The thick jadeite slurry soaks the land that has been plowed by gunfire, and the rotten smell is suffocating.
The dark green mycelium fruits were exposed outside the soil, as if they were dragged out of the blood vessels on the surface of the body.
The sound of cannons in the distance was still roaring, and burning steel kept falling from the air, like endless rain.
One hundred and twenty Conqueror tanks formed the spearhead of the attack, and the thick and long gun barrels and almost burned coaxial machine guns kept spraying fire tongues, tilting fierce fire towards the gap between the artillery fire in the rear.
Tens of thousands of clone infantry held the Ripper rifle, roared and charged at the flying tracer lights, running towards the bombed bacteria variants, venting their boiling anger in the most primitive voice.
Ahahah ！！！
chatter!!
The bruised bacterial variant, scraped by heavy artillery shrapnel, let out a wail, and seemed to be roaring. Its plump body was swelling like an umbrella, and continued to squeeze out a cloud of dark green spores.
The dark green spore cloud was like some kind of spiritual medicine. The bacterial variants that were in contact with it made happy moans, staggering up from the crater, and the broken limbs were also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Especially the zombies and zombies!
Although they are not good at offensive ability, they have extremely tenacious toughness. They just took a breath and struggled to survive with their twisted bodies.
In the blink of an eye, the dark green cloud had been sucked clean, and the big mushroom that released spores seemed to have withered and shrank.
Discovering the situation here, the clone team that was charging immediately bit it, and the rifle in his hand opened fire while maintaining the rhythm of the attack and continued to assault forward.
The big mushroom was shot several times and was about to fall down when he was dying.
However, just as the cloning team was about to rush to it, the big mushroom's body suddenly twitched violently like boiling water, and then it suddenly cracked nearly one meter wide!
More than a dozen tentacles quickly drilled out of the crack, whipping at the cloned soldiers rushing towards them like long whips!
chatter!
A clone soldier was thrust straight, and his mouth was screaming in a short and exciting way, pulling the unlucky fly into his mouth like a hunting frog and pressing his head into an esophagus with corrosive acid.
However, before the big mushroom could taste the sweet flesh and blood carefully, a bayonet pushed out from the back of its head.
chatter!!!
The pain of pain was revealed from its open mouth and wounds.
It was like it was damaged by eating its stomach, twisting its tentacles on its lower plate and constantly regressing backwards, and spitting out the bloody corpse and digestive juice in its mouth in one mouth.
Before it could stabilize its body and put on a defensive posture, another clone soldier had already rushed to it, and his crazy and bloodthirsty pupils were as dazzling as the shaking bayonet in his hand!
Ahahah ！！！
He roared, stabbing the bayonet into the body of the bacterial variant, and stirring it left and right.
The big mushroom that could only release the healing spores quickly fell to the ground, and the corpses and corpses beside them were also pressed to the ground.
A creeper rushed up and bit a clone soldier's neck, but was soon hit into pieces by a flying tank shell.
The two sides launched a close fight.
Those cloned soldiers were even more like slimy bacteria than the strange-shaped bacterial variant, especially those bloodthirsty pupils that regarded killing as life!
Their lives are counted in seconds.
They crossed tens of thousands of kilometers of desert to this strange land, just for the last moment of burning.
They kept falling down, but no one stepped back.
The turbid flesh and blood blended into one with the black mud. They painted the land red and pushed the front forward in the most primitive way and then forward!
Rush up!
Half of his body appeared from the turret that was full of plasma and mucus, and the Willant centurion roared and urged his subordinates to attack forward.
Let this group of dirty and ugly things see what is truly cruel!
We will make them regret coming to this world!Dedicate the victory to the marshal!Bring glory back to Triumph City!Bring death to our enemies!
charge!!
Responding to his roar were deafening shouts.
Ahahah ！！！
Although they can't hear what the head calls the ghost, rushing to death is indeed the best relief for them.
Behind them, soldiers in heavy protective suits carried cylindrical metal cans, holding disinfection nozzles, and slowly advanced forward.
From time to time, people would stop, lean down, pick up some corpses mixed with mud and blood from the ground and throw them into the jar behind them.
The type B strain cannot grow outside the Baiyue province, but the fruiting entities produced by the consortium-captive maternal nest solve the problem.
In addition to large-scale synthesis through incubation rooms, the Alliance's Biological Institute has also developed portable disinfection equipment, which is the things these Willant soldiers carry on their backs.
