Of course, such schemes must be planned slowly, and journeys must be taken step by step. At the moment, it was not a suitable timing to provoke the Sacred City, and he could only carry out the research in secret and take things slowly.

  Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard a loud bang.

  The iron shell covering Zebra abruptly exploded.

  The aftermath shock waves swept, then immediately froze, and dissipated without a trace.

  Only Zebra who had fallen with his back to the ground and was a bloody mess, remained in place.

  The alarm sounded sharply, stinging everyone's eardrum.

  Newton was stunned at first, then immediately turned violent with rage. He ran over slapped Zebra's face furiously. "My prototype! You dumbass, what have you done!"

  Contrary to Ye Qingxuan's expectations, Zebra had not been burnt into charcoal in the outbreak of music theory.

  By right, the musical movements on his body had connected with the alchemy array as one, and he shouldn't have survived safely. However, at the moment, it seemed that he only sustained serious injuries, and was not even in need of emergency treatment.

  Soon, Newton identified the cause of the accident, and lifted the remaining half of arm guard on the ground, expressionless. Two of the buttons on it were all switched on.

  The terminal's capability was not enough to support the operation of two movements at the same time, and the music theory had clashed and erupted.

  It was like an overconfident apprentice who wanted to play a movement above his level and blew up with a boom.

  "Drag this dead dog out!" Newton roared furiously, stomping, "Next time, find me some test subjects who can understand human language, do you hear me! Such dumb idiots would only hold things up!"

  Ye Qingxuan sized the gigantic man who was being carried away on a stretcher up. "What have you done? How did he survive?"

  "I'm guessing that you wouldn't want to know." Newton gave a laugh, kicking the fragments on the ground with the tip of his sole, and a crooked, blood-stained silver nail rolled out of them.

  Ye Qingxuan's expression also turned ugly.

  He knew what the thing was.

  — Mass produced surgical sound suppressor plug.