Hiss—when Karthus appeared, Yang Fan, the only ordinary person among them, instantly turned pale and instinctively shrank behind Feng Mocuan.He had never seen such an eerie being; just standing there, he was like a moving tomb, exuding an aura of death so thick it «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» almost solidified, making his throat tighten.Feng Mocuan’s pupils contracted sharply.The perception of a Sixth-Order Spiritual Energy User allowed him to instantly grasp the immense soul power within Karthus—pure, icy, devoid of any warmth of a living being, and carrying an indifference that overlooked life and death.A necromancer, Karthus.He’s actually the future master of this laboratory?Do necromancers understand science?The Half-Beast’s amber vertical pupils suddenly constricted, and his burly body instinctively took half a step forward, shielding Qin Tian.The Half-Beast’s battle instincts gave him an almost bestial keenness to danger.The aura around Karthus, teetering on the edge of life and death, made him emit a low growl from his throat, as if warning of some unknown threat.It wasn’t until Qin Tian lightly patted his arm that he slowly retreated, but he still stared intently at the shadows beneath Karthus’s hood, his muscles poised for immediate action.Poison Widow’s red lips were tightly pursed, and a hint of solemnity and subtle fear flickered in her usually alluring eyes.She had seen many cruel and bloodthirsty thugs, but she had never encountered such an eerie necromancer.Within the black specks of light surrounding Karthus, countless fragmented souls were hidden.Those fragments radiated waves of despair and pain, clearly forcibly restrained.“Don’t be nervous.”At this moment, Qin Tian spoke, his voice calm, carrying a power that soothed people’s hearts.“To be precise, Karthus is my summoned beast.He was once a very formidable biologist, who transformed into a necromancer due to an accident, but the knowledge in his mind was not forgotten.”“Next, he will produce two previously developed potions in the laboratory: one called Youth Potion, and one called Superman Potion.”Qin Tian explained the functions of the two potions.After listening, Yang Fan’s eyes immediately lit up with surprise, completely overriding his fear of Karthus.He clearly foresaw the terrifying business opportunities contained in the Youth Potion.If handled properly, this could definitely become a pillar industry several magnitudes higher than the Elf Star trade.Li Qi and Feng Mocuan, however, focused more on the Superman Potion.They finally understood why the boss had taken in those Barbarians.Now, it was clear that the Superman Potion was practically tailor-made for the Barbarians.Qin Tian continued, “From today onwards, this laboratory building is off-limits to any outsiders.All equipment and supplies should be delivered to the warehouse, and the rest will be entirely handled by Karthus.”Karthus is a Fourth-Order necromancer, skilled in manipulating soul power.Previously, he needed assistants to help him with some experimental preparations, but now, he can do what assistants do through multitasking and psychokinesis, and even more perfectly.“Yang Fan, the task of communicating with Karthus is yours.Prepare whatever Karthus 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 Karthus, his tone slightly more serious: “Karthus, I must remind you again, you can conduct experiments in the future, but it must be within reasonable and compliant limits, and you absolutely cannot act as recklessly as before.”Karthus bowed slightly, and replied in a hoarse, deep voice: “Yes, my master.”“Alright, I’ll leave this to you.”Qin Tian looked at Feng Mocuan, “Next, I want to meet those Barbarians.”He was a complete novice in scientific research, utterly clueless about biotechnology, so staying here any longer would just be a waste of time.“Lao Mo, where are they being held?”Qin Tian opened the Silver Gray Star’s full-system satellite map, and Feng Mocuan entered a set of coordinates.The next moment, the map immediately zoomed in hundreds of times, locking onto an extremely remote area.“This place is quite good.”Qin Tian nodded and said, “Yang Fan, there might be fighting later, so I won’t take you with me.Your focus from now on will be these two potions.If you have any problems, notify me immediately to resolve them.”“Yes!”Although Yang Fan was quite hesitant to be alone in a room with Karthus, considering the vast prospects of the Youth Potion, he suddenly found this eerie necromancer almost charming.Whoosh—with a flash of silver light, five figures appeared inside a dilapidated and desolate factory building.The air was filled with the metallic scent of rust mixed with dust, and broken steel frameworks hung askew overhead.Sunlight streamed through holes in the roof, illuminating a startling scene in the center of the factory.Over a hundred Barbarians were bound by crude chains to rusty iron pillars, with slave collars around their necks.They were all burly, the shortest nearly two meters tall, with their exposed arms and chests covered in crisscrossing scars.Even more striking were the black tattoos—some snaked from their necks to their cheeks like twisted vines; others covered their entire backs, forming ferocious beast-head patterns; still others coiled around their arms like chains, so dense that the original skin color was barely visible.These tattoos glowed with a faint dark light in the dimness, exuding a primal and savage ferocity.Hearing the commotion, the imprisoned Barbarians all raised their heads, their rough faces filled with vigilance and anger.Despite being bound by chains, they still resembled trapped beasts, radiating a violent aura of “keep out.”Several short-tempered ones had already begun to struggle, their chains clanking loudly, emitting dull metallic thuds.They roared in an obscure, guttural Barbarian language, the syllables short and fierce, like curses or challenges.At this moment, most of the Barbarians’ gazes were first drawn to the Half-Beast.In the Barbarians’ simple and direct perception, size and strength were almost synonymous.The Half-Beast’s mountain-like physique, even more powerful than their tribe’s bravest warriors, was such a direct impact of strength that many Barbarians stopped moving, watching the Half-Beast with wary eyes.Just then, a calm voice resonated simultaneously in the minds of all the Barbarians.“Who is your leader?”To the Barbarians’ utter astonishment, they clearly didn’t understand these words, yet they comprehended their meaning.In an instant, all the Barbarians simultaneously looked at one particular individual.That was a Barbarian standing at the very front, a head shorter than his companions.His hair was pure white, like frost and snow frozen by the arctic winds, casually tied behind his head, with a few stray strands falling beside his cheeks, making his skin appear even more bronzed.Most striking were his tattoos—spreading from his collarbone to his abdomen, woven from countless thick black lines, resembling both the afterimages of wildly swinging battle axes and the totems of stampeding beast herds.The ends of the lines had sharp, serrated patterns, as if they could tear through the air.Between these main tattoos were interspersed small runes, like “strength” and “fury” carved in ancient Barbarian script, exuding a primal ferocity amidst their mystery.“I.”The white-haired Barbarian spoke, and although he used the Imperial Common Tongue, his accent carried a distinct Barbarian cadence, raw and robust, like carving words on a stone slab with a battle axe.“Barbarian. —Terrida.”

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