Each culture tank contains a fruit entity inoculated with the genome of the type B strain, which can continuously synthesize the type B strain, while only one body is consumed per square kilometer.
The B-type strain that erodes the soil itself cannot survive outside the Baiyue Province. After completing the mission of killing the J-type strain, it will naturally disappear.
It can be said to be very useful.
At present, the coalition forces have relied on this equipment to restore half of the land in Haiya Province.
The drone's lens gradually moved away with the slowly rising smoke and spore clouds, and dense figures spread throughout the wilderness.
It is not just a 10,000-person team that is launching an attack, but a 100,000-person team from the Eastern Legion!
More tragic fights and deaths can be seen everywhere on the muddy land...
It is not only the Alliance that can see the decline of the torch, but the Legion's commander can also see it.
In order to get more chips when dividing the spoils, they must control more territory!
And just east of the Legion front, the battle on the alliance-controlled front was even more intense.
If the clones of the Legion only regard death as liberation, then the players in the league are truly ready to die.
Even though the Willant people never care about the casualties of the clones, and even wished that these ants would die faster so that the rear could send younger and stronger cannon fodder, they would not dare to easily let the clones get into siege... After all, even the individuals who are least afraid of death would lose their fighting will no longer resist.
However, this problem does not exist for players.
In order to kill a few more monsters before death, or to avoid friendly forces from getting in the way, they will even take the initiative to go deep into the hinterland and deliberately be surrounded by the torch's bacterial variants.
This deceptive tactic also caused Torch to suffer a lot in the early stages of the war.
When they tried to annihilate the alliance's living forces through the tactics of division and siege, they instead paid more casualties for it.
Going eastward through the coalition-controlled area, there is the turf controlled by the Academy's Alpha Task Force and the Free State Hound Special Forces.
A little further away is the front line of enterprise control.
In addition to the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division, which was first sent to the front line, there were three infantry divisions and twelve mercenaries who rushed to the front line through the Jump Horse Province to fight in this area.
All the people show their magical powers on the front line, and only the torch is beaten while running.
I saw that the broken ground was blue and purple, like a face with a beating bruised face.
Looking down at the fragmented front line, the Human Emperor standing in the void stared wide with his eyes, his teeth were about to be broken, and he no longer had the clouds and wind and ease at the beginning of the war.
There are too many enemies!
The soldiers carrying guns rushed to the front line like locusts. He had just completed the deployment in the east, and tens of thousands of people emerged from the west. Finally, they took care of both sides. The alliance's plane threw another group of airborne troops in his face.
Now the threat is not just from the front, but also on fire behind his butt.
No matter how good he is in calculating, he can't resist these countless fists and greets him together.
Death... die for me!The Human Emperor roared angrily, but no one could hear his roar.
He constantly projected his consciousness on the evolutionary body on the front line, and went to the front line to fight, trying to reverse the defeat. However, in just a moment, he lost the connection with the mortal body and could only repeat the connected and disconnected cycle.
It seemed to be moved by his efforts, and it seemed to be Pity's mercy in his futile struggle, and a gentle voice came from the top of his head.
Enough, you've tried your best.
Hearing the voice of the Holy Son, the madness on his face stagnated for a moment.
But it's only a moment.
I can still fight... He gasped, his face still had the madness that had been before the death of the previous evolution.
Looking at the crazy look, the Holy Son sighed softly.
The fall of heaven is inevitable... Our time is up, everyone else is on the road, so you should
no way!
The Human Emperor, who had completely red eyes, roared angrily and interrupted the light words.
At this moment, he was like a beast forced into the corner.
He stared at the burning battlefield beneath his feet, and he said word by word.
I will never retreat!My kingdom of heaven is here...I will not go anywhere!
In order to let the kingdom of heaven come to this land and to allow human beings to evolve to higher existences, there are at least one million survivors who die at his hands!
After making so many sacrifices, his kingdom of heaven has finally arrived in the mortal world, and all sacrifices have finally been rewarded... No one can take away his kingdom of heaven!
He will fight to the end!
The blood for all this is not in vain!
Looking at the twisted face speechlessly, the Holy Son sighed softly.
I respect your choice...
As he spoke, his empty eyes also brought a hint of madness, just like a black hole that devoured everything in the world and even the space itself.
...I will witness the last moment of this miracle with you.
……
The low black smoke rolled in the air, and the broken clouds outlined bullet marks.
Standing in the bridge of the Iron Heart, Chu Guang, like a human emperor who floated nowhere, also overlooked the battlefield that had been plowed over and over by artillery fire.
