Chapter 629: Idea of Genetic Ascension
"I hope you can adapt to the new body, soldier."
This elven language made Mazov open his eyes a little, and his body felt very heavy and difficult to control effectively.
The last scene was still in his mind. He threw the Crow Feather Cloak to Rascal, fought to the death with the vampire-turned-Catrin, and smashed the head of the Czarina with Tyr's thunder hammer, but was also struck by the strong force of death. The wind shrouded me, and the blessing of the goddess of life only delayed it for a while.
He tried hard to open his eyes and found that they were covered by a glass cover, with a large number of mysterious runes forming light and moving around, and the blue light enveloped the empty room.
"I said the problem won't be big. Judging from theory, the possibility is infinitely close to 60%. It won't turn into a strong corpse."
Mazouf turned his head following the source of the sound and found that it belonged to three elves. Two of the figures were unfamiliar to him, and the man with his arms folded across his chest was the Imrik he was familiar with.
"What on earth is going on?!" He raised his hands in front of his eyes and found that there were many scars missing on his palms. Only some calluses indicated that he might be a farmer. His voice also changed and was much clearer than usual.
It terrified him, who the hell would have thought he would be like this after death.
As the glass cover was opened, Imric took a few steps forward to clear up this trivial doubt,
"You were resurrected, not in the form of an undead. Your soul was brought to life by Ori before entering the kingdom of gods." Vera took away the relics of the ancient saint. Congratulations to you, you have become the master of your own life instead of a puppet of the gods."
Mazov straightened up from the metal table, still acting unbelievable, but his clear brain was running quickly, and soon Then he guessed why Imrik would do this.
He sighed and tightened the unfamiliar palm,
"Well, I don't deny that this approach is beneficial to both sides. The Patriot Army will gain the light of martyrdom, and Caledo will have another human leader who obeys management. But At least tell me."
"And, and...what's going on with this body, you killed someone to get me in?" "
No, I wouldn't do such a thing, a mortal body is too Weak. Although the mark of the gods on your soul has been erased, if it is forcibly inserted into a mortal body, the most likely outcome is to become a cripple with atrophied limbs. Your current body is based on the original body and was cultivated using a lizardman incubation tank. It was released, and some adjustments were made during the period, but it is definitely much better than the original one."
These words made Mazov feel a lot more at ease. It is not impossible to seek benefits for Kislev in another place. Now that he is dead, he wants to continue to shine. Fever also requires a change of identity.
The mage in white robes came over carrying a record board and specifically added,
"Some unique things have been added to your body, mainly some of Damian's muscle tissue. Although it is impossible to replicate the power of Nephalem, it is far more fragile than Human beings must be strong."
This unfamiliar term made Mazov frown. He noticed Imric's unnatural look and knew it was best not to ask about the situation.
"Okay, okay, it seems that the contract has been modified by the employer without authorization, from eight years to a lifetime. Can I ask how much the salary is?" Imrik was also a little surprised that the
villain accepted his identity so quickly, but It didn't take long to figure it out.
A new life can make up for all the regrets of the past and change to a different lifestyle. He is a smart man and knows what he wants to do, so the pressure becomes extremely minimal.
"It depends on your performance, but the vodka and Daliba are enough."
The villain smiled, took the clothes handed over by the mage and put them on,
"That's enough. Freedom of eating and drinking has been my wish for most of my life. "
The newly resurrected villain was taken by another mage to conduct various tests. Although this plan came out of nowhere, fortunately there were many technologies at hand, and a solution was quickly thought of.
Use the lizardman's incubation tank to breed the body and obtain the best tool without any flaws to facilitate the investment and drive of the soul.
This was to prepare in advance for the six long-dead dragon princes. Imrik originally thought so, but some accidents would always happen, such as Damian's body tissue.
After two hours of various tests, the court mage quickly came to the conclusion. Hardaris was a little unbelievable, but with a bit of fanaticism in his eyes. He stared at the record book in his hand and said, "It's unimaginable. The biggest thing we expected
is The range is based on the standard of lizard warriors, but now it exceeds the giant lizard in terms of strength alone, and its agility is better than the skink lizard. It is like a smaller version of the God of Khorne. This is only a 5% body tissue ratio. If Replace them all..."
