The brief hallucinations are fleeting.

Sue, who once stood on the top of a snowy peak beyond the radiant clouds, knew that beyond the clouds was an endless starry sky, and did not have huge eyes that stretched thousands of kilometers. His spiritual power is as powerful as his perceptual power, and few people have been able to communicate with him directly on the conscious level across the barriers of time and space, at least not among those Su knows so far. This is not just something that can be done with the spiritual strength that overwhelms Su.

But the voice that came from the depths of her instinct constantly reminded Su that what had just happened was probably true.

Su took a deep breath of the icy air, tightened her mountain cloak, and walked slowly but firmly through the snow. He carried Sylvanas in the crook of his arm, almost carrying him as he walked. The teenager could not survive alone in the radiation cloud, and all his body had to be used to protect himself. Medirri followed closely behind Sue, wrapping her arms around him. Su could feel a heavy falling sensation coming from his arm, and knowing that Medirli was also walking with the help of his strength, which made him feel inexplicably relieved.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that on the vast snow-capped mountain, three people who are almost close to each other are slowly moving forward, and the footprints left behind them are hidden by the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.

In the central creature room of the Bloody Council, Dr. Connor showed up as punctually as usual, dressed in his clothes, and sat in the floating car that was already waiting outside the building. The five floating cars floated one by one, and after traveling along the predetermined track for one kilometer, they turned down and entered the underground tunnel, floating silently.

Dr. Connor sits in the center of the floating car, and when the doors close, the light in the cabin dims and a soothing background music begins. He sat comfortably on the soft, wide sofa, his head tilted back slightly, already in a deep sleep. The journey took twenty minutes, which was a rare break for the doctor, who only slept two hours a day. Even in his sleep, even though he was the only one in the carriage, the doctor sat up straight. So that when he gets out of the car, he can appear in the perfect image.

For Dr. Connor, it was the pinnacle of his life's work, and at such a time, he did not want any flaws in his image to leave a point for posterity. At such a historic moment, he is always in the spotlight, and his every move may be recorded and become a precious historical material.

Dr. Connor has been working like this for more than a month, and although his body has undergone many genetic optimizations and enhanced second-order and fourth-order perceptions, the lack of sleep for long periods of time is still a severe test. But compared to the brilliant achievements that are about to be achieved, this little hard work is nothing at all.

The floating car came to a slow stop, and the precise programming made it impossible for the person sitting in the car to feel the slightest undulation. Both inside and out, this car meets the strictest definitions of luxury and comfort. From a purely luxurious point of view, it is unrivaled in the entire Blood Council, and only the Spider Queen's ancient court-carriage can be compared. Dr. Connor was notoriously indulgent in his penchant for power, and he had no desire for power or power, so he could indulge in sensual pleasures. And he has always believed that innovation comes from inspiration, and that pleasant sensory stimulation can obviously bring more inspiration.

A soft bell rang in the carriage, waking the sleeping Doctor, but the Doctor did not move. The door opened silently, and a beautiful woman dressed in an all-suit got into the car, wiped the doctor's cheeks with a hot towel, straightened his shirt, and quietly withdrew. Dr. Connor opened his eyes and stepped out of the car.

The float is parked in a large underground space, and behind the huge power gate at the end of the long corridor is a magnificent underground factory, which is also the www.biquge.info of Dr. Connor's life.

The doctor walked towards the power gate with a tall posture and powerful steps, and when there were still thirty meters left, the power gate that was ten meters high made a slight mechanical sound, and slid open to both sides under the strong push of the hydraulic arm. Behind the Doctor, in addition to a dozen members of his entourage and six heavily armed bodyguards, there were three cameramen, who resisted the camera, filming and recording the Doctor's every move from all angles.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the doctor walked to a row of elevators and walked straight into the middle elevator. The attendants and bodyguards were divided into elevators on either side, and most remained on the ground. Only the three videographers all squeezed into the doctor's elevator.

The elevator rose rapidly, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass on the other side, you could see that there was a huge space up to 100 meters high, and rows of honeycomb-like cultivation rooms embedded in the cave wall. In front of the rapidly rising elevator, countless cultivation rooms rushed to the face, which was very shocking!

The elevator went straight to the highest central control platform, and the doctor walked out of the elevator, scanned his identity at the door, walked into the magnificent central control room, and came to the control platform of the main control computer.

In front of Connor was the controller of the main control computer. Although it was only a terminal, it was composed of a metal cylinder with a diameter of nearly ten meters, dozens of light screens lined up in front of the doctor, and a wide control platform that could be operated by six people at the same time: it would take at least six people to keep it running.

The beautiful female assistant had already walked over and handed the doctor the paper board in her hand, with a few neat printed forms sandwiched on it. The doctor took it, looked at it, asked a few questions, and quickly signed his name on it. The doctor's signature is smooth and full of tension, like a beautiful work of art. The signature was indeed designed by a famous painter and practiced for a whole month. Since then, the Ph.D. has changed the process of its subordinate institutions, changing some documents that originally required electronic signatures to be signed by hand.

Hundreds of years later, these texts may be stored in museums as precious relics...... Every time he signed, Dr. Connor couldn't hold back the thought.

"How many mature bodies are there in the first batch?" Connor asked, his hands stroking quickly on the touch-pad. As he moved, the images on dozens of light screens began to switch rapidly.

The videographers were amazed at the speed of Dr. Connor's thinking, but that was a few weeks ago. No matter how shocking things are, if they happen every day, it will not be surprising. These videographers had been filming Dr. Connor for a whole month, and they saw scenes like this every day.

The young, beautiful, and temperamental female assistant quickly flipped through the record form in her hand, and then replied in a pleasant voice: "The first batch of seven mature individuals will be completed today, and the specific time will be one hour and fifteen minutes later." ”

"yes, okay." The Doctor's current style is to be concise and frightening, after all, someone is filming nearby.

