Chapter 511: Chapter 507: Shadow of Slaughter Chapter 511: Chapter 507: Shadow of Slaughter “This…” Muria suppressed their pride and joy, their painstakingly created work, with just one claw, leaving the group of mad alchemists stunned.

“Only this much?” Muria looked at the group, his voice indifferent but carrying a powerful oppressive force. “Too weak.”

“Duke Mureya, you are too strong.” A young, disheveled-haired alchemist protested in an unwilling tone. The hybrid creature they had modified was not weak, possessing legendary level battle capabilities, which had been proven in several wars against the Sea Clan’s invasions on the Cloud Island.

This hybrid creature had all the abilities expected of a legend. Aside from some significant communication issues, it was deemed a perfect living war weapon by their standards.

“Well, what’s its name? Or what do you call it?” Muria abruptly asked.

“Shadow of Slaughter, Shifanlin.” The answer didn’t come from any of the alchemists but from beneath Muria’s claw, the hybrid creature suppressed by the Star Cloud Chain’s forbidden power.

“Hmm?” slightly surprised, Muria turned his gaze to the hybrid creature he held down, who could not move in its embarrassing position. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a chilling intent to kill.

“Your Excellency, please be merciful!” Seeing that Muria seemed intent on destroying their painstaking work, the alchemist who would soon become a strong man crawled at Muria’s feet. “He no longer has his previous memories, only some basic fighting instincts remain.”

“But he still remembers his name.” The murderous intent in Muria’s eyes faded. It seems unnecessary for him to be so tense now. Things are different now. Even if he were once the full-strength Azure Feathered Wings that chased him across the continent, let him chop as he pleases, he probably wouldn’t be able to harm Muria. Legendary Metal cannot be destroyed by legends.

“But that’s all he remembers. Other than that, the Shadow of Slaughter doesn’t remember anything else, leaving only a bit of combat instinct.” The alchemist with thinning hair offered a humble explanation, doing everything in his power to protect their painstaking work from Muria’s hands.

“During the time you were asleep, Shadow of Slaughter participated in the defense war of Cloud Island five times, each time going through severe injuries. Even once was so severe that he had to be remade completely. The main body’s owner’s feud with you should not be inherited by him. He is now a completely new life form.”

“Life form?” Hearing what this alchemist had to say about Shadow of Slaughter’s achievements, Muria slowly loosened his claw. His killing intent completely retracted as the alchemist didn’t lie. This hybrid creature has indeed done a great job.

“Yes!” Hearing Muria question their masterpiece, the alchemists became unhappy, talking at the same time to introduce the current Shifanlin.

“He now possesses an amazing learning ability, especially in combat. His earliest fights relied on instinct, but after multiple fights, he has no longer confined himself to instinct. He is continuously learning and progressing.”

“Shifanlin now has the potential to continue to become stronger; he has not stopped in his tracks. His power is now much stronger than when he first woke up.”

“Other than memory loss, Shadow of Slaughter’s bodily functions do not differ much from normal creatures. Given a suitable maternal body, he can even reproduce.” One of the alchemists made a startling claim.

“Reproduce?” Muria gave the alchemist a “you’re talking nonsense” look. “His current hybrid form can reproduce? His body must be a mix of at least three different types of creatures’ bloodlines. What kind of creature could possibly have a child with him?”

“Ahem, Duke Mureya, although there are no examples, Shadow of Slaughter indeed holds potential for propagation.” The same alchemist with thinning hair stepped forward to explain, “To balance the bloodline conflict within his body, we injected the bloodline of the Green Bronze Dragon into him.”

“So the Shifanlin who integrated dragon blood has potential to pass on his bloodline, which is a mixture of five different creatures.” Muria glanced at the hybrid creature that had quietly risen and was looking up at him with reverent eyes.

“Theoretically, yes.”

“How did you create this monster?” Muria asked with extreme curiosity. It’s impossible to give birth to such hybrids under natural circumstances as it challenges the laws of nature. It could only be possible under human intervention.

“When Shadow of Slaughter was brought to us, he was left with only his upper body. His arms and the wings on his back were all torn off, half of his skull was shredded, and most of his body has lost its vitality. His soul was also greatly affected, and he was on the brink of death.”

“At that time, we wanted to save this legend’s life. A legend alive is somehow more valuable than a dead one.”

“How do you have the gall to save a legend who’s my enemy? Aren’t you afraid that once he recovers, he would kill you all?” Muria couldn’t help but cut in, voicing his doubts.

“That’s all thanks to the Bio-energy Extraction Array you gave us. All of our transformations and rescue operations on Shadow of Slaughter were conducted using this array, so he had no chance to make any aggressive moves against us.”

“I see.” The so-called Bio-energy Extraction Array Muria created using his knowledge of array formations, specifically designed to extract the power within creatures. This is the core of Muria’s living perpetual motion machine plan.

“After conducting some tests, we found out that the Shadow of Slaughter was a hybrid offspring of a Sapphire Mermaid and an Azure Giant Eagle. By the remaining parts’ estimation, we can infer that his lower body should be a fish tail.”

“Our original plan was to inject some legendary creatures’ blood to restore its self-healing ability. But an idea suddenly came into my mind. Since it’s already like this, why not seize this opportunity and remodel it into a living weapon.”

“We attached the horns of a Sacred Bull to his head, a tail of a Mountain-Swallowing Serpent to his lower body, used the bloodline of a Green Bronze Ancient Dragon to counter the rejection of different bloodlines and attained primary fusion.”

Although the transformation process seems simple, heaven knows how many calculations and attempts these group of alchemists conducted, how many failures they experienced. Just one Shifanlin after twenty-four years speaks to everything.

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