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The universe is vast and infinite.

The Light Plane is just a corner in a corner, a tiny speck of dust.

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

Aesop plane.

Elanpu National Life Evolution and Gene Science Research Center.

This research center is located on the second administrative star of the alliance, a unit that looks very ordinary. In fact, the interior is a diversified large-scale scientific research center integrating scientific research, life, consumption and entertainment.

5 am.

As soon as the stars rose from the ground, Zhong Hai City had already ushered in the dawn.

Under the morning light, the light-concentrated energy station in the central area of ​​the city seems to be covered with a layer of colorful light clothing, exuding a dreamlike brilliance. This is the heart of a modern city, the source of all energy.

Research institutes, living areas, entertainment areas... are scattered around the energy station like different organs, and the criss-crossing suspension tracks glow with a mechanical cold light, connecting them together like blood vessels. Go, the traffic is like water, and the stream is endless.

At this moment, in the rush of traffic, in a fully automatic taxi, a young man with glasses and an ordinary appearance was yawning sleepily.

His name is Liu Peng, and he specializes in gene analysis and gene stripping and importing. He is a very inconspicuous little researcher in the Elanpu National Life and Gene Science Research Center.

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

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

Suddenly.

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

Liu Peng opened his eyes and saw a small cartoon-shaped flying robot floating outside the car window with a breakfast bag, blinking his big electronic eyes and looking at him eagerly.

Even though he knew it was programmed, he still felt a little better.

"It took less than five minutes to place the order, and the takeaway from the research center is still as good as ever." He rubbed the flying robot's bare head in a good mood, swiped the code to take off the breakfast bag, and clicked the evaluation on its chest button, gave a five-star praise.

His breakfast is milk and cake. Breakfast shops like this follow the crowd can't afford to hire expensive labor. The cakes are made by standard baking robots according to the program, and the milk is also synthesized according to the general formula. The taste is the same, although it is not unpalatable. But no surprises.

Breakfast was settled quickly, and soon, the research institute arrived.

The fully automatic hover 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 dedicated passage.

However, for the sake of confidentiality policy, the head of this research institute is "Zhonghai City Meat and Poultry Breeding Base"... I don't know which leader's head was pinched, and he gave such a disguised name to the high-ranking research institute.

As a result, Liu Peng got a huge negative bonus in finding a girlfriend. As he walked towards the laboratory, his heart was full of complaints.

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In the laboratory, the huge and sophisticated Quantum Gene Replicator is humming slightly, and the transparent tissue culture tubes with different organs suspended are constantly adjusting the liquid input under the monitoring of the system, and the green light on the instrument flashes to represent normal operation Shan, against the white walls of the laboratory, looked pleasing to the eye.

On the console next to it, the latest analysis spectrum is displayed on a fluorescent screen. Several young researchers in white isolation suits are tirelessly checking various indicators, recording experimental data, and occasionally whispering a few words, The tone is also short and forceful.

Busy but orderly.

Suddenly, the heavy lead door of the laboratory slowly opened with a slight friction 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, there is no need to be too polite, just greeted casually, and everyone went to work on their own.

Liu Peng also cheered up and went to his position, replacing the researcher on night shift who had been up all night.

"Looking at your listless look, you must have stayed up late last night to watch Angel's virtual concert, right?" There was a young man with black hair and black eyes sitting next to him. When he saw his state, he knew it instantly.

After thinking about it, he took out a green potion bottle from his pocket with a painful expression on his face, and stuffed it into his hand: "I planned to keep it for myself, it's cheaper for you~"

"Physical potion?"

Liu Peng saw what was in his hand, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Energy Medicine, whose full name is "CY-II herbal extract preparation", is one of the latest products of Dongfang International Pharmaceutical Company. It is actually a nourishing herbal preparation, but because of its remarkable effect in replenishing energy and refreshing the mind, it is jokingly called "energy medicine" by many researchers.

Liu Peng stayed up all night, seeing it was like seeing a savior.

He happily patted the young man on the shoulder: "Thanks, brother. I'll treat you to dinner during the rest time."

After pouring the potion of energy, the fatigue and nerve pain caused by staying up all night were immediately swept away. He became energetic and energetic, and felt that he could stay up for another two nights.

