Connor clapped his hands, and the gate on one side of the demo hall slowly rose, and seven voters lined up and walked out from behind the door. They have a peculiar body shape, and their upper body is particularly broad, especially the right shoulder, which is twice as thick as normal, and is covered with a thick exoskeleton. They also have anti-articular legs, and their right arm is twice as thick as normal. As soon as these voters appeared, researchers took the information that had been prepared for a long time and sent it to Bebraz and Haydn.

This group of strangely sized electors has a Tier 7 Local Defense Boost, a Tier 5 Strength, and a Tier 5 weapon handling ability, and has been emotionally castrated with reference to the Calamity Scorpion's technology, weakening pain perception and enhancing perception. This is a group of monsters made specifically for war, and it is obviously used in conjunction with the heavy sniper that has just been realized.

Bebraz put aside the information in his hand and said slowly like an old man: "That gun just now was specially used for these people, right?" ”

The critical time has come.

Dr. Connor stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice, "This gun and these voters are designed and specially made, so to speak. These specially made voters, with this specially made gun, can pose a lethal threat to ninth-order abilities within five hundred meters. If the seven of them cooperate to form a barrage, then they can threaten any ninth-order ability within a kilometer. And they use the latest emotional control technology from the Calamity Scorpion, they are not afraid of death, heroic, and absolutely obedient to orders! Even if they are asked to commit suicide, they will be executed immediately. And most importantly, these voters are mass-produced! Because only specific abilities need to be generated, and only locally fortified, they cost much less than previous voters. The resources consumed to cultivate a seventh-order ability can produce eleven such voters. Your Excellency the Speaker, Lord Haydn, this means that we finally have enough power to counterbalance the ninth-order powerhouses. In the council, no, in the entire continent, there are very few ninth-order abilities, and the electorate can make it infinitely! I believe that Your Excellency, the Speaker, who has an army of voters, will become the true lord of the world in the Doomsday War! ”

"Lord of the World?" Bebraz repeated it in a low voice, the muscles of his face twitching a few times, and a thoughtful smile appeared.

Haydn looked up at the sky, not looking at anyone in the presentation hall at all, as the golden pupil crossed the transparent glass curtain wall at the top half of the hall and landed on the computing hub in another space. Like a huge crystal column, the computing center is constantly shining with various lights. Haydn seemed more interested in the lights, paying less attention to the seven specially crafted voters with special snipers. In the demonstration just now, the Electorate is a deadly threat to the Ninth Order Abilities when equipped with heavy snipers, and the seven specially made Voters with heavy snipers are only twenty meters away from Bebraz. No one objected, and I didn't know if I really believed Dr. Connor's claim that they could be completely sued.

Bebraz groaned, his gaze constantly scanning the seven specially crafted voters. With each passing second, the waiting Dr. Connor had more beads of sweat on his forehead.

Just when Dr. Connor could barely stand the wait, Bebraz finally spoke: "Infinite mass production? It's a good idea, I like it. ”

Dr. Connor's face froze slightly, but then his face was filled with ecstasy.

Bebraz leaned back, looked at Haydn, and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Haydn said a little absent-mindedly: "Unlimited mass production is of course good, but it seems that there are still prerequisites." Moreover, these monsters are nowhere near as good as he says, they are just shoddy products that cut corners. I don't think a voter who has lived less than a month will do us any good. With these resources, it is better to concoct a complete version of the Seventh Tier Electorate. ”

"A month?!" Connor screamed, and even in the face of Haydn, he looked out of shape. This is simple, because Haydn's assessment is basically equivalent to a death sentence for the entire program.

"After the No. 3 plan is thoroughly perfected, the life of special voters will be up to five years! Even in their current state of incomplete development, their lives will be a year and a half! In a year and a half, an army that can confront a ninth-order ability is enough to change the tide of the war! Dr. Connor said categorically that he could no longer care about Haydon's position and threat.

Haydn chuckled lightly, "I admit you're right, that such an army could decide the outcome of the war, if, Dr. Connor, you provide a constituent person who meets the standard of information." But unfortunately, these things standing in front of us don't seem to be even defective! ”

As he spoke, Haydn reached out and grabbed the pistol in the air with one of the guards' waists. The teenager didn't aim at all, casually pointed at a specially made voter, and fired three shots in a row! The voter immediately had three more bullet holes in his upper body, lined up in an inverted triangle, and blood kept gushing out. Three shots hit the fortified shoulder armor in one shot, another in the left chest, and the third shot made a bullet hole in the abdomen.

