Divine Civilization

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The universe is vast.

The Light Plane is just one of a stack, a little dust.

Beyond the light plane, I don't know how many light-years there is, there is also a plane developing quietly.

Aesop plane.

Yilanpu National Center for Life Evolution and Genetic Sciences.

This research center is located in the Alliance's second executive star, and looks like a normal unit. In fact, it is a large-scale diversified scientific research center integrating research, life, consumption and entertainment.

5am.

As soon as the stars rose from the ground, Zhonghai City ushered in the dawn.

Under the light of morning light, the CSP station in the central area of ​​the city looks like it is covered with a layer of colored light, exuding a dreamy brilliance. This is the heart of a modern city, the source of all energy.

Research institutes, living quarters, entertainment districts ... like different organs scattered around the energy station, criss-crossing suspended tracks glow with mechanical cold light, connecting them together like blood vessels, looking far away Go, the traffic is like water, the flow is endless.

At this moment, amidst the traffic flow, in a fully-autonomous taxi, a young man with glasses and ordinary appearance was drowsily yawning.

His name is Liu Peng, who specializes in gene analysis and gene stripping and introduction. He is a very humble little researcher at the National Life and Gene Science Research Center in Yilanpu.

Outside the car window, advertisements are rotating in the huge holographic projection advertising area. For a while, it is an advertisement for health products, for a while, it is an advertisement for a virtual game store, and for a while, it is an advertisement for daily necessities.

The music of the advertisement and the words of the advertisement were transmitted into the car through the window, just like a lullaby. The more he listened, the more sleepy he became, and his eyes could hardly open.

Stunned.

A cute, synthetic electronic sound sounded in his ear: "Guest, your breakfast is here."

Liu Peng opened his eyes and saw a small flying robot in the shape of a cartoon floating in the window with a breakfast bag and blinking at him with big electronic eyes.

Even if he knew that it was the program setting, he still felt a little better.

"Within five minutes of placing an order, the take-out of the research center is still as strong as ever." He rubbed the smooth head of the flying robot in a good mood, brushed off the breakfast bag, and clicked the evaluation of his chest. Button, gave a five-star praise.

The breakfast he ordered was milk and cake. Such a popular breakfast shop ca n’t afford expensive labor at all. Cakes are made by a standard baking robot according to the program. Milk is also synthesized according to a general recipe. The taste is the same, although it ’s not bad. No surprises.

Breakfast was quickly resolved, and soon the Academy arrived.

The fully automatic suspended taxi slid into the track under the guidance of the navigation system. He opened the door and got off, and quickly walked into the research institute along the special passage.

However, for the sake of confidentiality policy, the head of this research institute is "Zhonghai Meat and Poultry Breeding Base" ... I don't know which leader's forehead was caught, giving the research institute of Gaoda such a disguised name.

This made Liu Peng get a huge negative bonus on finding a girlfriend. As he walked towards the laboratory, he was full of thoughts.

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In the laboratory, the huge and precise quantum gene replicator is buzzing slightly, and the transparent tissue culture tubes suspended with different organs are constantly adjusting the liquid input under the systematic monitoring. The green light on the instrument is blinking once Flashing, against the white walls of the laboratory, it looked pleasing to the eye.

On the operating table next to the screen, the latest analysis map is displayed. Several young researchers in white isolation suits are tirelessly checking the indicators, recording the experimental data, and occasionally communicating in a low voice. The tone is short and powerful.

Busy, but orderly.

Suddenly, the heavy lead door of the laboratory slowly opened in a slight frictional sound, and Liu Peng appeared outside the door wearing an isolation suit.

"Hey ~ Liu Peng."

"Hi ~"

Seeing him coming, the researchers behind the console greeted him familiarly. They are all old acquaintances, and there is no need to be too polite, saying hello, everyone will go to work.

Liu Peng also cheered up to his place and replaced the night shift researcher who had spent the whole night.

"Looking at your listlessness, you must have stayed up late last night to watch the virtual concert of Goddess Angel?" There was a dark-haired, black-eyed young man sitting next to him, and it became clear instantly when he saw him.

After thinking about it, he took out a green potion bottle from his pocket with pain in his face, and shoved it into his hand: "I was going to keep it for myself, so it's cheaper for you ~"

"Elixir of energy?"

Liu Peng saw what was in his hand, and suddenly it was bright.

