As the brief conversation ended, the boy's days returned to day-to-day experiments.

Since he had made no attempt to escape, nor did he attempt to cause any havoc or minor actions during the entire process, the Darrant gradually let his guard down.

Although he had not yet touched the more than 10,000 forbidden magic arrays on his body, he was no longer restricted from moving freely in a fixed range.

But the guards didn't know that all of his disguises were for one thing, and that was to get the magic equipment that the Speaker was carrying.

To this end, he even allowed the experimenters to extract their own "genes" and then give them to the female descendants of the parliamentarians, intending to breed a large number of mixed-race offspring, and then manually select and eliminate them, and eventually only those who were not defective and gifted and slowly integrated into the upper ruling class of Darent.

Unfortunately, these ambitious and lustful creatures don't understand that no matter how many times they try, they will never succeed in even one case.

Because as a reincarnated being, the boy is destined to transcend most of the life in the physical universe from the moment he is born, so his genetics have unimaginable reproductive isolation.

Not to mention the Darrant civilization, which is still in the position of mortals, even if the gods come, they can't come up with any good solutions.

......

"How's it going, is there any progress in the experiment?"

The boy asked, standing in front of a translucent container, staring at the clone that looked exactly like himself, but with an anatomized chest cavity and brain.

Normally, when a person sees a life exactly like his own, he will involuntarily have a strong sense of fear, let alone a half-dissected corpse.

But he was fine, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but he also ate snacks carelessly.

"Sorry, there's nothing new yet. However, the experiment the day before yesterday found an interesting phenomenon, that is, when trying to give the clones a soul, their brains will produce a lot of information feedback. Two research teams are working around the clock to decipher all the feedback. The Speaker believes that these information centers hide huge secrets. The male Darrant researcher explained without looking back.

"Feedback?......" The boy pursed the corners of his lips and smiled playfully.

Soon, however, he returned to his usual nonchalant appearance and slowly continued along the hallway.

The busy researcher didn't even notice it, and the moment he left, the red light on the complex instrument behind him flashed continuously, but after about two or three seconds, he regained his calm.

In fact, not only this clone, but everywhere he walked in the entire laboratory, all the clones trembled uncontrollably slightly, and some even opened a pair of black eyes like an abyss.

Later, they quickly closed their eyes and returned to a deep sleep.

About two or three days later, when the Speaker and several members of the House of Representatives returned to the secret laboratory to preside over an important experiment in person, the boy who was immersed in the container suddenly raised his head without warning and asked meaningfully: "Do you know what is the stupidest thing in the world?"

"What do you mean?" the Speaker suddenly had a very bad premonition.

That's what it means literally. Do you know why those clones never show signs of life feedback? The answer is actually very simple......

The words just fell!

All the clones in the hundreds of culture tanks in the laboratory, even the dismembered or disembodied parts, opened their eyes and grinned, "Because I am their consciousness! I am their soul! Every clone you create is equivalent to my doppelganger." ”

"Damn! Quick! Cut off ......"

One of the researchers, apparently aware of something, rushed madly to the device responsible for powering the tank, as if to press the most conspicuous red button on it.

But alas, in the end, it was a step too late.

Just as he ran closer, before his arm could fall, a storm of energy like a tsunami swept through every corner of the laboratory.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

A large number of precious and sensitive instruments have caused violent explosions under the baptism of the storm, and the most violent of them is undoubtedly the vicinity of the Speaker's location.

In order to fend off the flames, shockwaves, and deafening loud noises, he had to activate a large number of defensive spells, but he kept backing so much that many of his belongings fell in the backs and impacts, including the magic weapon used against the Shadow Guards.

As the energy storm gradually dissipated, naked boys came out of the translucent broken containers one after another, each emitting an astonishing amount of energy.

"Oh oh my! He's right, we're stupid. One of the councillors' eyes widened, and his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Although the clones in front of him were not as powerful as the boy himself, under the control of his own consciousness, the destructive power that erupted in a short period of time was definitely enough to make every Darrant present unable to eat and walk around.

"Lock down the lab! immediately! immediately! In addition, activate the highest level of protection, and no way let him escape under any circumstances. The Speaker gave the order with a gloomy face.

"Ming...... Understood!"

"Activate the defenses! Lock down the entire lab!"

"Level 1 Defense Activation! The crisis team will arrive at the scene of the accident in three minutes. ”

"Quarantine Lockdown Protocol Activated! Magic Blocking Activated!"

"All entrances and exits have been blocked!"

......

Accompanied by a barrage of broadcasts, the sprawling underground laboratory began to enter a state of emergency.

Various emergency measures have been activated one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the battle began in the most core area.

Without any hesitation!

The two sides showed the ability to press the bottom of the box at the beginning, and they didn't care whether the laboratory would be destroyed in the fierce battle, and all kinds of powerful spells emerged one after another.

Especially the army of clones, they don't care if they are injured or killed, even if their own magic power is exhausted, they will only blow up their enemies by blowing themselves up.

In less than a few minutes, the defensive line led by the speaker and the members of parliament collapsed.

If it weren't for the large number of puppets and combatants who arrived later, it is estimated that at least two of the seriously injured parliamentarians would have died on the spot.

When they finally stabilized their position, they suddenly found that the boy's body had picked up the magic item that had fallen on the ground, and teased in a sarcastic tone, "I'm sorry, I've already got what I wanted." Guess why I'm doing everything I can to get it......"