Liu Peng let out a sigh of relief.

"Look at you~" The young man with black hair and dark eyes shook his head, "You are about to produce results, yet you dare to stay up late to watch a virtual concert. Are you not afraid of being caught and punished by your boss?"

"Hey~ I will be punished if I am punished~ For the sake of the goddess, I will admit to being reprimanded!" Liu Peng said with a smile, "You don't know how shocking the concert last night was, and the singing skills of Goddess Angel are simply amazing. Alright~ My blood boils when I hear it... especially her temperament, pure and beautiful, like an angel descending from the earth."

As soon as he talked about his goddess, Liu Peng talked endlessly, as if talking for three days and three nights.

The young man shook his head helplessly.

While speaking, the Quantum Gene Replicator suddenly issued a clear and crisp notification sound.

They are all too familiar with this notification sound.

All the researchers in the laboratory were refreshed instantly, and the level of dopamine in the body rose rapidly.

"Is there a result?"

"Hurry up! Notify the boss!"

Everyone in the entire laboratory moved. In the rush, an old man with gray hair received the notice and strode in.

The old man was imposing, with a strong aura, as soon as he entered the door, he asked with a dignified look: "How is the situation?"

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

"Boss, this is the latest result." Liu Peng, who was in charge of sorting out the results, quickly entered the data that had just been sorted out into the chip and sent it over respectfully. The rejection rate is less than 10%. Based on the results obtained from the simulation experiment, we can basically judge that this group of genes dissociated from the natives of the alien plane more than ten years ago It can indeed greatly improve human physical strength and environmental adaptability."

Speaking of this, Liu Peng's expression unconsciously became excited: "Boss, we succeeded!"

"good!"

The old man's tone also rose a little unconsciously.

He looked through the data carefully, observed in detail the tissue culture conditions and gene map analysis results in several partitions, as well as the relevant data of the simulation experiment, carefully checked and confirmed several times, and finally smiled with confidence.

There is no problem with the experiment, so all that is left is to submit a report and apply for the next step of the experiment.

"It's a pity that there are still too few samples and data. Otherwise, I would have enough reasons to persuade the big boss to agree to conduct clinical genetic experiments." The old man sighed regretfully, but he also knew that there was no way out. .

Each of the mecha fighters is an elite carefully cultivated by the alliance, and they are heroes with many achievements in battle. Without absolute certainty, it is absolutely impossible for the marshal to allow them to carry out genetic experiments.

"I'll report to the Marshal immediately."

He put away the chip and strode out the door with an unprecedented firmness in his mind.

"No matter what, we must re-open the wormhole to that alien plane! If we can completely decipher the genetic map of those natives, the problem of fighter physique that has plagued the Alliance for many years will be solved!"

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Almost at the same time.

The ancient Holy Violet Principality, this family has enshrined the great God of Light for generations, and the Holy Spirit emerges endlessly from the ancestors of the family.

At this time, the slightly dim sunlight poured mottled colors on the old floor of the bedroom through the glass inlaid windows.

The air was filled with the bitter taste of potions, and a certain gloomy smell of corruption.

In this turbid Nuo Da dormitory, a thin old man with white beard and hair was lying on a luxurious bed with a face full of pain.

He is the lord of the Principality of St. Violet, Fern Lytton.

It's just that the miracles have disappeared in the past hundred years. Since his birth, Duke Fern Lytton has never been influenced by the God of Light, so that in his heart, his belief in the gods is extremely weak.

However, this does not affect him from becoming a duke with great strategy. During his accession to the throne, the principality's national strength was flourishing, the country was prosperous and the people were safe, and even regained several controversial lost territories.

It's just that the hero is late.

This is his bedroom, and the aggravated pain over the past few days has left him paralyzed in bed, so weak that he can't even get up alone.

Beside his sickbed, apart from a few submissive old servants who looked after him in his daily life, a dozen strong knights in armor and with sharp swords at their waists were filling up the entire bedroom.

The bedroom, which was already somewhat dignified, began to become more desolate because of this group of menacing knights.

Among this group of knights, the leader was a middle-aged and imposing man.

