345: Chapter 345 The White Bone Demon God

And just as Levi was undergoing his transformation.

Beneath the Wendao Shelter.

There were no bright lights or precision instruments here, only endless darkness, pervasive dust, and a thick, impenetrable scent of decay.

Wang Xuan sat cross-legged alone in the center of a huge circular Formation, drawn with blood mixed with some kind of mineral powder.

The lines of the Formation were twisted and complex, filled with unsettling Evil Qi and ancient runes, covering almost the entire underground plaza.

Around Wang Xuan, every node and eye of the Formation, wherever the lines extended, was piled high with zombie skeletons like small hills.

These skeletons were not piled up randomly but were arranged according to a specific pattern and orientation.

Among them were the remains of giant zombies, tens of meters tall with bones as thick as pillars, and the skeletons of hunters with streamlined bones and finger bones as sharp as knives.

There were the remains of Iron Wall zombies with abnormally heavy bones covered in tumor-like protrusions, as well as the corpses of rare Evolution-type zombies with bizarre forms, multiple limbs, or bone wings.

All the skeletons exhibited a deliberately treated grayish-white color, with faint dark red energy patterns remaining on them.

It was as if all their flesh and blood essence had been drained, leaving only the purest bone essence and the fierce Evil Qi they contained during their lifetimes.

Wang Xuan's eyes were tightly closed, his expression solemn yet tinged with a hint of fanaticism.

His hands moved constantly in front of his chest, forming one profound and ancient hand seal after another.

Following his movements, the surging mana of his Qi Refining Great Perfection Realm was fully activated, rushing out along specific Meridians.

It instantly transformed into a viscous, scarlet, scorching hot, and pungent blood-scented substance—the Blood Flame Demonic Fire!

"Whoosh!"

The scarlet flames erupted from his palms, but they did not spread wantonly; instead, they were strongly constrained and guided by the Formation on the ground.

Countless streams of blood flame, like living fire snakes, slithered rapidly along the lines of the Formation, igniting every node where the zombie skeletons were piled.

In an instant, the entire underground plaza was illuminated by the scarlet firelight, and countless skeletons emitted "crackling" sounds within the blood flames.

Yet they were not burned to ash; instead, they began to melt and soften, as if they were wax.

"A mountain of corpses as the steps, demonic flames as the guide, ten thousand bones as the foundation..." Wang Xuan chanted, his voice low and penetrating, echoing through the empty underground space.

The speed of his hand seals grew faster and faster, and the Blood Flame Demonic Fire around him flared up, nearly enveloping his entire body, leaving only a pair of eyes glowing intensely within the flames.

"Sacrifice—Bone Demon God!"

The final low shout resonated like a thunderclap.

The entire Formation shone brightly, and all the burning blood flames suddenly contracted inward, converging at the very center of the Formation, right in front of Wang Xuan.

The grayish-white bone liquid formed by the melting of countless zombie skeletons was forcibly pulled, compressed, and underwent Fusion under the power of the Formation and the scorching of the blood flames!

A huge and blurry silhouette began to slowly take shape amidst the boiling bone liquid and demonic fire, emitting a ferocious aura that made one's Soul tremble.

Meanwhile, deep within another grand-scale Human Alliance Shelter, known for its precision mechanical industry and rigorous order.

Inside a super-giant assembly workshop with a ceiling height of over a hundred meters and an area comparable to several football fields, the scene was completely different from Spark and Wendao.

The place was brightly lit, with countless high-power industrial floodlights illuminating every corner as bright as day.

The air was filled with the faint smell of machine oil, the unique scent of metal after cutting, and a weak, sweet, fishy smell similar to biological culture fluid.

On the workshop floor, countless dazzlingly huge parts were arranged in categories.

There were special alloy beams and armor plates flashing with a cold light, thick hydraulic transmission rods wrapped in energy conduits, and complex precision gear sets and bearings.

There were also various unknown functional modules flashing with different indicator lights.

In another specific area, many body parts of Evolution-type zombies were neatly displayed: huge limbs covered with thick cuticles, and alienated bones with a metallic luster that were still pulsating slightly.

There were strong muscle bundles preserved in special containers, and even some zombie heads or torsos with unique forms that had been completely preserved.

Occasionally, a trace of residual fierce light or energy fluctuation would flash in their eyes or wounds.

In the center of this ocean of parts and biological components, Silver Wing was working intently.

Through a control terminal floating beside her, which continuously projected complex holographic operation interfaces, she commanded dozens of automated robotic arms and precision machining platforms of various forms.

These tools were all designed and built by her personally over the past year, using the industrial mother machines left in the shelter and all the Materials she could find.

There were laser etching machines capable of nano-scale engraving, and bionic suturing arms with precision down to the gram, capable of handling biological tissues.

There were ultrasonic welding torches capable of Fusion between special alloys and biological tissues at the molecular level, and scanning arrays capable of analyzing material stress and energy conduction in real-time.

Each tool represented her pushing mechanical engineering to a new height in this world.

Silver Wing's eyes were as cold as ice, her fingers sliding, clicking, and dragging across the holographic interface, occasionally making subtle parameter adjustments.

Under her command, the robotic arms worked with breathtaking precision and efficiency, performing high-temperature quenching and surface energy coating on a curved alloy armor plate.

Decalcifying and strengthening a leg bone from a giant zombie, and embedding it with preset energy circuits.

Performing biological bonding and neural interface docking between a piece of still-active cuticle skin and composite armor.

Coupling the power of a complex gear transmission System with modified tendon bundles derived from a hunter...

Her movements were smooth and flowing, as if she were not assembling a behemoth, but completing a delicate work of art.

And in a perspective invisible to anyone else, on the Infinite Paradise personal panel visible only to Silver Wing, in the talent column.

The two ancient characters "Heavenly Artisan" were becoming brighter with every operation, every successful integration, and every creation she made.

This light resonated in synchronization with the heartbeat of the giant object gradually taking shape in the workshop.

Time flew by amidst the vastly different yet equally focused preparations of the three.