Energy Medic, with its full name "CY-II Herbal Extract Preparation", is one of the latest products of Oriental International Pharmaceutical Company. It is actually a nourishing herbal preparation, but because of its remarkable effect in replenishing energy and refreshing the brain, it has been nicknamed "energy potion" by many researchers.

Liu Peng stayed up all night and saw it, just like seeing a savior.

He happily patted the young man's shoulder: "Thank you, brother. Wait for the rest, I invite you to dinner."

With the potion of energy, the fatigue and nervousness brought by staying up late were swept away immediately, and his whole body became full of energy, his energy became extra full, and he felt that he could stay for two more nights.

Liu Peng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look at you like this ~" The black-haired and black-eyed young man shook his head. "Seeing that the results will come out, even dare to stay up late to watch the virtual concert. Are you afraid of being caught and trained by the boss?"

"Hey ~ I ’m trained for the sake of training ~ I recognize it for the goddess!" Liu Peng grinned, "You do n’t know how shocking the concert last night was, Goddess Angel's singing skills are absolutely incredible Now ~ I can hear my blood boiling ... especially her temperament, pure and beautiful, like an angel descending into the world. "

When talking about his own goddess, Liu Peng kept talking, and there was a stance of three days and nights.

The young man shook his head helplessly.

While talking, the quantum gene duplicator suddenly issued a clear sound.

They can't be more familiar with this tone.

All the researchers in the laboratory were instantly refreshed, and their dopamine levels rose rapidly.

"A result?"

"Hurry up! Notify the boss!"

Everyone in the laboratory moved. In a hurry, a gray-haired old man was notified and strode in.

The old man Yu Xuanang had a strong aura. As soon as he entered the door, he asked with a solemn look: "How is the situation?"

This old man is a top master in genetic research and a mentor to Liu Peng. These days, it is also very common to call your mentor as your boss.

"Boss, this is the latest result." Liu Peng, who was responsible for collating the results, quickly entered the just-arranged data into the chip and sent it respectfully. "The data shows that one of the ten sets of gene fragments we reproduced can be perfect The ground is embedded in the mech warrior's gene chain, and the rejection rate is less than 10%. Through the results of simulation experiments, we can basically make a judgment that this set of genes dissociated from the aboriginal indigenous people more than ten years ago It can indeed greatly improve human physical strength and environmental adaptability. "

Having said that, Liu Peng's expression became unconsciously excited: "Boss, we succeeded!"

"it is good!"

The old man's tone rose consciously.

He carefully read the data, and observed the tissue culture and gene map analysis results in several districts in detail, as well as the relevant data of the simulation experiment. He carefully checked and confirmed it several times before he smiled with confidence.

There is no problem with the experiment, then, the rest is to submit a report and apply for the next experiment.

"Unfortunately, there are still too few samples and data. Otherwise, I have enough reasons to talk to the big boss and let him agree to conduct clinical genetic experiments." The old man sighed with regret, but also knew that this was no way out .

Each of the mech fighters is an elite carefully cultivated by the alliance. They are heroes with great achievements. Without great certainty, it is absolutely impossible for the marshal to promise them genetic experiments.

"I'll go to the Marshal to report immediately."

He put away the chip and strode out the door, his mind was firmer than ever.

"Anyway, be sure to reopen the wormhole on that ectopic plane! If those indigenous gene maps can be completely deciphered, the physical problems of soldiers who have troubled the alliance for many years will be solved!"

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Almost at the same time.

The ancient Principality of Saint Violet, the family that dedicated the Principality of the Great God of Light for generations, the Holy Spirit emerged endlessly from the ancestors of the family.

At this time, a little dim sunlight pours through the glazed mosaic windows on the old floor of the bedroom.

The bitterness of the potion permeated the air, and some kind of gloomy, rotten smell.

In the turbid air of Nuo Da's Palace, a thin old man with white hair was lying on a luxurious bed with pain in his face.

He is Fern Leedon, the principal of the Duchy of Saint Violet.

It's just that the miracles have disappeared for nearly a hundred years. Since the birth of Duke Fern Litton, he has never been influenced by the Light God, so that in his heart, his belief in the gods is very weak.

However, this does not prevent him from becoming a duke with a mighty strategy. During his reign, the national power of the Principality flourished, and the country's wealth and civil security regained several controversial lost lands.

It's just that the hero is late.

This is his dormitory. The growing pain over the days has paralyzed him in bed, and he is too weak to even get up alone.

