Rise of The Demon General Chapter 797 797. Acquiring an Altered Limb

Dao Su was not jesting; the arduous procedure took several hours, even for him, possessing as he did two extra limbs compared to ordinary humans. This was due to the painstaking slowness required. He meticulously worked, making minuscule incisions incrementally. With Amon fully conscious, the process was akin to the most savage torture. Amon's body was drenched in sweat as he bore the excruciating pain. The cloth stuffed in his mouth was nearly shredded from the relentless clenching of his teeth. Yet, he remained completely still.

Dao Su was engrossed in his delicate work, paying no heed to Amon's suffering. It was Zee Whang who observed the unfolding scene with undivided attention. Zee Whang had fully anticipated Amon would eventually yield or perhaps erupt in a furious outburst. He waited, expecting it to occur at any second, but that moment never materialized. Even after hours had elapsed, Amon lay unmoving upon the table, his compliance unwavering.

Zee Whang himself began to sweat, despite feeling none of Amon's agony. He winced repeatedly, merely by picturing what Amon was enduring. The initial, almost wicked anticipation of seeing Amon falter gradually morphed into a peculiar sense of respect.

He understood in that instant that the being before him transcended mere humanity. No ordinary human could endure such torment, especially not willingly. He knew this because his deep-seated hatred for humanity had also granted him profound insight into their every weakness. No, the figure before him was more like a machine. A purpose-driven mechanism, incapable of allowing fleeting emotions or feelings to obstruct its path.

At long last, Dao Su commenced the delicate task of linking Amon to the Scortaur’s severed part slated for transplantation. During this phase, his four arms moved with incredible dexterity. Two of his limbs affixed ultra-thin, nearly invisible filaments to the precise nerve points Dao Su had surgically opened on Amon. His other two limbs then connected the opposite ends of these filaments to the severed limb of the Scortaur.

Zee Whang diligently counted the filaments, each representing a nerve connection point. He lost track after reaching three hundred and forty-three. Dao Su continued to establish approximately two hundred more connections before finally concluding this stage.

With the intricate network of connections established, Dao Su directed his specialized, altered insects to lift the Scortaur’s severed limb. These insects, equipped with massive dragonfly wings, produced a distinct, rhythmic buzzing as they became nearly invisible due to the sheer speed of their wingbeats. Despite the collective effort of more than ten insects lifting the limb, their movements were flawlessly synchronized. Not a single insect flew faster or deviated from the others' path.

As if operating a sophisticated crane, Dao Su expertly guided his insect swarm, slowly lowering the Scortaur’s limb towards Amon’s body. The filaments, linking the nerves between the two parts, grew taut, seemingly drawing the components together despite the diminishing distance. It was as though the filaments themselves exerted a powerful pull.

Gradually, the Scortaur’s severed limb was positioned against Amon’s body. Dao Su then applied a clear, viscous liquid to the joined areas before meticulously sewing the edges together with a needle and thread. Upon completing the suturing, he retrieved a talisman he had set aside, recited an unintelligible incantation, and activated it.

The talisman flared with light before disintegrating into fine dust. Simultaneously, the stitches holding the wound emitted a soft, ethereal glow, merging seamlessly with the flesh. The junction where Amon’s body met the Scortaur’s limb underwent a profound fusion. They no longer appeared as distinct components. The skin at the interface melded together flawlessly, while the underlying blood vessels became pronounced around the connected regions.

Dao Su wiped the beads of sweat from his brow, his intricate task finally accomplished.

Amon spat out the mangled piece of cloth he had been chewing. After several deep breaths, he inquired, “Is it complete?”

“Refrain from moving for now,” Dao Su instructed. “My part is finished, but the internal fusion process is still underway. Allow it another two to three hours.”

Amon offered no objection. He laid his head upon his arms, closed his eyes, and sought rest. At the very least, the throbbing pain had begun to recede.

Zee Whang approached, his gaze intently examining the surgical outcome.

“Impressed?” Dao Su inquired, a clear note of pride in his voice.

“I would call it barbaric,” Zee Whang retorted.

“Tch! Return to your metal contraptions, you nature-loathing oaf!”

“I shall. No need to repeat yourself. I cannot bear this disarray. Not to mention the putrid odor. My heavens! I feel utterly nauseated!”

