stand here alive. Now, I need you to prove your worth."

The guards quickly surrounded the beast that had broken out of the incubation chamber, trapping it in the center.