"Brother Huangchen, you're here!" Mi Lian, who has pink hair, put down her guitar and greeted her.

"Hey, Milian, I don't want to come, but I'm going to do that, and Aunt Miria won't tear me alive." Yan Huangchen said helplessly, he still has a bunch of experiments to do, and science and technology in ancient memories also need to be verified by experiments, and it is necessary to know that the difference is thousands of miles, and this is true in any scientific research. But yesterday Miria had a big problem with his failure to show up at this secret base for three months in a row, and he finally had to come and have a look.

"I don't understand, why were you called when you weren't from the research group?" Yan Huangchen asked in wonder.

"What study group? Not to check your voice? Milian asked rhetorically.

"What a powerful reason." Yan Huangchen said speechlessly.

Dr. Chiba's research interests mainly focus on the analysis of the energy transfer spectrum of sound wave resonance, which is very different from the biological genetics and optimization that Yan Huangchen is good at. At first, he was very interested in studying singing, but soon he found a problem, he had no talent for music and no knowledge accumulation, and the differences in sound made him unable to start, and he could not find the key point of energy release from the thousands of spectrums, and the knowledge obtained in the Star Wars world could not provide this help, making it difficult for him to start, and it can be said that he was a novice in terms of sound waves. It's the beginning of 2045, and Dr. Chiba's research progress is very slow, and Yan Huangchen doesn't know how genes are linked to music, and he has completely become an affordable drug supplier for the research team.

When Yan Huangchen was sealed, Prodoman's research on the Rhythm weapon was still only an exploration, and his maker was a genetic biofanatic, leaving no research or assumptions about the influence of Rhythm on the primordial demons. In fact, it is understandable to think about it. The primordial demon is a super biological weapon, which can make a superluminal leap between the universe with only the physical body, is not afraid of any weapon attack when the spiritual energy is sufficient, can survive in any environment in the universe, super regenerative ability and unlimited lifespan, and the powerful physical body is equipped with self-regulating energy weapons and various abilities such as wall penetration, possession and soul possession, where is this weapon, and the Prodopeople have purely created a group of evil gods. In the face of primordial demons, who would think that they would be afraid of the song of a special kind of human?

Yan Huangchen, who knew everything, began to study this area after he formed the Deep Space Group. His Deep Sky Mansion is a testing ground, and long-term experiments have found that through some specific music, it can indeed improve the spiritual energy of humans, but the effect is limited, far from the power of the legendary Anima's soul that seals the demon.

Now Basara has appeared, the child of destiny, a special human being, the owner of the soul of Anima, his singing voice makes Yan Huangchen feel very uncomfortable, obviously good music, entering his ears is like oil in water, making him very uncomfortable, that kind of discomfort spreads all over his cells from the inside out, making him extremely painful, and the idea of destroying Basara once broke out in his mind, causing Yan Huangchen to have a bad attitude towards Basara all the time.

"What is wrong with his spiritual energy that makes me such a big threat?" Yan Huangchen secretly thought to himself, "As soon as I hear him sing, I feel uncomfortable, is it because the spiritual energy generated in the body is too large and the body is not adaptable?" Hehe, I didn't notice any change in myself. ”

"Wow, Brother Huangchen, everyone else said that only you listen to my mother's words, and now I see that this is the case." Mi Lian looked at Yan Huangchen, who was worried, and said.

"Mi Lian, your mother grabbed my words and kept scolding me, just take this project, I really don't know what music has to do with genes? One is audio vibration, energy transmission, and the other is genetic encoding, sexual image trait inheritance, how can the two ............" Yan Huangchen said and fell into deep thought.

Mi Lian is used to it, and she often sees Yan Huangchen who wanders and hits the door frame.

"Milian!" An eighteen-year-old young man walked over, with fried chicken nest head, black hair and black eyes, with round-edged eyes, plain eyes, handsome appearance, wearing a black and white rock suit.

"Basara, what's the matter?" Mi Lian asked.

"We practice singing." Basara said unquestioningly.

"Basara, Brother Huangchen is still here, we'll practice when he's gone." Mi Lian suggested.

"......" Basara directly picked up the guitar and began to play.

Yan Huangchen was awakened by the sound of the guitar, and let out a long breath, Basara He is a pure person, his purpose is to sing, Mi Lian, you can dissuade him, then there will be no future Ba God title.

"Brother Huangchen?" Mi Lian asked.

"Go sing it, don't worry, I'm fine." Yan Huangchen said.

"Okay, brother, pay attention to your body." Milene ran over.

Yan Huangchen looked at the busy research team around him, and a huge red robot was being assembled. Yan Huangchen turned his body and looked at Dr. Chiba who came over and said, "Can it be done?" Doctor, it would be dead to let Basara go to war like this. ”

"Huangchen, I hope to recreate the miracle of Hayashi Akemi's era, explore the mystery of sound, and finally come to this point......," Dr. Chiba said with a hopeful look in his eyes and a slightly heavy tone.

"Do a good job of cockpit protection, you can freeze your brain in times of crisis, and I will return you a lively Basara when the time comes." Yan Huangchen said affirmatively.

"Thank you, you didn't take me for a lunatic." Dr. Chiba thanked.

"A sacrifice of science? An Armani who only focuses on singing is an expensive but extremely suitable sacrifice. Yan Huangchen muttered to himself.

"Huangchen, what are you talking about Armani?" Dr. Chiba asked curiously.

"Nothing, Doctor." Yan Huangchen smiled, "Allow my willfulness, from today onwards I will be a fighter instructor in Basara." ”

"Huh? All right? Dr. Chiba looked at Yan Huangchen curiously.

