Van silently walked through the empty corridor, his expressionless eyes flashing with an unknown light, and he skillfully and gently pushed open the door in front of him, behind which was an empty and huge room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He habitually walked to a workbench and stood still, and subconsciously picked up a bullet on the table.

At this time, he suddenly stumbled slightly, covering his forehead with one hand and supporting the desk with the other, and a strong feeling of dizziness came without warning.

The after-effects of absorbing Pure One have reappeared.

Countless fragments of images squeezed into his mind like pins, and Van closed his eyes in agony, slowly slumping down on his seat. These were all fragments of his lost memories, whether he cared about them or not.

A chaotic crowd of memories crowds Fan's brain, and Fan painstakingly tries to sort out their logic and order, so one of them catches Fan's attention.

Inside the blazing armored car, an alien zerg resembling a skinning dog was staring at him closely, the prototype, which was the Angel of Death A-13 after the nuclear explosion.

This scene has been seen before, but the difference is that this part of the memory is much earlier than the last time. The shape of the prototype is still so peculiar, but what attracts all the attention of Fan is its pair of eyes that seem to see through everything, without joy or sorrow.

Then the prototype opened its mouth slightly, and uttered a clear human language, yes, in terms of articulation and pronunciation, it was quite standard human language.

"No matter how I dodge, human, we still meet after all, and fate is indeed a wonderful thing...... It's amazing and disgusting to me. The prototype muttered under its breath.

"But Mother, what's the point? Under the fate of the great destruction, we are all insignificant, and whether we are human beings, it will be difficult to escape from the road of self-destruction. Mother, I don't know what you're thinking, but if he is really the native chosen by fate, I can pay with my own life for it, but can we really fight against the future of the third dimension's destruction? The prototype looked up to the sky, not knowing what it was thinking. For a moment it lowered its head, its eyes straight at the unconscious Van van.

"Humanity is a wonderful species, and perhaps you do not know what kind of potential you have, and in some ways you are so perfect that we are jealous. For example, in your journey to complete your destiny, you will definitely awaken this memory that you don't know, which also means the real beginning of the completion plan. If that day comes, don't refuse the rich gifts that fate has given you, for in the broader picture, you and we are just pathetic caged beasts. ”

"You will see my other brothers, poor creatures who have also been chosen by fate. Since I can't escape fate, neither can they. Before you really recognize yourself, I want you to remember one sentence, whether you believe it or not, never trust your mother easily, always. ”

Then there was the familiar picture of memory, and countless flesh buds frantically engulfed it.

The image came to an abrupt end, the dizziness was gone, as were the fragments of those memories. Van sat in his chair dumbfounded, a thick fog lingering in his heart, the archetype, the protospecies, the completion plan, these things that he had never heard of before, appeared more and more frequently in Van life, and at the same time, there was the word fate.

Fan, who groped his way forward in the thick fog, whenever he thought that the truth was right in front of him, fate would suddenly bring him more unknowns.

It was as if there was an invisible net that caught him, and he was the poor insect in this great web, and even he did not know when he fell into it, and as for the person who compiled this great net, he could not think of any other possibility except for the thing called "Mother" to which everything was faintly pointing.

But what is a mother? How could he become the so-called chosen person of fate? The more he knew, the more confusion he had, or a heavier thought, why did the Zerg choose Earth? Is it all just a coincidence?

Together, Shield, and Orich possess a living prototype, which Van learned immediately after injecting the modifier known as Pure One.

As for how he knows? There is no reason that needs to be explained, just as a newborn knows to breastfeed from birth, this is called instinct.

The effect of Pure One is remarkable, the pure blood taken from the real prototype is naturally far more than the clones, after absorbing this transformation liquid full of various elements, Fan's various physical qualities, including the control range of the second consciousness, have been greatly improved, and the entire improvement is close to seventy percent of his previous overall ability! In other words, the current Brahma can easily defeat his former self, and the process of transformation only takes half a month.

However, the toxicity of Pure One is also violent, and even Brahma has to spend a lot of time metabolizing and absorbing these poisons, and if it were someone else, he would definitely be poisoned to death in the first place.

The huge increase in strength did not bring any joy to Fan, on the contrary, he was much more worried than the rapid improvement of his strength.

No matter where the foggy fate leads, he is facing a big crisis right now. The prototype technology was in the hands of the Caroline family, led by the Grand Duke Caroline, and the other families were only his vassals.

Sheld's achievements in the research and development of mutant genes are beyond Fan's expectations, but Caroline will never allow other families to have core mutant technology, otherwise Oric doesn't need to hide this so deliberately, in just half a month, the researchers have changed three batches, and their whereabouts don't need to guess at all, human life is the most worthless thing in the last days.

Since Orić dared to develop this technology, it at least proved that he was ready to bear Caroline's wrath when he was discovered, and when everything was revealed, what would be the fate of Van as the subject of their experiment?

And he clearly felt that there was definitely something wrong with the way Orić looked at him, that is, in addition to being complex and gloomy, there was also a trace of greed that was deeply hidden.

Orich's man is definitely a scheming man, in contrast to his youthful appearance, and his appearance in the Frontier is so unusual that Van would never believe that it was all just an accident.

Thinking deeper, Van even wondered if his appearance in the imperial wilderness, and the bizarre things and characters he saw and encountered, were also arranged in the early morning? The key that the veteran gave him to take out the purple source blood before he died had been bothering him, and it was obviously just an arrangement that someone had made for him in the morning.

But who can accurately predict the trajectory of his movements? Or is it really all just fate to blame? Van didn't believe it, he didn't believe that fate said that there must be some unknown force manipulating all this, but he was still too weak to touch this force.

When he thinks of the opponents he may need to face in the future, not to mention that his strength will increase by seventy percent in the short term, even if it is increased by two times, it is not worth him to be happy about.

In the world of ordinary people, he may be so powerful that he is almost invincible, but in the realm of transforming people, he is still too weak.

Powerful, imminent powerful, instinctive warnings made him unusually irritable.

Airplanes...... An irritating voice came from another compartment at this time, and Van slowly filled the bullet in his hand into the wild elephant and raised his hand.

Rumble!

The bullet left a bizarre bullet mark in the air, bypassing a wide wall and carving a deep pit into the hard wall, which was a flying unnamed insect.

Arc ballistics. (To be continued.) )