The irregular presence that frightened the little thing, like caviar that had been mashed to pieces, smeared the frozen soil of tens of meters around it into a blinding dark red.

The rotten flesh, which had been cut into pieces but still stubbornly wriggled and gathered, mixed with the white frozen soil like coarse salt, formed an insurmountable chasm.

Inside the chasm, there was Luo who was lying on the frozen ground softly, and his whole body was not stained with a trace of rotten flesh.

Beyond the chasm, there was once again a twist of the army of Shauns that was rapidly approaching.

The little thing's membrane-like wings had broken off and hung limply on the sides of its body, and dozens of tentacles had long since been uprooted by Seans's terrifying suckers, leaving only tears that were still gurgling with blood.

And the muzzle that turned into a hideous mouth, the entire upper jaw was torn off alive.

It lowered its head again, its jaw twitching in pain lightly touching Luo's cheek, its blood-soaked eyes struggling to open, and finally glancing at its master.

If it had a choice, maybe it would choose to be that swinging insect forever, at least without fear.

It slowly fell to its stomach, it had lost the ability to continue to protect its master, and even the big eyes that were once watery were no longer able to open them.

For the last time, it naively thought that as long as it covered its master with its own body, the rotten flesh that terrified it would not be able to detect him, just as it had once covered its eyes with its tentacles.

Slender fingers appeared softly within the pupils of its large, already swollen and distorted eyes, and it saw that its master, the man who had once carried it behind his back, finally stood up slowly before it fell.

Luo bowed to instinct, and he chose to eliminate the body transformation.

"Don't be afraid, it's all over."

It was the last thing it heard before closing its eyes.

It really closed its eyes and fell into a shallow sleep, beside its master, on the frozen earth filled with stench and blood.

It's been a long time since the Marquis of Begu closed his eyes, and from the time the waiter Mars handed Heidi's gift to the Marquis, until now, he has been guarding the door of his private research base under his mansion.

The Marquis had his own luxurious room at the research base, and the mansion above the base had a cozy bedroom, but he chose to stay at the door of the base.

What Heidi asked Lo to pass on to the Marquis was something that seemed to others to be of little value, but which the Marquis had almost exhausted for half of his life.

A thin strand of hair, a long black hair with blue ends.

For this long hair, the Marquis paid Lo a staggering amount of gold, granted a place in the Lost Trench Trial, and even sent an attendant who had not set foot in the door of the research base for decades, unlocking nineteen pairs of masters of the genetic sequence, Mars.

Heidi wasn't a prankster, or the Marquis wasn't a suitable target for fooling.

The hair has been sent to the research base and placed in the hands of Dr. Mose Adolf, who has spent his life studying bloodline fusion. From then on, the Marquis, who had put on his heavy black robes again, stood outside the gate of the research base and never left a single step.

Behind the Marquis, Mars stood respectfully like a shadow, his face still humble enough in the middle of his high collar.

Mars looked at the Marquis who stood in front of him like a sculpture, and his heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.

"Old man, are you nervous? This is not the mood of a lieutenant in the Black Armor Army. ”

The Marquis asked softly.

He didn't look back, still on the cold ground of the doorway, and the bright light slouched out of the wide open door of the base, dragging the shadow of the marquis for a long time.

"Nervousness doesn't belong to me, it's excitement running in my chest, my general!"

Mars's voice trembled slightly.

From the day the Marquis took off the heavy armor of the Black Armor Army, Mars had been looking forward to this day, looking forward to the day when his invincible leader would once again draw the sword in his hand and put on his robe again.

Is this day finally coming?

"Lieutenant Mars, remember what I say below."

"When Dr. Mose Adolphus walks out of this door, kill him! Kill everyone in this base! And stay here, guarding the thing you brought back until the new Discursor arrives at the research base! ”

"Yes, General!"

Mars, dressed in lace, replied in a loud voice, his face still humble enough in the middle of his tall collar, but his body was already straight, like a sharp spear in the hands of those black-armored soldiers beyond the Lost Trench.

At this moment, Dr. Mose Adolphus is still tirelessly busy in the laboratory in the base.

He didn't care about the long black hair that the Marquis had personally sent over, even though it had extremely rare blue ends.

There are so many mutated creatures in the wilderness that even human skin can change color, let alone hair.

That is, until the Marquis told him that the hair was from Heidi's research base.

Dr. Mose Adolphus was at the forefront of the old times, and he considered himself the smartest brain of mankind until he met Heidi Cadivan of the Cadivan family.

Strictly speaking, Moss was Heidi's teacher, and Heidi was just one of the many students of the Ph.D.

Heidi had only heard one lesson from Dr. Morse Adolphus, and in that short twenty minutes, the Doctor's pride, which had almost affected all of humanity, collapsed, and was crushed by Heidi's cold and merciless trampling under her feet.

In his field of greatest strength, the Doctor's pride, sense of honor, and sense of accomplishment that has not been crushed by a global nuclear war have been torn apart by Heidi's cold, mechanical, and impeccable debates.

At that time, Heidi Cardivan was less than eight years old and was still a laughing little girl.

Moss looked at the little blue dot in front of him, his bloodshot eyes staring at it, he was so close that he could only hold his breath, lest his breath startle the little elf with his breath.

This blue dot was a tiny part of the long hair, and it was like an ignorant elf, swimming in the ocean of blood.

The sea of blood it swims in is a drop of the marquis's blood.

The long breath-holding made the doctor's head a little dizzy, and he hesitated, stood up, and took out a small test tube from the cabinet next to him, which contained a small amount of clear blue liquid.

Higher-order Gene Unlocking Elixirs.

The Ph.D., who once stood at the forefront of human science and technology, certainly has the ability to develop genetic unlocking potions, and he has also taken the unlocking potions he developed more than once.

The one in his hand was not the mass-produced high-grade potion stolen by Chief Alik, nor was it the gene unlocking potion stock solution that Heidi had given to Lowe.

Rather, it is a special agent that is directed to unlock the dormant realm of the human brain.

The Doctor had taken the potion more than once, and he still looked so vulnerable on the outside, but his field of brain development had long since surpassed everyone else, and he was once again at the forefront of humanity.

Yes, the forefront of humanity, but not Heidi. In the doctor's mind, Heidi has long since detached herself from the realm of human beings.

For this special medicine that can expand the brain domain and have a super brain, Heidi has not dabbled in it.

It's not so much that you can't say you can't as you disdain.

The doctor's face was complicated, and he finally opened the potion in his hand, raised his head and drank it.

From the first time he took the potion, it meant that the Doctor had bowed his proud head to his student, Heidi Cadivon.

Doctors also need to be like those remnants of life in the wilderness, in order to survive, unlock their own genetic sequences again and again, and tap their greatest potential.

The pace of wilderness elimination has never left anyone behind, including the Ph.D. in a very secure laboratory.