“Do not dare to vomit in my work area!” Dao Su sternly warned him.

Amon’s eyes fluttered open. “Must you two bicker elsewhere? You are disturbing my rest.”

“Tell that to this buffoon!” Dao Su exclaimed. “Begone! Leave this chamber!”

Zee Whang disregarded Dao Su’s outburst. He turned to Amon and asked, “You are aware this renders you less human, are you not?”

“Does that pose a problem?” Amon countered.

Zee Whang let out a low chuckle. “No. Not at all,” he replied.

*

Dao Su finished putting away his instruments and returned them to his laboratory. He inquired of Amon if he could utilize the remaining Primeval Scortaur for his research. Amon granted his permission. Dao Su then posed a second question: could he relocate his workshop to this area? The room offered a more generous space and was equipped with a containment enchantment, making it ideal for his purposes.

Amon declined Amon’s second request. Although he had previously assured Yuka that he could find specialists to replenish the energy sustaining the prison enchantment in this chamber, he had not yet acted on it. The power source for this sophisticated prison had its limits, intended only for critical situations. He informed Dao Su that he could select another room to establish a less complex restraining facility, powered by its own independent generator.

Dao Su was not particularly pleased with the prospect of the additional labor, but he refrained from voicing any complaints. He departed with his equipment, only to reappear three hours later, coinciding with Amon’s rise from the table.

Amon made an attempt to maneuver his newly acquired appendage, which was a tail. A formidable scorpion tail now extended from his posterior, twitching with unpredictable movements.

"Give it some time," Dao Su advised Amon. "We are beings accustomed to four limbs. It is not a simple task to adapt to an additional one, let alone control it. I myself required several days before I could effectively utilize these extra hands of mine."

The scorpion tail attached to Amon continued its random, uncoordinated motions.

"I can see that offering you advice is futile at this point," Dao Su remarked. He then took a seat to observe Amon.

"Do you have nothing more pressing to attend to?" Amon inquired.

"Gathering data from the outcomes of my experiment is an integral part of my duties," Dao Su responded.

Amon directed a glance towards Dao Su but remained otherwise silent. He persisted in exploring methods to control his new limb. He meticulously tracked each motion, committing the associated sensations to memory. He repeated the action to ascertain if the resultant movement was consistent, continuing this process until he had fully internalized the sensation before moving to the next motion.

Dao Su had a journal with him, into which he jotted down observations while monitoring Amon. Occasionally, he offered Amon guidance.

Approximately three hours later, Amon had a rough command over his new tail. He swung it across his body. It moved from left to right, then whipped forward, mimicking a strike against an unseen foe. Amon ducked instinctively. His tail arced upwards and then thrust forward from above him, much like a scorpion’s. The stinger at the tail’s extremity darted out, expelling a peculiar, foul-smelling liquid.

"Hm…" Amon brought the stinger closer to his face. The noxious fluid was the authentic venom of the Primeval Scortaur, its poison gland situated at the tail’s base. This gland was among the components surgically integrated into Amon. The Scortaur’s toxin was already formidable, capable of dispatching a Peak Fiendish Stage cultivator with ease, yet Amon resolved to discover a method for its fusion with his own poison.

"Astonishing," Dao Su exclaimed. "I have never witnessed nor heard of anyone adapting to their newly grafted parts with such swiftness as you. It is truly remarkable that you achieved such a level of control within mere hours. Utterly fascinating! You, sir, are an exceptionally interesting subject. I anticipate the prospect of further collaboration with you."

"Perhaps," Amon conceded. Although Dao Su had cautioned him about the increased risk of mental instability with more transplanted parts, he recalled Yao Ai possessing numerous augmented features. If she could manage, he believed he could too.

Amon coiled his scorpion tail around his waist, giving the appearance of wearing a voluminous, heavily armored tasset.

"An intriguing method of concealment," Dao Su commented.

"I am not attempting to hide it. This allows me to move without concern that my tail might become entangled with objects."

"If you say so," Dao Su replied.

"I presume you acquired some of the Primeval Scortaur’s toxin for your studies, did you not?"

"I did. What is your point?"

Amon presented him with a small vial filled with a dark liquid. "Attempt to ascertain if any reaction occurs when this poison is combined with the Scortaur’s toxin. Should any complications arise, endeavor to find a method for their integration."