"Try it and you'll find out." Yan Huangchen smiled mysteriously.

"Ah~ah~ah......" Basara's singing sounded, and Yan Huangchen was suddenly made to his knees by the sudden singing.

"Huangchen, are you okay?" Dr. Chiba was taken aback by Yan Huangchen's actions and hurriedly asked.

Yan Huangchen immediately closed his eyes that were glowing red and said, "It's okay, I'll teach that kid a good lesson." ”

"Where the hell did Basara offend you?" Dr. Chiba said with a wry smile.

The next day, the three integrated ace pilots of the experimental group who trained Basara and others in fighter piloting skills were dumbfounded and watched the virtual battle on the screen.

A voice came out of the microphone of a fighter simulator: "Basara, this is the battlefield, today will definitely make you feel refreshed a hundred times." ”

Another voice roared from the simulated cabin opposite: "Let's listen to my song!" ”

Face to face on the screen are two VF-19 transformer fighters of the same model, one is a modified Basara Flame car, and the other is a Huang Yan car with a modified VF-19 by Yan Huangchen. The flame car is fiery red, the Huangyan car is black and red, and the fighter plane is equipped with a ring-shaped special weapon device, and the two pilots are completely donkey-lip to horse-mouth.

"Well, your support has arrived! Come and meet the storm of death! Yan Huangchen shouted, and the Huangyan fighter rushed towards Bassara, at this time, a small chrono fortress, five frigates, and thirty-five VF-19 transformation fighters around Basara jumped out, and the ring weapon behind Yan Huangchen split into three rings and began to rotate continuously. As the Huangyan fighter flickered and moved, the three rings turned into mobile turrets, constantly shooting deadly lasers, and almost in one shot, thirty-five deformed fighters fell one after another. Basara dodged the laser rain in a very embarrassed way, and landed on a frigate out of breath.

"Do you think a battleship can protect you? Basara, sing. With the sound of Yan Huangchen, the body of Huang Yan pounced directly, and one after another the battleship guns fired lasers and grazed the fighters, all of which became the foil of the Huang Yan fighters, and the fighters who rushed out of the battleship were shot down by the lasers emitted by the ring as soon as they came up, and the main laser cannon at the bottom of the Huang Yan fighters hit the flame fighters accurately with three or four shots, and Basara turned into fireballs before he could sing a complete sentence at all.

"Mark, I think Dr. Yan's skills seem to have been honed through countless wars, and it is difficult to imagine practicing them by simulation without the test of blood and fire." An unification ace pilot affirmed.

"When I fought with him just now, I could smell the strong smell of blood." Another ace pilot agreed.

"Yan Huangchen, 20 years old, super genius, great scientist in the field of biology, president of the Deep Space Foundation, the youngest richest man in the galaxy, winner of the Human Innovator Medal, the highest honor of the Unification Government, can you add him the title of Deep Space Killer now? How he did his prediction, our actions were exactly what he expected. Hunter, John, what do you think? The ace pilot named Mark asked, and the other two nodded.

Fifty-five minutes passed, and Basara's Flame Fighter was shot down thirty-seven times, the last time even under the protection of the fleet group of Macross 7 that turned into a ball of fire without singing a word. Everyone was stunned by Yan Huangchen's amazing driving skills.

Yan Huangchen clearly felt that the leap in Basara's piloting skills, from being killed in seconds at the beginning, to being able to hold on for more than ten seconds, this is simply an amazing progress, you must know that Yan Huangchen's piloting skills have been honed by millions of doppelgangers in the Star Wars world, and it is difficult to find a perverted pilot like him in this world.

"Hmph." Basara walked out of the simulation chamber with a little annoyance, and turned to leave without saying anything.

"Basara!" Yan Huangchen stopped him and continued, "When you board the plane, remember that there will be countless comrades-in-arms who are entrusting their lives to each other, and don't cause those heroes to die because of your bad technology. From today onwards, I, as a team advisor, ask that you have to fight against me every day, or I will definitely report to the Unification Government to terminate this project. ”

Basara looked at the young human legend in front of him unexpectedly, he just wanted to sing, no matter where he was, but every time this person heard his singing voice, he looked very uncomfortable, and he really thought that this person hated him. Basara looked at Yan Huangchen and said solemnly: "Thank you, I will let you listen to my song well!" ”

"I'm looking forward to that day." Yan Huangchen smiled.

The three ace pilots of the United Army next to them nodded at the same time, they looked at Yan Huangchen's eyes became very soft, from the bottom of their hearts they didn't agree with this almost nonsense test method, driving the fighter plane and singing songs to join the battlefield? Enemies will only respond to you with bullets, missiles, and lasers. Of course, as soldiers, they have to obey orders, and they are also looking forward to what Basara, an eighteen-year-old young man whose driving talent has been filled, will be like under the cultivation of that demon?

The next day, in two hours, Basara was broken eighty-eight times, and not a word was sung.

On the third day, in two hours, Basara was broken eighty-five times without singing a word.

In a month, two hours, Basara was broken fifty times and successfully sang a song.

In six months, two hours, Basara was broken ten times and successfully sang ten songs.

In this way, ten months have passed, and the time has quietly come to the end of 2045, on the top floor of the Deep Space Group Building on the main island, a red-black figure stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with silver-white hair sprinkled on his shoulders, snow-white cheeks with red facial lines, white red pupils are emitting a faint red light, and three mysterious crystal rings emit a red halo around the back, enveloping the entire main island in an instant......