The theory of human evolution was first put forward by Darwin, but after entering the modern society, he began to feel that human evolution has fallen into a top state, and it is impossible to achieve a breakthrough or mutation.

Therefore, countries began to promote the evolution of human genes more simply and directly, and the study of demigods is the most famous scientific research project, sacrificing countless human lives in exchange for the power of infinite approaches to gods.

In addition to demigod research, there are two other famous categories, 1 is Gaia's fusion genetic modification, which is spurned by the world, relying on artificial genetic engineering, forcibly fusing the genes of various alien beasts with the human body to create non-human and non-animal monsters; 2 is the use of mechanical prosthetics and divine stone dust engines, which allow people to obtain superhuman combat skills with the help of the power of technology.

However, the Sunset Group has been conducting a study that has lasted for 500 years, and that is the possibility of the human body itself.

Like all things, human beings are a unique species created by God, and in this polluted environment, can the genes remain absolutely unmutated? In fact, no scientist dares to pack a ticket.

Breathe toxic air, eat genetically modified food, and deal with highly radioactive materials all day long......

In fact, the human body has changed, but it is hidden under a hypocritical face and does not appear.

There is a group of research department personnel in the Sunset Group, who firmly believe that human beings have infinite possibilities, and want to use the most primitive way and the pressure of survival to force human beings to realize their own evolution, and it is from this that Shura Field comes from.

Death row prisoners have become the test subjects that are forever filled in this experimental field, generation after generation, for a better life, for the shuttle at the top of the reborn tower, the most primitive ** of human beings has been fully activated.

Then, the subhuman race technique was born, a combat skill that transcends the limits of the human body, is memorized by the body's DNA, and becomes a combat skill that can be used skillfully.

In this Shura field, the death row prisoners who can survive the first 50 floors have more or less touched the tricks of subhuman race skills, and all kinds of ways of using them beyond ordinary people have become a magic weapon for everyone to turn defeat into victory.

The funeral song of the scorching sun is a subhuman skill, and it is also a display that approaches the highest level, and to this day, no other death row prisoner can imitate or surpass it.

Zhang Lan learned the funeral song after watching it only once, and he can no longer be called talented, but he is not a human being himself......

There is still too much knowledge and rules to discover about the Shura Field, but unfortunately the time for release has ended, and Zhang Lan followed many death row inmates and began to return to the gloomy prison from different hatches.

None of them were shackled, but no one dared to resist, not only because of the poisonous collar around their necks, but also because the snipers in the distance were waiting for them to find trouble, so that they could be killed like rabbits.

Zhang Lan thought that he was going back to the disgusting cage to enjoy, unable to stand, unable to sit, unable to lie down, who knew that the prison guards actually took him to another cell, there was a flat bed, a separate toilet and a shower room, although it still exuded a foul smell, but it was hundreds of times better than the cage.

can sleep with her feet straight, and the corners of Zhang Lan's mouth involuntarily showed a happy smile......

On the other hand, the old bones were not so lucky, when they passed a corner and were about to go to their VIP-level cell, Shura was leaning against the wall on the side of the road, using the newly exchanged ripper to gently buckle the wall to vent his boredom, and even the rusty iron sheet was cut out of a deep pit.

"Stigmata-sama, when was the last time we talked?" Shura smiled and waved his hand, and the surrounding prison guards separated all the surrounding death row inmates from 10 meters away, creating a private space.

"The last time we chatted should have been almost 30 years ago, and you have only been in charge of the Shura Field for only two years, like a stunned young man who has not yet wiped off his ass and balls." Old Bones didn't have the slightest respect for Shura.

"Lord Stigmata, I know that you have a well-established background, but you must know that this is the Shura Field, and I am the warden here, the supreme leader, at least respect, do you understand?" Shura's face was hideous.

"What? Want to get your hands on me? Interesting. The old bone kneaded his neck, "First of all, you have to be clear, you are not even a fart, your power comes from the gift of the Philip family, not from your mother's womb." So, if you follow the rules, you will be the king of the Shura field, if you want to violate the rules, or block me? How many days will you last, I really don't know? ”

"Stigmata, why did you find that guy? You should know that he was the murderer of Mark, and he was thrown to the Shura field for the sake of torture, and he didn't even exchange his hand for cards, so it was clear that he wanted to kill him, why did you use your points to help him? "Shura can't come hard, he can only know it.

"Mark's dad threw me here, he killed Mark to help me relieve my anger, I help him, is there something wrong?" The old bone said as a matter of course, "Shura, don't say I didn't remind you, Philip's old immortal is now in the life support cabin, and his son is still in the life support cabin, and both of them burped accidentally, and the only person in this world who still has the surname Philip is me." So be polite to talk to me in the future. Everything is according to the rules, don't deliberately help anyone, don't deliberately embarrass anyone, be a Buddhist warden, you can sit in your position for a longer time. ”

"What are you hinting at me? Will the Sun Never Set Group fall into your hands? Thinking of this possibility, the arrogant Shura couldn't help but tremble.

"Let your imagination run wild, Lord Shura, and don't get in my way." Old Bone pushed away the guards who stood in the way and returned to his room.

The old bones are right, the Shura Field is not a place where one person can cover the sky with one hand, and all the death row prisoners who come here abide by the iron laws or practices that have been running for 500 years, or survive for a long time.

Scorching Sun is the first existence in history that is closest to the top of the Rebirth Tower, and the old bones have a moment, when they feel that their ambitions will be satisfied, who knows that this Shura who killed a thousand knives will be a hindrance from it, modifying the difficulty of the Rebirth Tower, making Scorching Sun completely desperate, cutting off his hand and escaping from prison successfully, that year, Shura was only 16 years old.

Old Bones would never let this happen again, and this may be his last chance alive, and Prince Philip's last chance while he is still alive.

Zhang Lan didn't want to care about what was hidden in it, and the only thing he could do now was to rest well, recover his physical strength, and prepare to start the first tower climbing battle.

For all newcomers to death row, the winning rate of the first round of tower climbing battles is 100%, which is the question of sending points, but Zhang Lan is different, he will start the tower climbing battle directly from the 50th floor, this is almost a death row prisoner, if he does not die, and he plays very well, with the devastating shit luck, it will take 5 years to reach the height.

Zhang Lan only took 1 day to reach it, lying on the stiff bed, raising her hand to look at the new manipulator, trying to shrink her pincer-like arms, making a creaking sound, feeling like it would fall apart at any time.

"How long will you trap me this day?" Zhang Lan sighed lightly.