However, his expression and emotions were obviously much calmer than the madman who raised the torch, and there was no even much emotional fluctuation in his cold expression.
The outline of the coastline can be vaguely seen outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge.
If it is fast, it will take only half a month at most. The landing troops can complete the meeting with the North Line troops.
Then, it was to search for the facilities of the Torch Church and destroy it.
There is nothing to pay attention to in the details of the local battle. At this moment, Chu Guang was looking through the holographic screen, looking at the investigation report on Sanctuary No. 182 sent by Fang Chang.
It was a refuge that had been abandoned for a century. After the torch was rebooted, it was transformed into a research facility, mainly engaged in research on projects related to gestalt life.
Most of the research and production facilities held by the Torch Church are in this situation.
According to the investigation report provided by Fang Chang, in addition to discovering some improved production machines and three black boxes on the 4th floor of the 182 refuge, they also found 120 cylindrical culture tanks for soaking the experimental subjects on the 5th floor of the underground, as well as a giant glass cylinder with an area of 100 square meters and filled with genetically modified stock solution.
In addition, there is also a large cold storage that stores thousands of corpses that have not been processed or of research value.
Those corpses were hanging like flesh in the cold storage, either with three arms or two heads, and almost none of them still maintained a basic human form.
According to the confession confessed by staff at the facility, the apostle of the torch screened out suitable people who had no obvious rejection from the captive survivors, and then threw them into a culture tank filled with the genetic modification stock solution and soaked them for 3 to 7 days, and some of them could be transformed into mutants.
Of course, even if the unsuitable person who has rejected the rejection reaction is screened out, only a part of the transformation can be completed in the end.
After all, mutants are non-stable technologies that have not been studied and have huge risks in terms of technical principles.
What's more, re-embryoization of fully developed adults and replacing new genomes to force their expression is no less difficult than stuffing people back into the womb and rebirth.
This is much harder than blood exchange.
Even if the Torch Church has certain advantages in biological technology, it can only achieve a yield rate of 67%.
Even for these 67% of the good products, more than half of the people lost their minds in the process of transformation because they could not bear the torture and became animals.
As for the guys who have not become animals, their minds will also be distorted to varying degrees.
The most common one is schizophrenia, such as a group of people living in one body, or a loss of memory or imagining yourself as a cook or other similar identities.
Related research content is recorded in the experimental log, and there is shocking blood everywhere between the lines.
Torch seemed to realize that these things were inconvenient to be disclosed, so she planned to destroy the original while backing up the data.
Fortunately, his little players arrived in time and intercepted the apostle who was about to withdraw.
After seeing the whole report at the end, Chu Guang sighed softly.
... Just looking at the contents of this investigation report, these guys' crimes are already endless.
Standing behind him, Heya, who had been silent for a long time, showed a shameless guilt on her face and lowered her head.
Feel sorry……
There is no need to apologize for the mistakes you have not made. Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and gently stroked it in the air, gathering the light blue light speed at his fingertips and dispersing it. Then he looked back at her and said, "What's more, your research results have made great contributions to the cause of us and even human beings. You should be proud and raise your head."
Heya raised her head, but her complex eyes still dodged.
The people who committed these crimes were her former neighbors, who might even have sat on the same table in the same cafeteria to dine…and there might even be her teacher inside.
But they are residents of Shelter No. 117 after all...
It’s just a part, even if only one person makes a different choice, it’s a different choice.
Chu Guang interrupted her and continued to look at the dodging eyes.
What's more, there are many residents of No. 117 in the Alliance's Biological Institute, and they are all very good people, you should be clear about this.
Those blue jackets were rescued by the Alliance from Shelter 401.
Although the number of people is not large, they have made considerable contributions to the progress of the alliance's biotechnology, and their contributions to the prosperity of the alliance are also due to their contributions.
Heya's eyes were slightly red and she said in a low voice.
Thanks……
No need to thank me, I should have said similar words. Chu Guang smiled and said, "I am not the only one who thinks about this, including the crows that pulled you out of the dormant pole, and other residents who helped you collect research materials... we all think so."
The alliance does not engage in identity politics, and this has always been the case. Moreover, not every shelter 117 residents have joined the torch, and some have joined and repent.
But then again, there is one thing he has been very curious about.
Various information shows that there are only thirteen pioneers of the torch, and among them is the holy son named Wang Yi.