He has a dignified demeanor, dressed in plate armor, with a sharp sword hanging from his waist, and looks quite majestic, but there is no beard on his lips, and his clean face gives people a somewhat cold feeling.

"Father, it's time to decide the heir of our Principality."

The leading middle-aged knight stood in front of the sick bed majesticly with his sword in his forehand.

This person is the second son of the lord of St. Violet Duchy, Fern Lytton, Fuller Lytton.

The lord, Fern Lytton, had two heirs in his life. The eldest son, Wayne Lytton, is the father of Daniel Lytton, who was once the first heir to the Principality. It's a pity that because of a war of alien invasion from outside the territory, he and his wife unfortunately died and disappeared, so the title of first heir also fell to his son, Daniel Lytton.

It's just that Daniel Lytton once lost his talent and strength because of the possession of the ring spirit, so that his status as the first heir has always existed in name only.

The second son of the lord Fern Lytton, the Marquis Fuller Lytton, a subordinate of the Principality of St. Violet, did not get the succession. Even after the eldest son Wayne Lytton had unfortunately disappeared for many years, the lord Wayne still He was not listed as the first heir.

For this reason, the Marquis Fuller has been aggrieved for many years, and until today, all this has finally ushered in a turning point.

"Father, you don't have much time. If you can't decide on an heir in time, won't our great Saint Violet Principality fall into chaos after you leave?"

Marquis Fuller's face was a bit stern, and he stood quietly on the bed of the old lord Fern, his threat was already beyond words.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

The old country lord Fern wanted to speak, but was greeted with a painful cough. It was not until a long time later that he breathed out a few words, "I, my heir, have already decided...he , he is my grandson, Dan, Daniel!"

"It's that Daniel again!" Marquis Fuller's face turned livid instantly, "Father, you are too partial!"

"You said that I am not as good as the eldest brother, and I admit it. After all, the order of the old and the young is orderly. But why? Why did the heir fall on Daniel after the elder brother left? You also know that my nephew is a good-for-nothing. De Heneng, why should he become the heir of our Violet Principality!"

Marquis Fuller strongly suppressed his emotions, and even his face became a bit hideous.

He really couldn't figure it out, first Daniel's father, Wayne Lytton, and now that Daniel, why?

In terms of talent, strength, and military exploits, is Fuller inferior to his elder brother Wayne Lytton? As far as the order of seniority is concerned, it should be him Fuller, not that useless useless Daniel!

Fuller was furious, and more than a dozen knights who followed at the scene all tensed up.

Among the dozen or so knights, several are Fuller's trusted generals, and the other part are earls and collateral descendants in the Principality of St. Violet.

The earls and collateral descendants of these duchies had already surrendered to the Marquis Fuller after the death of the eldest son Wayne Lytton, and Fuller followed suit.

Now the reason why he dares to come to the palace with the Marquis Fuller is naturally because the Wayne faction in the principality has already collapsed. Mysterious accident, no achievements at all.

Under such circumstances, the future master of the Principality of St. Violet will undoubtedly fall into the hands of the old master's second son, the Marquis Fuller.

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

"Master Wayne has already gone. You can't hand over the inheritance of the Principality to a waste material just because you love him."

"Daniel is indeed the heir of Mr. Wayne, but he is a waste material. How can a waste material be the heir of our Principality?"

"Your Majesty, the Principality of St. Violet is yours, but it is also the result of our joint construction. You cannot destroy the future of our Principality just because of your personal preferences!"

Seeing that Marquis Fuller was angry, the dozen or so courtiers he brought with him all spoke up to help.

At the beginning, they also worried about the remaining prestige of the old lord Fern, but they found that the old lord's illness was too serious. To a certain extent, the duchy was already in the pocket of the Marquis Fuller, and now it is almost It's just a logical name.

As a result, these vassals spoke one after another, and their speeches became more straightforward and without scruples.

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

The old lord, Fern Litton, trembled with anger and coughed violently. At this moment, even though there were thousands of words in his heart, it was difficult for him to speak. In the end, all the unwillingness was reduced to one word, "Get out"!

After angrily exhaling such a word, the old lord Fern seemed to have exhausted all his strength, so he could only close his eyes tightly, and lay on the sickbed panting heavily, without any more strength to answer even a single word.