The mage felt inspiration appear in his mind. In the past, his research was always on external technology, why not focus on racial adjustment, Mishan's various comprehensive abilities, Damian's terrifying physical strength, Iron Wolf Spell talents, if the elves have these... He thought of the racial ascension that Imrik boasted about in his spare time in the shelter, and this opportunity might be there.
Holy Grail Knights rely on divine power to become supermen. All members of Caledor are like this. Isn't it much better than cumbersome and unusual rune equipment?
Imric interrupted this idea, his tone deliberately lowered and full of anger,
"You secretly carrying Damian's body tissue into the incubation tank behind my back is already a death sentence. We don't have any experience to draw on to provide ideas. , not to mention the consequences and hidden dangers of doing so, do you want the Caledor elves to turn into monsters like chaos eggs?!" Hadaris
shrank his neck, and his mind became a little clearer. He was originally operating the incubation in the awakening state. While in the pool, he and his colleagues followed the procedures explained by Lord Croca step by step.
As a result, my brain got hot and I thought it would be too wasteful to use an ancient holy treasure like an incubation tank to hatch a human body, so I put Damian's flesh and blood in the research room together to see if it would work.
Although the effect was good, it still caused Imrik to be furious. If he and his colleagues had not been overly useful, they might have been thrown into the crater to experience a barbecue feast.
But there is always a way. He doesn't believe that the prince has no covetousness for this power. To do these things, a lot of experiments must be carried out. Although Caledo has no such case of dedicating himself to research, then he will give the idea to others. On the body.
"But Druzi shouldn't mind turning into Chaos Eggs. Although Moras used black magic to transform their body structure, as long as the traces of black magic are removed through some processes, there is no essential difference between them and Asul.
As you can see, Mazov's current body only has 5% inferior tissue, which can reach such an exaggerated level. Even if the controllable result of the research is downward, it can still provide us with great help. Are you worried? Many things can be solved.
Mishan and the others have strong chaos resistance, and their special energy mark cannot be faked. Even the spirit of change that escaped from Lothern will leak clues when pretending." The mage's voice became smaller and smaller
. , this does seem a bit inhumane, but the temptation is indeed amazing. If the technology is successful and controllable, he has already thought of Caledo's future grand occasion.
It was inevitable for Imrik to be moved by the mage's words, but the hidden dangers were too huge. Genetic change was a long-term matter, and it would take time to know whether it was good or bad.
Many times I wonder if I and my son can still be considered elves. The phenomenon of dragon transformation is too obvious. Whose elf kid speaks dragon language when he calls daddy.
But is this entirely a bad thing? Not really.
After thinking about it for a long time, Imrik never made up his mind, but it seemed too wasteful to allow this considerable power to be stored.
This devil's cage is in his own hands. It is a bit difficult to decide whether to escape because of fear of its power, or to find a way to control it.
Finally, he made his decision,
"Go and explain this matter to Masnuo, capture some Druzies and establish a secret research base. I will send people to closely follow the relevant research reports. If no good results are obtained within thirty years, Feedback, this plan is permanently banned."
Hadaris looked surprised, wondering whether to ask Iron Wolf to draw blood. He had already thought of the thousands of mages in the future, which would be much better than the reckless soldiers.
Imrik knew what the mage was thinking, and he sighed in his mind whether he had given them too much power to even think of genetic ascension.
To do this kind of thing in a world based on magic, either you are crazy, the world is crazy, or those old sages are crazy.
"But before that, six humanoid structures are created according to the expected plan. The Tomb Giant Scorpion has been sent over. Please help me figure out the soul control system on it." "Yes, yes, yes, it is your will.
" Hardaris was busy squeezing out a little more time for himself, writing down the next itinerary on the record board, and thinking about the design of the structure.
The Tomb Scorpion is a large structure controlled by the Lich Priest. Its core component is the remains of the controller, but the prince does not intend to send the remains to the structure, so he needs to find a device that can accommodate the soul.
It takes a while to get it done, but that's not the point.
The mage raised his head and looked at the human being in the secret room who punched through the steel plate. Thinking of the genetic ascension that the prince said at that time, he almost had an orgasm in his head.
(End of chapter)