At his bedside, in addition to a few veteran servants who looked after him daily, he looked like a few veteran old servants. A dozen strong knights in armor and waist-peley swords were blocking the entire palace.

The atmosphere was a bit dignified, because these aggressive knights began to become more and more shameless.

Among the knights, the man headed by him was a middle-aged man.

He was dignified, dressed in plate armor, with a sword hanging from his waist, and looked quite mighty, except that there was no beard on his lips, and the light-faced face felt somewhat cold.

"Master Father, it is time to decide on the heirs of our principality."

The middle-aged knight, headed by a sword in his forehand, stood in front of the sickly bed.

This man was the second son of Fern Leedon, the principal of the Duchy of Saint Violet, Fuller Leedon.

The father Fern Leeton had two sons in his life. The eldest son Wayne Leeton, now the father of Daniel Leeton, was the first heir to the principality. It is a pity that because of a war of alien invasion outside the territory, his wife and two were unfortunately killed, so the title of the first heir fell to his son, Daniel Litton.

It was only that Daniel Litton had lost all his talents and strengths because of the possession of the spirit, and his identity as the first heir had always existed in name.

The second son of the founder Fern Leedon, the Marquis of the Duchy of Saint Violet Fuller Leedon, has not been inherited. Even the eldest son Wayne Leedon, after many years of disappearance, remains the same. He was not listed as the first heir.

For this reason, the Marquis Fuller was indignant for many years, and to this day, all these things finally ushered in a turnaround.

"Sir father, you don't have much time. If you can't set up your heir in time, after you leave, isn't our great Saint Duchy going into chaos?"

The Marquis Fuller was a bit grim, so standing quietly on the bed of the old landlord Fern, the intimidation was already beyond words.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Fern, the old landlord, wanted to speak, but ushered in a painful cough, and after a while, he gasped and spit out a few words, "I, my successor, inheritor, long ago settled ... he He is my grandson, Dan, Daniel! "

"It's that Daniel again!" Marquis Fuller's face turned blue for a moment, "Master, you are too eccentric!"

"You said that I can't compare with my big brother, and I recognize it, after all, my children are in order. But why? Why would the heir fall to Daniel after the big brother left? You also know that my nephew is a waste material. De He Neng, why did he become our heir to the Duchy of Violet! "

The Marquis Fuller strongly suppressed his emotions, and his face became a little dazed.

He really didn't understand. First, Daniel's father Wayne Litton, and now that Daniel, why?

In terms of talent, strength, military merit, is he not as good as his brother Wayne Leeton? As for the order of the young and old, it should be his Fuller, not that useless waste material Daniel!

Fuller was furious, and more than a dozen knights following the scene were all tight.

Among the dozen or so knights, several were Fuller's close generals, and the other were the earl and vassals of the Duchy of Saint Violet.

The Counts and collateral sons of these Principalities have long since been sacrificed by their eldest son Wayne Litton, and have all taken refuge with the Marquis of Fuller.

Now why dare to force the palace with the Marquis Fuller? Naturally, the Wayne faction in the Principality has already collapsed, and the old landlord Fern Leeton is seriously ill, and the mountains are languishing. However, Daniel, the eldest grandson of the heirs, was early because of his early years. Mysterious accident, no trace of success.

Under such circumstances, the future master of the Duchy of Saint Violet will undoubtedly fall into the hands of Marquis Fuller, the second son of the old master.

"Your Majesty Fern, you are a little bit biased."

"The son of Wayne has gone. You can't just hand over the principality's inheritance right to a scrap because of your affection for the son of Wayne."

"Daniel is indeed the son-in-law of Wayne's son, yes, but he is a waste material. How can a waste material serve as the prince of our Principality?"

"Your Majesty, the Duchy of Saint Violet is yours, but it is also the result of our joint construction. You cannot ruin the future of our Duchy because of your personal preferences!"

Seeing the fury of the Marquis Fuller, the dozens of courtiers he brought with him all spoke loudly.

In the beginning, they were also jealous of the old landlord Fern's Yu Wei, but they found that the old landlord's illness was too serious. To some extent, the principality was already in the possession of the Marquis Fuller. It's just a logical name.

As a result, these vassals made a fuss, and their remarks became more straightforward and free from fear.

"You, you ... cough! Cough!"

Fern Leedon, the old landlord, was shaking with anger and coughing violently. At this time, even with thousands of words in his heart, it was difficult to say. In the end, all the unwillingness was unified into one word, "Go!"