The death of his beloved son, Wayne Lytton, and the powerful enemy of Outland was the most painful thing in his life, so he loved Daniel so much. However, the reason why the title of duke was not passed on to Fuller Lytton was obviously out of higher-level considerations.

A few old servants and nanny who had served the old lord all his life shrank on the edge of the sick bed, shivering.

The strong sense of humiliation at this time not only filled the heart of the old country lord Fern, but also emerged in their hearts.

Perhaps it was because of the remaining prestige of the old lord Fern Litton, after being scolded by him, all the dozen or so courtiers at the scene shrank and quieted down.

The leader, Marquis Fuller, frowned slightly, looked at his father indifferently, and said coldly for a while: "Father, the Duchy of St. Violet will be handed over to me. You, go at ease!"

"Oh! Pfft!"

Angry and furious, the old country lord Fern spewed out a mouthful of stinky and blackened blood on the spot. The whole person took in a lot of air and gave out a little, as if he would cut off his breath at any time.

If Fuller is allowed to succeed, with his soft-boned personality, the inheritance passed down from his ancestors may be destroyed in one fell swoop.

The scene was silent, only the heavy breathing of the old country lord Fern echoed in the air.

Several old servants and mothers stood by Fern's bed, sobbing silently, with tears running down their cheeks. The dozen or so courtiers who came with Marquis Fuller didn't even dare to say a word.

Especially when they saw the mouthful of black blood spit out by the old lord Fern, many people tensed up.

Everyone present knew that Fern, the old country lord, was indeed old and frail, but his sudden illness recently must have something to do with that black blood!

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

Everyone present, what they can do now is to follow Marquis Fuller and quietly wait for the old lord Fern to take his last breath.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the atmosphere in the dormitory also became more dignified.

Suddenly.

A servant's announcement suddenly came from outside the bedroom, from far to near.

"Dan, Master Daniel, you're back!"

Just such an announcement broke the silence inside the bedroom.

Those mournful and weeping old servants and mothers all raised their heads in joy, their eyes full of anticipation.

The eyes of many courtiers who stood silently at the scene slowed down, and many of them even looked a little panicked. If it weren't for the presence of Marquis Fuller, these people would have already been in an uproar and talked a lot.

Marquis Fuller's face also changed slightly, but then he snorted coldly: "It's just a useless piece of trash, and he can only go to the funeral crying when he comes back. Why are you panicking?"

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

But at this moment, there was a loud "bang"!

The door of the bedroom was smashed to pieces.

Many courtiers and Marquis Fuller hurried out of the bedroom, turned their eyes to look at the door of the bedroom, and saw a young man holding a long sword and sharp eyes standing at the door of the bedroom.

"Dan, Master Daniel!"

The old servants and mothers around the sick bed all cried out with joy as if they had seen a savior.

"Wait! Daniel, isn't he a waste material without fighting spirit?"

"Why, how come?"

Among the many courtiers at the scene, someone suddenly exclaimed, and soon everyone noticed that Daniel Lytton was completely different from the past.

At this time, Daniel Litton, who was standing at the door, was full of awe-inspiring fighting spirit, as if the torrent and tsunami were overwhelming. The body of the long sword in his hand was covered with a solid layer of white mist-like grudge, especially the sharp tip of the sword, which was still clinging to bright red blood. At his feet, there were two guards arranged by the Marquis Fuller to guard the gate.

The guards were the most elite guards around Marquis Fuller, they were powerful and wore tough armor. But who would have thought that the tough plate armor on the chests of these two guards would be cut apart by a sword!

The cracked plate armor and the bloody wounds inside were exposed in front of people's eyes, which made many courtiers at the scene, who were already a little flustered, even more nervous.

This Daniel, who has returned, can kill two elite guards so easily. Could it be...he has level 5?

No, this tyrannical sword skill, this solid grudge and coercion are clearly the terrifying strength that only a level 6 sub-sacred swordsman can possess!

Daniel Litton has become a level 6 sub-sage!

A chilling emotion immediately spread among all the courtiers involved in forcing the palace.

The leader, Marquis Fuller, widened his eyes and stared at Daniel for a long time before murmuring, "Daniel, you, why are you back?"

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