This is a typical new-age pistol, known for its high accuracy, high rate of fire, and large ammunition load, but it is not too powerful, and it is not as powerful as the old Magnum. Those with fourth-order defensive abilities can effectively resist, and fifth-order defenders will suffer minor injuries even if they are shot at close range. Haydn shot these three shots, and it was immediately obvious that this specially made electorate only had a defense of about the fourth order, which was not at all the seventh order as Dr. Connor said!

The fact that the specially crafted voters did not dodge at all and did not have painful expressions shows that the emotional and pain control system was successful. But the blood is constantly pouring out of the bullet holes, faster and faster, and there is no sign of stopping at all. And after a while, even small tissue particles began to appear from the blood!

Bebraz's brows furrowed slightly. As the blood flow accelerated, the bodies of the specially made electors began to shake, and Connor's face turned pale. As an authority in the field of biological genes, how could he not see what was happening? Inside the body of this specially crafted voter, the genes are completely disintegrating at an alarming rate!

With a thud, the huge bodies of the electorate fell to the ground.

Haydn dropped his pistol on the ground and said in a demonic tone, "A mere fourth-order defense, and a few small bullet holes that can cause genetic disintegration, is this the result of the unprecedentedly expensive Project Three?" Dr. Connor, your sense of humor is admirable, but today is May 11th, not April 1st. Let's see what you really do! ”

Dr. Connor's face changed rapidly, and his round eyes were bloodshot. He didn't even hear Haydn's words, and threw himself on the dying voters, tearing his clothes frantically while yelling: "This can't be! When pigs fly!! ”

After tearing his clothes, the doctor realized that he could not deal with the body of the voter, so he jumped up again, snatched a dagger from the guard, and disregarded the blood stain, and dissected the chest cavity of the specially made voter with all his might! When the chest cavity was opened, a thick stream of plasma spurted out, splashing Dr. Connor's head and face! The plasma was mixed with a large amount of finely crushed internal organs, and all the organs in the elect's body were now reduced to a thick mixture of blood, minced flesh and bodily fluids.

Seeing this scene, Dr. Connor's body gradually trembled, he jumped up suddenly, rushed to the middle-aged male assistant who had been standing calmly in the corner, grabbed his collar fiercely, and roared hysterically: "What's going on! What about the material? Where did the materials go? I asked you to use half of the materials on them, but why didn't you have any of them!? ”

But this time, the assistant, who is usually respectful to the doctor and will strictly carry out every order of the doctor, is particularly cold. He grabbed Connor's hands, pulled them away with the Doctor's unstoppable strength, and gave him a push, causing Connor to stagger back a few steps. Connor was taken aback, as if he had suddenly changed into a man's assistant.

The assistant straightened up his slightly wrinkled suit and said in an extremely indifferent voice, "I'm sorry, Dr. Connor, I can't carry out your orders because the materials have all been used up. ”

"Impossible! I remember 6 more materials! Where have they gone? Dr. Connor said through gritted teeth, his face almost distorted.

The assistant looked at him coldly, as if at a dead man, and said, "I'm sorry, doctor, but I think you know better than I know that material is not reproducible. Such precious material should not be used on a completely immature Project Three. Any claim of mass production is a complete lie when more materials cannot be obtained! So, for the sake of the Council, I cannot allow myself to be an accomplice to your fraud. All of the materials I used on the Apostle III test subject. ”

"Apostle III?" Dr. Connor repeated it several times before he suddenly remembered something and roared, "You bastard! Do you dare to touch those three super voters? I'll kill you!! ”

Connor grabbed the bloody dagger and lunged at his assistant, but he only took one step and could no longer move forward for half a minute, and involuntarily rose off the ground and floated in mid-air.

Haydn didn't make any moves, but everyone knew that the 'Void Cage' that trapped Connor in mid-air was his unique eighth-order spell ability. Haydn smiled and asked, "Can I interject a question?" What is a material? ”

The assistant bowed respectfully to Haydn and said, "The material refers to the genetic material extracted from Sue's body tissue sample, which contains an unusually complex genetic lock, far beyond our current state of technology. After the initial phase of breaking the genetic lock, the information gained from it helped us complete the first phase of the 'Garden of Eden' project, from which all previous voters were the product. Unfortunately, the material is limited and cannot be reproduced. In the foreseeable future, there is no chance that the zài will be replicated successfully. ”C