An hour and fifteen minutes later, the doctor pressed the switch punctually.

Through the glass of the central control room, it can be seen that the robotic arm pushes the seven cultivation chambers out and sends them into the enclosed real yàn room. With a series of elaborate resuscitation rituals, the heavy door of the culture room slowly opened, and the culture liquid poured out and flowed out of the ditch on the ground. When the culture liquid ran out, a total of seven people, five men and two women, walked out of the culture room, walked to the real platform at the other end of the room according to the order, and lay down on a real platform. Then an orange mask is generated on the stage and they are covered in it.

The number jù on the seven-sided light screen in front of the doctor began to flash rapidly, and the number of body scans of the mature body was constantly teleported. Each light screen has a human body, surrounded by five sets of icons, representing the abilities of the five major ability domains. As the scan progressed, dozens of beams of light representing the capabilities of the mature body continued to be generated, and they became higher and higher. One by one, the red lines representing key indicators were broken through by pillars of light. With each red thread, an uncontrollable smile appeared on the Doctor's face. Every time a red line is breached, it represents a new level of maturity.

Ten minutes later, the last pillar of blue light barely broke through the seventh red line, and finally came to a standstill.

"Report the results." Dr. Connor's voice was calm and deep, though he had already seen the results himself.

The female assistant's statistics took a full three minutes, after all, in addition to her outstanding appearance and figure, her ability in other aspects was lackluster, but it was still a very pleasant thing to listen to her voice: "The results of the mature body scan, there are one seventh-order ability, one sixth-order ability, and the rest are all fifth-order ability. The deviation between the ability distribution and the predetermined target is within 20, the biological structure is stable, and the life expectancy is five years. The main indicators have reached the predetermined targets. ”

Dr. Connor turned around, smiled, and said, "So, I've succeeded!" I, Connor, have a new electorate! ”

At this moment, the flash lights lit up, freezing Dr. Connor in front of the stage.

It's been a long time since Connor has been back to the central room. In these days of nurturing the first voters, his life was a two-point line, shuttling between the nurturing plant and his home. In order to have a better rest, he never returned to the dormitory in the central room. It was so shabby that it would not only affect the quality of sleep, but also the historical image of the Doctor.

Compared with the glamorous doctor, the middle-aged male assistant is like an abandoned beggar, nesting in a cluttered office all day long, desperately researching. In the past, Dr. Connor could always be seen around him, but now videographers only photograph young female assistants who are comparable to supermodels. This middle-aged male assistant has a strong background in biochemical research, and has the potential of a workaholic and a science maniac, which is an indispensable aid to Dr. Connor's research. But his shortcomings are also obvious, such as his unsightly, unspoken, and unkempt. These are trivial details that have nothing to do with research, but at this moment in history, they seem so glaring. So Dr. Connor didn't take him with him.

Perhaps the doctor still has a small idea in his heart, and he doesn't want this assistant to share his aura. Although it is known that Dr. Connor is the person in charge of the real room, in historical documents, if it is written 'Connor and', it is always not as pleasing to the eye as the pure Dr. Connor.

The male assistant was middle-aged, and he would have been a little resentful in the past, but now, he had nothing but gratitude to Dr. Connor. He's been in the office for more than ten days, and only takes a nap when he can't stand it. Then he rolled over and continued to stare at the light screen in front of him with red eyes, his hands moving frantically on the touch keyboard.

On the light screen, you can see that the gene lock has been unlocked for a small time, and it is still slowly unlocking, tens of thousands of gene fragments are released, and if they are scattered like stars, they will be combined from time to time to form new gene fragments. But when the newly formed gene fragments disintegrate, dozens of entirely new gene segments are formed. At every moment, the aggregation and recombination of gene fragments takes place, and if you consider the possibility of tens of thousands of gene fragments combined, it will get an astronomical number that is overwhelming. And the genes that have not been unlocked still seem to have no end!

There are countless points of light on the small personal light screen, and each point of light means a lot of computing work for the male assistant. How many of these points of light are too numerous to count? In the face of a huge number of jobs, dozens of jobs that he couldn't complete in a few lifetimes, he felt great happiness!

Countless fragments of genes, those wandering stars, constituted a beautiful new world before his eyes. He knew that in that world there was a hidden door, and the road behind it led not to the elect, but to the apostles!

The top of the assistant's bald head was already covered with a thick oily glow, and the bloodshot in his eyes blurred his vision. But in front of this world of fatal temptation, he was unwilling to rest. God, even a second of rest will miss hundreds or thousands of combinations of genetic fragments, how can he sleep?

The assistant took a stimulant from a drawer and stabbed it into his arm. After a few moments, his face flushed unnaturally, and he crouched in front of the light screen and began to work frantically.

He didn't want to leave his name on the milestones of human history like Dr. Connor, and even thought about his name for a long time in the midst of crazy research, but he also had his own ambitions and dreams.

He wanted to touch the apostles, he wanted to touch the world of the gods.

He firmly believes that behind the endless stars is the kingdom of the gods!

Everyone has dreams, or has ever had dreams. Most people's dreams fade over time, but a few pursue them persistently. Most of them are doomed to tragedy, and only a very few who are both lucky and wise will succeed. In this new era of turmoil, the proportion of people moving towards tragedy is increasing.

In the eyes of many, Helen is undoubtedly a person with dreams of her own, although her dreams may not be as grand and ambitious as those of Dr. Connor and his assistants. But under the same sky, Helen at this moment does not look like a person with dreams at all. She was dressed in casual clothes, her blonde hair was haphazardly tied back her head, and she held a large bag of bread in her arms, strolling casually under the gray sky of Dragon City.