However, according to the information collected from the Guards Corps' investigation and visit, there were far more than that residents who left the 117 refuge that year.
What about the others?
Including Heya’s master Karen... Where did the blue jackets that had joined the torch go?
It was actually not just himself who was confused, but even Sun Yuechi, the manager of the first 70th shelter, had similar confusion.
The 70th and 117th shelter have been in regular contact for more than a century, including exchanges on research on mutant slime molds, etc. After all, the former is on the edge of a huge mother nest, but they are not experts in biology.
In Sun Yuechi's impression, the residents of Shelter No. 117 are not very similar to madmen who can do such crazy things, nor do they have the ability to do it.
Most blue jackets actually live a miserable life in the wasteland. The kinder wasteland customers ignore them, and the more ruthless they simply regard them as fat.
Of course, this is not an excuse for the mistake of shelter No. 117, but he always feels that an invisible hand is manipulating behind his back... just as the alliance is indirectly manipulating the situation in the Bharat Province through the Baiyue Company piece.
Although Chu Guang didn't like this guy's sarcastic metaphor very much, because the two were not the same thing at all, it has to be admitted that he did have a similar feeling.
The development trajectory of this Torch Church has been somewhat outrageous in the past ten years after leaving Jinchuan for Haiya.
The Tower Organization is at least a beggar's version of the alliance. Local survivors spontaneously organized and established a self-rescue alliance, which is no more unbreakable than the Giant Rock City.
However, what is incredible is that even the Rock City could not do anything to them, they actually dismantled the iron tower in a very short time and enslaved the survivors of the entire province.
Their black boxes far exceed the theoretical reserves of Shelter 117, and they armed one after another with incredible equipment that even the most elite warriors in the alliance felt tricky.
Chu Guang was not just curious about where other shelter residents of the No. 117 outside the Thirteen-person Conference went, and was more curious about what happened in the years after the torch arrived at the land under his feet...
At this moment, Lu Bei of the Guards passed through the movement gate and walked into the bridge and saluted cleanly.
Dear Manager, Great…Sir, our investigators on the frontline activities received a signal from the realm of heaven…
Recently, this kid finally corrected the title of "Old" and Chu Guang was quite satisfied with his progress.
The only thing I am not very satisfied with is that although this guy often repeats what he said, he rarely really listens to what he says.
Seeing Lu Bei suddenly stopped talking, Heya was very conscious of leaving the bridge to avoid it, but was stopped by Chu Guang.
Stay here and listen together.
As he said that, Chu Guang looked at Lu Bei and continued.
The alliance has not yet reached the time to hide its condition from the ‘doctor’.I remember that I should have said that all the information collected by the Guards about the Torch Church is transparent to the Union Institute of Biology and there is no need to ask me in advance.
Lu Bei lowered his head.
Yes, sir...
Knowing that this young man was kind-hearted, Chu Guang did not blame him too much, but just signaled him to continue talking with his eyes.
Lu Bei paused and fully stated the information.
Simply put, not only the coalition forces felt that the torch was over, but the people inside the torch also felt that the torch was about to end.
Although the Torch Church has the word "church" in name, those doctrines are actually just fooling ordinary people. The top leaders of Torch themselves do not talk about that thing, but talk about science and means more.
Although there are many firm idealists among them, there are certainly some speculators and nonsense.
For example, Yuer, who works for the alliance now, is the most typical latter. The guy himself doesn't know exactly what he wants to do. Before the war, he was a social animal in a pharmaceutical company. Suddenly, he changed his place to do scientific research. He was confused by his colleagues and went to sleep for a night. When he woke up, he reached the wasteland era. When the torch waved, he followed him without thinking much.
Some researchers also like to use the resources of the torch to continue their unfinished research before the war.
In short, there is a researcher in the top management of the torch. Seeing that the torch, a crazy tree that was going to fall, was about to fall, I hope to surrender to the coalition forces of the Conglomeration Community with intelligence and research materials to exchange for a chance of leniency.
Interestingly, according to the senior researcher's explanation, the top leaders of the Torch Church seemed to be planning to escape through a secret device in his facility.
Obviously he was not on that list of strategic transfers, so he took the opportunity to leak the news.
What is the name of that researcher?!Before Lu Bei could finish his words, Heya asked anxiously.
Lu Bei looked at Chu Guang hesitantly, but saw that the manager was just looking at him indifferently, and finally sighed with a sigh of gratitude and no longer concealed it.
The name that the person left us to identify was Karen...I was surprised at the time, but I felt that the person was not like the guy you've been looking for.
