My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start Chapter 199 - The Experiment At The Snowy Mountain Peak

Chapter 199: The Experiment At The Snowy Mountain Peak

The changes in the ruins rapidly drew the attention of everyone there. Broken stones were continually flung out of the crumbling ruins. A sinister black aura lingered around them, and the rocks that were covered by it plummeted into the snow. In no time, a deep pit appeared in the snow.
The black aura had initially seeped out from the ruins’ debris, but it swiftly drilled out from other places. It joined and clung to the summit of Dragonspine Snow Mountain, turning the previously snow-white mountain peak black. That black atmosphere seems to have emptied the entire Dragonspine Snow Mountain.
“Sylvan, what did you do to the ruins?”
Antonio, who was in his 20s again, turned around and looked at Sylvan; his voice was gentle and pleasant.
“Master, I did not do anything.”
Sylvan shook his head in response to seeing Antonio in such a state.
“It’s best if that’s the case. Watson places a high value on that ruin. I will let you get punished if you do anything to trigger changes in the ruins.”
Sylvan was dumbstruck.
Sylvan took a deep breath. When had he ever felt so betrayed as a border count? However, the person in front of him was Antonio; he could not offend him, regardless of his strength or identity. He already knew why Antonio was good toward Watson, and he only wanted to say one thing.
There was nothing wrong with Antonio liking Watson, but could he treat Sylvan a little better? After all, he was Watson’s supposed father. How could he punish the father for the sake of the child?
“How did the Dragonspine Snow Mountain turn black? What’s with that black aura? Why do I feel dizzy just by looking at it?”
“Be on alert. There seem to be many magical beasts appearing on the peak of the mountain.”
Some of the shadow guards bowed their heads as if they were in pain. One of them raised his head to look at the sky and cried out in surprise.
Everyone raised their heads to look at the top of the Dragonspine Snow Mountain, as directed by the horrified Shadow Guards. It spanned an unknown number of kilometers and an unknown height. Suddenly, a veil of colorful light erupted at the top of the Dragonspine Snow Mountain and descended quickly. A closer examination revealed that the light was the combat aura from a slew of powerful magical beasts. At the very least, they were bronze-tier, and among them, there was no lack of powerful silver and gold-tier magical beasts too.
The vibrations triggered an avalanche while the magical beasts were running. The snow lines that covered the sky collapsed, and the avalanche’s speed could only catch up to those bronze-tier magical beasts. The majority of the magical beasts had fled before the avalanche happened.
The magical beasts’ leader was a massive silver-white wolf with 12 wings on its back. It was several dozen meters long. Its eyes were blood-red, and it wore a crescent-shaped insignia on its brow. Something had wounded its right ear; it had an odd gap.
“Why are there so many magical beasts on Dragonspine Snow Mountain?”
Watson was astounded to see the mystical beasts descending from the mountain’s peak. He used the technique to identify the magical beasts’ data.
There were around a million of them, and they were generally stronger than the magical beasts in the Misty Forest. He thought he had practically fused all of the magical beasts in the Misty Forest the previous week. He had not anticipated seeing so many of them on Dragonspine Snow Mountain. Even silver-tier magical beasts with wings would struggle to soar to the Dragonspine Snow Mountain’s height. Flying would be impossible due to the intense cold and thin air.
Did those magical beasts climb up the mountain?
Watson promptly dismissed that notion, knowing full well that it was much more improbable.
After sweeping through the horde of magical beasts, his eyes were drawn toward the silver-white wolf at the fore of all the other magical beasts.
[Platinum-tier magical beast: the Twelve-winged Moon-eating Sky Wolf]
The sky wolf was a magical beast in ancient legends. It liked to devour the moonlight. The sky wolf dwelt in a dark and foreboding realm. It was an existence that could fight against the dragon race. Due to its characteristics, very few of them were exterminated by ancient elites. Most of the magical beasts that possessed the sky wolf’s bloodline were silver-tier silver-moon magical wolves.
[Ability: immune to light-elemental damages, high-tier physical immunity, high-tier Devour (able to convert what it devours into energy), Night Protection (have twice the strength during the night), high-tier Berserk (when life is in danger, it will enter a frenzied state and sacrifice its rationality in exchange for an increment in combat strength).]
[Additional ability: Moon Reading (anyone who looks into its eyes will be pulled into an illusion, where they can be tortured and killed in the illusion).]
[Additional skills: platinum-tier fusion spell Absolute Zero, platinum-tier ice-elemental spell Eternal Ice-sealed Throne, gold-tier ice-elemental spell Ice Giant Creation, gold-tier light-elemental spell Extreme Cold Milky Way.]
“Impressive attributes!”
Watson sighed. Such attributes were no worse than the Golden Flash. He was about to say something when he heard a creaking sound. He turned around to see Nightingale clenching her fists so tightly that he could hear it. Her eyes were bloodshot as she peered at the Moon-eating Sky Wolf as it descended from the mountain’s summit.
“That split ear… It’s the same one. I’m not wrong.”
