Chapter 515: Chapter 390: Unlimited Refills and Post-battle Spoils (Combined 6000 Words)_2

The Mosquito Mage’s beady little eyes twinkled, his needle-like mouth stuttering eagerly,

"For the next three months, I won’t sleep a wink.

"I’ll dissect that ’volunteer’ a thousand times! And conduct a thousand mosquito experiments! Nobody better try to stop me."

However, Mr. Crow of The Skinners’ Church, who had initially provided information to the Double-faced Person, the Smith Brothers, sneered,

"A thousand times? The mules in the plantation wouldn’t dare rest that much. I’ll dissect him two thousand times!

"I’ll meticulously dissect every part of him until we’ve gathered all the visible human data, which will then be used to simulate phantasms for student teaching."

The others started bidding as if at an auction, reserving their own number of dissections,

"Three thousand times!"

"Four thousand times!"

"..."

Sea Louse, lying inside the fish’s mouth underwater, didn’t want to be left out either,

"You aren’t giving the ’volunteer’s’ contributions the respect they deserve. I’ll put a number on it: ten thousand times!

"Ten thousand times per person!

"Otherwise, if word gets out, people will think we can’t afford to dissect.

"As a bonus, let’s conduct experiments on various wound and disease treatments. This includes knife wounds, axe injuries, sword lacerations, piercing wounds, burns, and various tropical diseases...

"Let me go first. If I can’t manage ten thousand dissections, I’ll lie down on the dissection table myself!"

The Homicidal Doctor, Robert Liston, and Leech Lady felt reassured by their organization members’ scientific fervor,

"Your Excellency, the Grand Priest, a model of sainthood, wouldn’t want us to quarrel over the ’volunteer.’

"I suggest we divide the volunteer with the ’Undying Body’ before each dissection, each taking a piece, with rotations every following day. Lady, what do you think?"

"Just what I was thinking. I’m sure the gentleman volunteer would be moved to tears knowing how fully we’re making use of him?"

Then, considering from whom they had received such favorable experimental conditions made them exchange a smile and say in unison,

"We thank Mr. Byron, the Father of Healing, for granting us this specimen.

"What a great man he is!

"All of humanity that benefits should be thankful for his contributions."

「...」

Meanwhile, in that corner of the Nightmare Triangle, the smoke from the battlefield had yet to clear. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The great pirate, Redbeard Edward, had indeed emerged from the Iron Maiden in tears.

However, judging from his cries of "Let me die, let me die" as he crawled towards the Iron Maiden, his tears were most likely not due to any "gratitude."

Just last year, Red Beard was an insurmountable force for Byron and Violet, a formidable pirate; today, he had already become an insignificant character who could be taken down at will.

As long as one activated Divine Sight, capable of seeing through the lines of death with the power of its high Rank, a single slash would bring him to his end.

Not even Black Sorcery: Soul-hiding Casket could save him.

But such a method of disposal would be a terrible waste.

Frugal Mr. Byron certainly wouldn’t waste resources like that.

It just so happened his research team was coming over, so he conveniently arranged Red Beard’s short but spectacular fate for the next three months.

This ending should be the best consolation for those innocent souls sacrificed in your Blood Sacrifices. When you get to Hell, boasting to your ghostly friends that you ’worked’ in the world’s most cutting-edge medical research institute could be quite the talking point.

After that, Byron couldn’t be bothered to pay any more attention to Red Beard.

Because the grand finale after the great battle—the division of the spoils—had begun.

In this minor, localized colonial war, the most valuable spoils were twofold. First, there was Dagon, who had already successfully fled by betraying his allies, along with the Legendary Warship "Dragonhead Ship: Hall of Valor," which he controlled. Second, and equally significant, was another Fifth Order Pseudo-God: the Father of the School of Sharks, Bonaparte. His holdings included the Secret Realm "Chasm Trench" and the vast Meis Leviathan Whale hunting grounds.

Several Fourth Order Spirit Mediums and Prophets in the group contacted Bonaparte’s soul immediately.

They were terrified to touch the ancient Extraordinary Knowledge from the Old Gods but had no problem finding a series of crude whale oil technologies still in early application stages.

After mutual verification and corroboration, they handed it over to the Pirate King as loot to be divided according to contributions.

His Corpse, on the other hand, was put into a wine bottle by the Sailboat Collector, and the refined Fifth Order whale oil would also be distributed.

Then, the colonial fleet, equally devastated, set off for the "Chasm Trench" without caring for their losses.

Too many had died on both sides, allowing the colonizers to extract various intelligence about the New Continent directly from the Deep Sea Clan’s souls.

When the Source Tide grows stronger with the phases of the moon, it can even inundate the material world. At such times, the Living Hatch at Fortress Bridgehead automatically engages, blocking north-south maritime traffic. Furthermore, the New Continent (also known as the "Southern Continent" to the Deep Sea Clan) and its adjacent seas become extremely dangerous.

Neither the adventure ships nor the whaling ships could afford to drift on the ocean for months on end as they did in the Old Continent.

Before real danger arrives, they must establish sufficiently sturdy outposts and sanctuaries.

"Chasm Trench" had six islands on its edge, which in Byron’s view formed a near-spoon-shaped archipelago consisting of six islands.