After exclaiming such a word in anger, the old landlord Fern seemed to have exhausted his strength, and had to close his eyes tightly, and lay on the sick bed, breathing heavily, and no longer had any strength, to answer that fear.

The loss of his beloved son Wayne Litton and the strong enemy in the outer world is the most painful thing in his life, so he especially loves Daniel. However, the reason why the Duke's position was not passed on to Fuller Liston was obviously from a higher level of consideration.

Aside from the old servants who served the old landlord's whole life, the old grandmother, all shrank on the edge of the sickbed, shivering.

At this time, a strong sense of humiliation not only filled the hearts of the old landlord Fern, but also appeared in their hearts.

Perhaps it was because Yu Wei, the old landlord, Fern Leeton, was scolded by him, and the dozen or so courtiers at the scene all shrank their heads and calmed down.

The Marquis, headed by Fuller, frowned slightly, looked at his father indifferently, and then said coldly: "Master Father, the Duchy of Saint Violet will be given to me, you, rest assured!"

"Hmm! Hmm!"

Angered and angry, the old landlord Fern spewed a smell of blood on the spot. The whole person got more gas and less gas, as if he would cut off his voice at any time.

If Fuller succeeds, with his cartilage personality, the foundation inherited from his ancestors will probably be ruined.

The scene was silent, with only the heavy breathing of the old landlord Fern, echoing in the air.

Several old servants, old wives, stood beside Fern's bed, sobbing silently, old tears crisscrossed. The dozens of courtiers who followed the Marquis Fuller couldn't even say a word.

Especially when I saw the black blood vomited by the old landlord Fern, many people became tense all over.

Everyone at the scene knew that Fern, the old landlord, was indeed old and weak, but suddenly he couldn't afford to get sick recently. It was definitely related to the black blood!

However, no one dares to say this kind of speculation, and even dare not discuss it.

All the people present can only do with the Marquis Fuller, waiting quietly for the last breath of the old landlord Fern.

Time seemed to change extremely slowly at this moment, and the atmosphere in the palace became more dignified.

Suddenly.

A servant's announcement suddenly passed from outside the dormitory, from near to far.

"Dan, Master Daniel, come back!"

With just such a briefing, the silence inside the palace was broken.

The old servants and sobbers, who were sobbing and sobbing, raised their heads in joy, their eyes full of expectation.

Many of the courtiers standing quietly at the scene slowed their eyes, and many people even had some confusion. If it was not for the presence of Marquis Fuller, these people would have been in an uproar and talked.

The face of Marquis Fuller himself also changed slightly, but then he snorted, "It's just a useless waste material. He can only cry and cry, what's the matter?"

The sound that had not yet formed at the scene calmed down again.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang!

The gate of the palace was smashed straight.

Many courtiers and Marquis Fuller walked out of the bedroom ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ and looked at the entrance of the palace, and saw a young man with a long sword and sharp eyes standing at the gate of the palace.

"Dan, Master Daniel!"

The old servants and old wives around the hospital bed, as if they saw a savior, rejoiced.

"Wait! Daniel him, isn't he a scrap of scrap?"

"How, how?"

Of the many courtiers at the scene, some people suddenly exclaimed, and soon everyone noticed Daniel Leeton, a completely different place from the past.

At this point, Daniel Litton, standing in front of the door, was trembling with warfare, as if the torrential tsunami was extremely intimidating. The sword body of the sword in his hand was covered with a layer of solid white mist-like fighting spirit, especially the sharp sword tip, still sticking with bright red blood. At his feet, two Marquis Fuller lay down guards guarding the door.

The guards were the most elaborate guards around Marquis Fuller, strong and wearing tough armour. But who would have thought that the tough plate armors on the chests of the two guards had been cut with a sword!

The ruptured plate armor and the internal **** wounds were exposed in front of people's eyes, which caused many courtiers on the scene to be a little nervous and nervous.

This returning Daniel, facing two elite guards, can still be easily killed, isn't it ... he already has level 5?

No, this arrogant sword skill, this solid and honest fighting and coercion, is clearly a terrible power that only the 6th-level Ashen swordsman can have!

Daniel Litton has become a 6th level Saint!

A horrifying emotion spread in all the court officials who participated in the palace.

The headed Marquis Fuller widened his eyes and stared at Daniel for a while before muttering: "Daniel, you, why are you back?"

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