The Nightingale utilized a teleportation technique only available to gold-tier warriors. She vanished into the distance as she ran toward the Dragonspine Snow Mountain.
“Miss Nightingale, it’s too dangerous!”
The Moon-eating Sky Wolf was a platinum-tier magical beast. Then, there were the other high-tier magical beasts as well. If Nightingale rushed forward by herself, would she not head toward her death?
Watson was anxious; he could not care about anything else. He followed Nightingale and used teleportation to catch up to her. Behind him, Antonio and Sylvan flew toward the top of the mountain as well. They did not appear to be in good shape.
“Sylvan, I think someone is raising those magical beasts. Do you know where they came from?”
Antonio’s eyes flashed between gold and silver. He cast the gold-tier spell, Eye of Insight, and scanned the magical beasts that had descended upon them. He realized that those magical beasts were not wild beasts. He could see their claws and teeth were artificially polished. Their necks, limbs, and even their ears had rope burns.
Only Sylvan had the ability to raise so many magical beasts on the border. Furthermore, Sylvan harbored hatred against the King, so he had the motive for raising those magical beasts.
“Master, do you suspect me? I don’t know who raised those magical beasts either. I didn’t even know that there were so many powerful magical beasts hidden in the Misty Forest. If those beasts had attacked us the previous year, we would have been reduced to ruins!”
Sylvan smiled bitterly.
It was inevitable that he would be suspected. It was unreasonable that he did not know someone had nurtured so many magical beasts under his nose. However, he also did not expect that someone would do exactly that at the peak of the Dragonspine Snow Mountain. That mountain separated the Holy Dragon Kingdom and the Winter Nation; it was even unlawful for one to climb it.
‘Who would raise magical beasts there?’ Sylvan thought to himself. There was only one person who had such strength and was not afraid of the kingdom’s laws.
…
“It is the 25th day of the 12th month of the year 221 according to the Holy Dragon Calendar. A total of 108,100 researches had been done on the Infinite Fission spell. The purpose of the experiment was to test if we could control the Infinite Fission spell. However, all those tests had failed! We are unable to stop the spell once it is cast. We’ve used silver-tier magical beasts in the experiments, namely the Gold-devouring Rats. They became irrational and uncontrollable once inoculated with the spell. Every time it gorged itself, it would reproduce and promote the evolution of the Gold-devouring Rat, which then had the strength of a platinum-tier magical beast. I named it the Heaven-devouring Rat Emperor.
“As a by-product of the Infinite Fission spell, I have obtained a gold-tier medicine called the Magical Beast Evolution Fluid. It is a black liquid that will automatically liquefy into mist when the temperature is below zero. It is corrosive too! That medicine is extracted from the dead Gold-devouring Rats’ bodily fluids. It can allow magical beasts to evolve quickly and unlock intelligence that is no weaker than that of a human. However, magical beasts that had taken that medicine will become aggressive and will probably end up dead.
“We’ve used about 2.2 million magical beasts in our experiments, and only about 1.3 million had survived the process. The estimated survival rate is 59%! To ensure the secrecy of the experiment, I used the Gold-devouring Ratrats to empty most of the Dragonspine Snow Mountain and threw that mysterious medicine in there. If the mountain is destroyed, then the drugs will spread, and no one at the border will be spared.”
A middle-aged man with purple hair and a gray-white robe sat cross-legged on the snow on the mountain peak. He held a book with dense experimental data in his hand, and a quill pen was moving on its own to record what he had said.
The words composed with the quill pen were vividly red, which was unusual. Every time it finished a paragraph, the man would stick the quill pen into his arm and let it suck his blood. “I swear by this platinum-tier item, the Pen of Truth, that what I had stated is true,” he whispered to himself. “There are no lies, omissions, or concealments. Stop recording.”
Hiss!
As soon as he finished speaking, the man sucked in a breath of cold air. The quill was like a knife; it spun and stabbed a piece of flesh off his arm before it continued to drill into it.
The man’s arm had other similar wounds. One could vaguely see his bones from the wounds, and he covered his bleeding right hand. As he endured the pain, he continued to whisper, “Additional notes. That experiment and the Spreading Plague experiment conducted in the Broken Baron’s territory in the Winter Kingdom had proven to be ineffective. Both had failed to resurrect anyone. End of statement.”
After he finished speaking, the quill no longer moved; it landed on the ground quietly.
The man picked up the quill and struggled to his feet before he closed the book with a click. “The two experiments that lasted for ten years have finally ended. It’s time to report to His Majesty. I wonder if he has any new experiments for me, and where will I conduct them? I hope he can arrange for a more comfortable place for the experiments. My bones can’t stand the cold on another snowy mountain.”
On the peak of the mountain, a gust of cold wind blew past, blowing his long robe, revealing a strange body underneath him. Half of it was white bones, and the other half was full of flesh and blood. The boundaries between them were clear and shocking.
A rush of chilly wind blew past him on the mountain’s crest. It blew on his long robe to reveal a strange form beneath the cloth. Half of it was bones, while the other half were flesh and blood. The distinctions between them were stark and shocking.