The dark green mycelium fruits were exposed outside the soil, as if they were dragged out of the blood vessels on the surface of the body.
The sound of cannons in the distance was still roaring, and burning steel kept falling from the air, like endless rain.
One hundred and twenty Conqueror tanks formed the spearhead of the attack, and the thick and long gun barrels and almost burned coaxial machine guns kept spraying fire tongues, tilting fierce fire towards the gap between the artillery fire in the rear.
Tens of thousands of clone infantry held the Ripper rifle, roared and charged at the flying tracer lights, running towards the bombed bacteria variants, venting their boiling anger in the most primitive voice.
Ahahah ！！！
chatter!!
The bruised bacterial variant, scraped by heavy artillery shrapnel, let out a wail, and seemed to be roaring. Its plump body was swelling like an umbrella, and continued to squeeze out a cloud of dark green spores.
The dark green spore cloud was like some kind of spiritual medicine. The bacterial variants that were in contact with it made happy moans, staggering up from the crater, and the broken limbs were also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Especially the zombies and zombies!
Although they are not good at offensive ability, they have extremely tenacious toughness. They just took a breath and struggled to survive with their twisted bodies.
In the blink of an eye, the dark green cloud had been sucked clean, and the big mushroom that released spores seemed to have withered and shrank.
Discovering the situation here, the clone team that was charging immediately bit it, and the rifle in his hand opened fire while maintaining the rhythm of the attack and continued to assault forward.
The big mushroom was shot several times and was about to fall down when he was dying.
However, just as the cloning team was about to rush to it, the big mushroom's body suddenly twitched violently like boiling water, and then it suddenly cracked nearly one meter wide!
More than a dozen tentacles quickly drilled out of the crack, whipping at the cloned soldiers rushing towards them like long whips!
chatter!
A clone soldier was thrust straight, and his mouth was screaming in a short and exciting way, pulling the unlucky fly into his mouth like a hunting frog and pressing his head into an esophagus with corrosive acid.
However, before the big mushroom could taste the sweet flesh and blood carefully, a bayonet pushed out from the back of its head.
chatter!!!
The pain of pain was revealed from its open mouth and wounds.
It was like it was damaged by eating its stomach, twisting its tentacles on its lower plate and constantly regressing backwards, and spitting out the bloody corpse and digestive juice in its mouth in one mouth.
Before it could stabilize its body and put on a defensive posture, another clone soldier had already rushed to it, and his crazy and bloodthirsty pupils were as dazzling as the shaking bayonet in his hand!
Ahahah ！！！
He roared, stabbing the bayonet into the body of the bacterial variant, and stirring it left and right.
The big mushroom that could only release the healing spores quickly fell to the ground, and the corpses and corpses beside them were also pressed to the ground.
A creeper rushed up and bit a clone soldier's neck, but was soon hit into pieces by a flying tank shell.
The two sides launched a close fight.
Those cloned soldiers were even more like slimy bacteria than the strange-shaped bacterial variant, especially those bloodthirsty pupils that regarded killing as life!
Their lives are counted in seconds.
They crossed tens of thousands of kilometers of desert to this strange land, just for the last moment of burning.
They kept falling down, but no one stepped back.
The turbid flesh and blood blended into one with the black mud. They painted the land red and pushed the front forward in the most primitive way and then forward!
Rush up!
Half of his body appeared from the turret that was full of plasma and mucus, and the Willant centurion roared and urged his subordinates to attack forward.
Let this group of dirty and ugly things see what is truly cruel!
We will make them regret coming to this world!Dedicate the victory to the marshal!Bring glory back to Triumph City!Bring death to our enemies!
charge!!
Responding to his roar were deafening shouts.
Ahahah ！！！
Although they can't hear what the head calls the ghost, rushing to death is indeed the best relief for them.
Behind them, soldiers in heavy protective suits carried cylindrical metal cans, holding disinfection nozzles, and slowly advanced forward.
From time to time, people would stop, lean down, pick up some corpses mixed with mud and blood from the ground and throw them into the jar behind them.
The type B strain cannot grow outside the Baiyue province, but the fruiting entities produced by the consortium-captive maternal nest solve the problem.
In addition to large-scale synthesis through incubation rooms, the Alliance's Biological Institute has also developed portable disinfection equipment, which is the things these Willant soldiers carry on their backs.
Each culture tank contains a fruit entity inoculated with the genome of the type B strain, which can continuously synthesize the type B strain, while only one body is consumed per square kilometer.
