Hiss~

When Karsas appeared, the only ordinary person among them, Yang Fan, instantly turned pale and subconsciously shrank behind Feng Mochuan. He had never seen such a bizarre existence before; just standing there was like a moving tomb, emanating an almost tangible aura of death that tightened his throat.

Feng Mochuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the perception of the Tier Six Spiritualist quickly captured the vast soul power within the other party—pure, cold, lacking any warmth of a living being, coupled with a detached indifference to life and death.

A necromancer, Karsas, is he really the future master of this laboratory?

Can necromancers understand science?

Xiong's amber-colored vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and his burly figure instinctively stepped forward, standing beside Qin Tian.

The combat instinct of a half beastman gave him an almost beast-like sensitivity to danger. The aura on Karsas that bordered the line between life and death made a low growl rumble in his throat, as though he was wary of some unknown threat.

It wasn't until Qin Tian gently patted his arm that he slowly backed away, but still kept his eyes fixed on the shadow under Karsas's hood, his muscles ready to explode at any moment.

Poisonous Widow slightly pursed her red lips, a hint of seriousness and faint fear flashing in her always captivating eyes.

She had seen many cruel and murderous thugs, but had never encountered such a bizarre necromancer—within the black light around Karsas, countless tiny soul fragments were hidden, emitting waves of despair and pain, evidently forcibly confined.

"Don't worry."

At this moment, Qin Tian spoke, his voice calm and carrying a power that soothed people's hearts, "To be precise, Karsas counts as my summoned beast. He was once a very skilled biologist, but due to an accident, he transformed into a necromancer, though the knowledge in his mind hasn't been forgotten."

"Next, he will create the two potions he previously developed in the laboratory: one named Youth Potion, and the other called Superman Potion."

Qin Tian explained the functions of these two potions.

After listening, Yang Fan's eyes immediately sparkled with delight, directly suppressing his fear of Karsas.

He foresees the terrifying business potential that Youth Potion holds. If handled well, it could absolutely become a pillar business at a level far beyond mere Elf Star trade.

Li Qi and Feng Mochuan, however, focused more on the Superman Potion. They finally understood why Qin Tian took in that group of barbarians. Now it seems, the Superman Potion is tailor-made for the barbarian race.

Qin Tian continued, "From today onwards, no outsiders are allowed to enter this experimental building. All equipment and materials should be delivered to the warehouse, and the rest will be handled by Karsas."

Karsas is a Tier Four necromancer skilled in manipulating soul power. Previously, he needed an assistant to help prepare for some experiments, but now, the tasks an assistant could do, he can achieve perfectly by multitasking and controlling materials mentally.

"Yang Fan, the job of communicating with Karsas is yours. Prepare whatever Karsas needs, and strive to produce the first batch of Youth Potion and Superman Potion within half a month."

"Yes."

Yang Fan nodded, his eyes full of anticipation.

Qin Tian turned to look at Karsas, his tone slightly heavier: "Karsas, let me remind you once more: you may conduct experiments, but must adhere to reasonable and compliant boundaries, never recklessly as before."

Karsas bowed slightly and replied in a hoarse, deep voice:

"Yes, my master."

"Alright, I'll leave this to you." Qin Tian looked at Feng Mochuan, "Next, I want to meet that group of barbarians."

He's a thorough scientific novice, completely clueless about biotechnology, continuing to stay here would be a waste of time.

"Old Mo, where are they being kept."

Qin Tian opened the full satellite map of Silver Gray Star, and Feng Mochuan input a coordinate. The next moment, the map instantly zoomed in hundreds of times, locking onto a highly remote area.

"This place is quite nice."

Qin Tian nodded, saying:

"Yang Fan, there may be a battle later, so I won't be taking you with me. Your focus from now on is these two potions. Notify me immediately if any issues arise."

"Yes!"

Even though Yang Fan didn't dare be alone with Karsas, considering the vast potential of Youth Potion, he suddenly felt that this eerie necromancer seemed rather charming.

...

Shua

In a flash of silver light, five figures appeared inside a ruined and desolate factory.

The air was thick with the stench of rust and dust mingled together, and damaged steel girders crookedly framed overhead. Sunlight beamed through holes in the ceiling, illuminating a scene in the center of the factory that sent shivers down the spine.

Over a hundred barbarians were roughly chained to rusted iron pillars, slave collars around their necks.

Each was burly, the shortest nearly two meters tall, with exposed arms and chests covered in crosshatching scars. Most striking were the black tattoos—some snaking from neck to cheek like twisted vines; others sprawled across entire backs forming beast head patterns; and some wrapped around arms in chain-like forms, lines so dense they nearly obscured the skin's original color. In the dim light, these tattoos glinted faintly with a dark glow, exuding an air of primitive and savage ferocity.

At the sound, the imprisoned barbarians all raised their heads, their rough faces laden with vigilance and anger.

Despite their chains, they still exuded the fierce aura of trapped predators, with several impulsive ones already struggling, shaking the chains with a raucous clatter that reverberated with dull metallic clashes, shouting out guttural barbarian language—its syllables terse and fierce, like cursing or perhaps a show of defiance.

At this moment, most barbarians' gazes were inevitably drawn to Xiong.

In the simple and direct perception of barbarians, size almost equates to strength.

Xiong's physique, akin to a small mountain, seemed even more formidable than the strongest warriors of their own tribe. This visceral impact made several barbarians pause and watch Xiong with wary eyes.

Just then, a calm voice simultaneously resonated in the minds of all the barbarians.

"Who is your leader?"

To the barbarians' immense shock, although they didn't understand the language, they could grasp its meaning.

Instantly, all the barbarians turned to look at one particular individual.

Standing at the forefront was a barbarian whose stature stood slightly taller than his companions, hair pure white, like frost and snow hardened by polar winds, casually tied behind his head, with strands falling beside his face accentuating his bronzed skin.

Most conspicuous was the tattoo on his body—stretching from collarbone to waistline, formed by countless robust black lines intertwined, resembling both the shadow of a dancing war axe and the totem of a charging beast herd, with jagged ends appearing sharp enough to tear through air. Among these primary lines, small runes were interspersed, seemingly etched in barbarian ancient script signifying "power" and "rage," reflecting a primal ferocity.

"I..."

The white-haired barbarian spoke, though in the Empire's common language, the tone carried a distinct barbarian accent—crude and robust like war axes carving into stone slabs.

"Barbarian... Terreda."

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