The B-type strain that erodes the soil itself cannot survive outside the Baiyue Province. After completing the mission of killing the J-type strain, it will naturally disappear.
It can be said to be very useful.
At present, the coalition forces have relied on this equipment to restore half of the land in Haiya Province.
The drone's lens gradually moved away with the slowly rising smoke and spore clouds, and dense figures spread throughout the wilderness.
It is not just a 10,000-person team that is launching an attack, but a 100,000-person team from the Eastern Legion!
More tragic fights and deaths can be seen everywhere on the muddy land...
It is not only the Alliance that can see the decline of the torch, but the Legion's commander can also see it.
In order to get more chips when dividing the spoils, they must control more territory!
And just east of the Legion front, the battle on the alliance-controlled front was even more intense.
If the clones of the Legion only regard death as liberation, then the players in the league are truly ready to die.
Even though the Willant people never care about the casualties of the clones, and even wished that these ants would die faster so that the rear could send younger and stronger cannon fodder, they would not dare to easily let the clones get into siege... After all, even the individuals who are least afraid of death would lose their fighting will no longer resist.
However, this problem does not exist for players.
In order to kill a few more monsters before death, or to avoid friendly forces from getting in the way, they will even take the initiative to go deep into the hinterland and deliberately be surrounded by the torch's bacterial variants.
This deceptive tactic also caused Torch to suffer a lot in the early stages of the war.
When they tried to annihilate the alliance's living forces through the tactics of division and siege, they instead paid more casualties for it.
Going eastward through the coalition-controlled area, there is the turf controlled by the Academy's Alpha Task Force and the Free State Hound Special Forces.
A little further away is the front line of enterprise control.
In addition to the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division, which was first sent to the front line, there were three infantry divisions and twelve mercenaries who rushed to the front line through the Jump Horse Province to fight in this area.
All the people show their magical powers on the front line, and only the torch is beaten while running.
I saw that the broken ground was blue and purple, like a face with a beating bruised face.
Looking down at the fragmented front line, the Human Emperor standing in the void stared wide with his eyes, his teeth were about to be broken, and he no longer had the clouds and wind and ease at the beginning of the war.
There are too many enemies!
The soldiers carrying guns rushed to the front line like locusts. He had just completed the deployment in the east, and tens of thousands of people emerged from the west. Finally, they took care of both sides. The alliance's plane threw another group of airborne troops in his face.
Now the threat is not just from the front, but also on fire behind his butt.
No matter how good he is in calculating, he can't resist these countless fists and greets him together.
Death... die for me!The Human Emperor roared angrily, but no one could hear his roar.
He constantly projected his consciousness on the evolutionary body on the front line, and went to the front line to fight, trying to reverse the defeat. However, in just a moment, he lost the connection with the mortal body and could only repeat the connected and disconnected cycle.
It seemed to be moved by his efforts, and it seemed to be Pity's mercy in his futile struggle, and a gentle voice came from the top of his head.
Enough, you've tried your best.
Hearing the voice of the Holy Son, the madness on his face stagnated for a moment.
But it's only a moment.
I can still fight... He gasped, his face still had the madness that had been before the death of the previous evolution.
Looking at the crazy look, the Holy Son sighed softly.
The fall of heaven is inevitable... Our time is up, everyone else is on the road, so you should
no way!
The Human Emperor, who had completely red eyes, roared angrily and interrupted the light words.
At this moment, he was like a beast forced into the corner.
He stared at the burning battlefield beneath his feet, and he said word by word.
I will never retreat!My kingdom of heaven is here...I will not go anywhere!
In order to let the kingdom of heaven come to this land and to allow human beings to evolve to higher existences, there are at least one million survivors who die at his hands!
After making so many sacrifices, his kingdom of heaven has finally arrived in the mortal world, and all sacrifices have finally been rewarded... No one can take away his kingdom of heaven!
He will fight to the end!
The blood for all this is not in vain!
Looking at the twisted face speechlessly, the Holy Son sighed softly.
I respect your choice...
As he spoke, his empty eyes also brought a hint of madness, just like a black hole that devoured everything in the world and even the space itself.
...I will witness the last moment of this miracle with you.
……
The low black smoke rolled in the air, and the broken clouds outlined bullet marks.
Standing in the bridge of the Iron Heart, Chu Guang, like a human emperor who floated nowhere, also overlooked the battlefield that had been plowed over and over by artillery fire.
However, his expression and emotions were obviously much calmer than the madman who raised the torch, and there was no even much emotional fluctuation in his cold expression.
The outline of the coastline can be vaguely seen outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge.
If it is fast, it will take only half a month at most. The landing troops can complete the meeting with the North Line troops.
Then, it was to search for the facilities of the Torch Church and destroy it.
There is nothing to pay attention to in the details of the local battle. At this moment, Chu Guang was looking through the holographic screen, looking at the investigation report on Sanctuary No. 182 sent by Fang Chang.
It was a refuge that had been abandoned for a century. After the torch was rebooted, it was transformed into a research facility, mainly engaged in research on projects related to gestalt life.
Most of the research and production facilities held by the Torch Church are in this situation.
According to the investigation report provided by Fang Chang, in addition to discovering some improved production machines and three black boxes on the 4th floor of the 182 refuge, they also found 120 cylindrical culture tanks for soaking the experimental subjects on the 5th floor of the underground, as well as a giant glass cylinder with an area of 100 square meters and filled with genetically modified stock solution.
In addition, there is also a large cold storage that stores thousands of corpses that have not been processed or of research value.
Those corpses were hanging like flesh in the cold storage, either with three arms or two heads, and almost none of them still maintained a basic human form.
According to the confession confessed by staff at the facility, the apostle of the torch screened out suitable people who had no obvious rejection from the captive survivors, and then threw them into a culture tank filled with the genetic modification stock solution and soaked them for 3 to 7 days, and some of them could be transformed into mutants.
Of course, even if the unsuitable person who has rejected the rejection reaction is screened out, only a part of the transformation can be completed in the end.
After all, mutants are non-stable technologies that have not been studied and have huge risks in terms of technical principles.
What's more, re-embryoization of fully developed adults and replacing new genomes to force their expression is no less difficult than stuffing people back into the womb and rebirth.
This is much harder than blood exchange.
Even if the Torch Church has certain advantages in biological technology, it can only achieve a yield rate of 67%.
Even for these 67% of the good products, more than half of the people lost their minds in the process of transformation because they could not bear the torture and became animals.
As for the guys who have not become animals, their minds will also be distorted to varying degrees.
The most common one is schizophrenia, such as a group of people living in one body, or a loss of memory or imagining yourself as a cook or other similar identities.
Related research content is recorded in the experimental log, and there is shocking blood everywhere between the lines.
Torch seemed to realize that these things were inconvenient to be disclosed, so she planned to destroy the original while backing up the data.
Fortunately, his little players arrived in time and intercepted the apostle who was about to withdraw.
After seeing the whole report at the end, Chu Guang sighed softly.
... Just looking at the contents of this investigation report, these guys' crimes are already endless.
Standing behind him, Heya, who had been silent for a long time, showed a shameless guilt on her face and lowered her head.
Feel sorry……
There is no need to apologize for the mistakes you have not made. Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and gently stroked it in the air, gathering the light blue light speed at his fingertips and dispersing it. Then he looked back at her and said, "What's more, your research results have made great contributions to the cause of us and even human beings. You should be proud and raise your head."
Heya raised her head, but her complex eyes still dodged.
The people who committed these crimes were her former neighbors, who might even have sat on the same table in the same cafeteria to dine…and there might even be her teacher inside.
But they are residents of Shelter No. 117 after all...
It’s just a part, even if only one person makes a different choice, it’s a different choice.
Chu Guang interrupted her and continued to look at the dodging eyes.
What's more, there are many residents of No. 117 in the Alliance's Biological Institute, and they are all very good people, you should be clear about this.
Those blue jackets were rescued by the Alliance from Shelter 401.
Although the number of people is not large, they have made considerable contributions to the progress of the alliance's biotechnology, and their contributions to the prosperity of the alliance are also due to their contributions.
Heya's eyes were slightly red and she said in a low voice.
Thanks……
No need to thank me, I should have said similar words. Chu Guang smiled and said, "I am not the only one who thinks about this, including the crows that pulled you out of the dormant pole, and other residents who helped you collect research materials... we all think so."
The alliance does not engage in identity politics, and this has always been the case. Moreover, not every shelter 117 residents have joined the torch, and some have joined and repent.
But then again, there is one thing he has been very curious about.
Various information shows that there are only thirteen pioneers of the torch, and among them is the holy son named Wang Yi.
However, according to the information collected from the Guards Corps' investigation and visit, there were far more than that residents who left the 117 refuge that year.
What about the others?
Including Heya’s master Karen... Where did the blue jackets that had joined the torch go?
It was actually not just himself who was confused, but even Sun Yuechi, the manager of the first 70th shelter, had similar confusion.
The 70th and 117th shelter have been in regular contact for more than a century, including exchanges on research on mutant slime molds, etc. After all, the former is on the edge of a huge mother nest, but they are not experts in biology.
In Sun Yuechi's impression, the residents of Shelter No. 117 are not very similar to madmen who can do such crazy things, nor do they have the ability to do it.
Most blue jackets actually live a miserable life in the wasteland. The kinder wasteland customers ignore them, and the more ruthless they simply regard them as fat.
Of course, this is not an excuse for the mistake of shelter No. 117, but he always feels that an invisible hand is manipulating behind his back... just as the alliance is indirectly manipulating the situation in the Bharat Province through the Baiyue Company piece.
Although Chu Guang didn't like this guy's sarcastic metaphor very much, because the two were not the same thing at all, it has to be admitted that he did have a similar feeling.
The development trajectory of this Torch Church has been somewhat outrageous in the past ten years after leaving Jinchuan for Haiya.
The Tower Organization is at least a beggar's version of the alliance. Local survivors spontaneously organized and established a self-rescue alliance, which is no more unbreakable than the Giant Rock City.
However, what is incredible is that even the Rock City could not do anything to them, they actually dismantled the iron tower in a very short time and enslaved the survivors of the entire province.
Their black boxes far exceed the theoretical reserves of Shelter 117, and they armed one after another with incredible equipment that even the most elite warriors in the alliance felt tricky.
Chu Guang was not just curious about where other shelter residents of the No. 117 outside the Thirteen-person Conference went, and was more curious about what happened in the years after the torch arrived at the land under his feet...
At this moment, Lu Bei of the Guards passed through the movement gate and walked into the bridge and saluted cleanly.
Dear Manager, Great…Sir, our investigators on the frontline activities received a signal from the realm of heaven…
Recently, this kid finally corrected the title of "Old" and Chu Guang was quite satisfied with his progress.
The only thing I am not very satisfied with is that although this guy often repeats what he said, he rarely really listens to what he says.
Seeing Lu Bei suddenly stopped talking, Heya was very conscious of leaving the bridge to avoid it, but was stopped by Chu Guang.
Stay here and listen together.
As he said that, Chu Guang looked at Lu Bei and continued.
The alliance has not yet reached the time to hide its condition from the ‘doctor’.I remember that I should have said that all the information collected by the Guards about the Torch Church is transparent to the Union Institute of Biology and there is no need to ask me in advance.
Lu Bei lowered his head.
Yes, sir...
Knowing that this young man was kind-hearted, Chu Guang did not blame him too much, but just signaled him to continue talking with his eyes.
Lu Bei paused and fully stated the information.
Simply put, not only the coalition forces felt that the torch was over, but the people inside the torch also felt that the torch was about to end.
Although the Torch Church has the word "church" in name, those doctrines are actually just fooling ordinary people. The top leaders of Torch themselves do not talk about that thing, but talk about science and means more.
Although there are many firm idealists among them, there are certainly some speculators and nonsense.
For example, Yuer, who works for the alliance now, is the most typical latter. The guy himself doesn't know exactly what he wants to do. Before the war, he was a social animal in a pharmaceutical company. Suddenly, he changed his place to do scientific research. He was confused by his colleagues and went to sleep for a night. When he woke up, he reached the wasteland era. When the torch waved, he followed him without thinking much.
Some researchers also like to use the resources of the torch to continue their unfinished research before the war.
In short, there is a researcher in the top management of the torch. Seeing that the torch, a crazy tree that was going to fall, was about to fall, I hope to surrender to the coalition forces of the Conglomeration Community with intelligence and research materials to exchange for a chance of leniency.
Interestingly, according to the senior researcher's explanation, the top leaders of the Torch Church seemed to be planning to escape through a secret device in his facility.
Obviously he was not on that list of strategic transfers, so he took the opportunity to leak the news.
What is the name of that researcher?!Before Lu Bei could finish his words, Heya asked anxiously.
Lu Bei looked at Chu Guang hesitantly, but saw that the manager was just looking at him indifferently, and finally sighed with a sigh of gratitude and no longer concealed it.
The name that the person left us to identify was Karen...I was surprised at the time, but I felt that the person was not like the guy you've been looking for.
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