It's like a dream come true.

Looking at the boundless cultivation tank, Su's face turned pale, and the severe headache almost made him unable to think. The world in the dream is breaking through the blockade of consciousness and wants to surface, but the process is so painful that what finally unfolds in front of Sue's eyes is a fragmented picture. But it's enough, enough to sketch out the rudiments of a world.

Su took a step forward, but his weak legs could barely support his body, and he stumbled before he regained his footing. He steadied himself and walked slowly to the nearest cultivation tank.

This is a standard culture tank with a diameter of 200 cm and a height of 350 cm, enclosed by tempered glass, and the upper end is directly connected to the ceiling. There is a thick layer of dust on the outside of the tempered glass, and the dust has been condensed and hardened, and it is impossible to see what is inside, such a thick dust, it seems that it has experienced at least a few decades. Su stretched out his hand to wipe the dust off the surface of the tempered glass, and could see that the original solution inside had dried up, and a thick layer of nutrients had condensed in the culture tank. There is also a puppy-sized cultivated creature in the nutrient, which is still in its juvenile body and has not yet fully generated its sensory organs. It lay on the glass wall, seemingly struggling to get out, and one of its front paws even scratched at the tempered glass, but it failed to escape the cage and was trapped here, a dried corpse.

Su gently tapped the tempered glass, already knowing its thickness and strength from the shock. Its hardness is greater than that of alloy steel, but it is scratched by immature cultures that are not very large. In addition to the innate terrifying power of the cultivation body, I am afraid that it is more of the tremendous power that bursts out in a desperate situation. Looking at its final posture, Sue could imagine how desperate it was at that time.

The nutrients precipitated in the culture tank had turned into dark black lumps, but at the moment of perceiving it, the extremely familiar ingredients had already let Su know that the culture liquid in the tank should be dark green under normal conditions.

Looking at the immature body that was still in a dying posture, Su suddenly thought that when its eyes were developed and opened for the first time, it should be the turquoise world.

The qiē is exactly the same as in the dream, and even the composition of the culture liquid is recalled.

No, it's still a little different. All Su saw was the real yàn platform and a large number of real people, and in the dream, there was no storage of the cultivation tank in his sight. And here, no matter which angle you look at, it is an endless culture tank. In this dark and dignified space, there are tens of thousands of dried cultivation tanks.

Su lowered his head and saw a metal instruction sign erected under the culture tank. He crouched down, dusted the instructions from them, and read them carefully. At the top of the board is a name engraved in cryptic letters, and below is a description in Federal. Seeing the name, Sue, who didn't know the language, whispered: "Holquila......"

Holquila is the name of a biochemical weapon, it is medium in size, suitable for action in high gravity or medium gravity environment, extremely agile, powerful, hand-to-hand combat as the main mode of combat, low combat effectiveness. The main reason why it can become a stereotyped biological weapon is that it is highly adaptable to the environment, has high fecundity, and requires almost no supplies. In other words, you can cultivate a large number of Holquila in any environment, and then throw it on the battlefield to kill the opponent by numbers. In the system of biological weapons, Holquila is a typical cannon fodder breed, which can only be used against lower civilizations. Holquila's body size is as follows...... The number of key indicators is as follows...... The genetic profile is as follows......

Much of the above information is not from the caption under the sign, but rather from the information that Sue naturally received when she pronounced the word Holquila. This information does not pass through any way, and is projected directly into Sue's consciousness. This is a huge amount of information, including tens of thousands of key numbers jù and a complete three-dimensional genetic map. With the right equipment, Sue can use this to create a complete version of Holquila.

This information was not something that Sue already knew, but rather the information carried by the word Holquila itself, written in the mysterious language. As long as Sue pronounces the word in the right way, the information will automatically be perceived by his consciousness. But how easy is it to pronounce the word?

Su unconsciously pronounced this word just now, but when he thought about it at this moment, he found that 80 of the 100 wisdom centers and nearly 300 computing centers were used at that time, and the vocal organs emitted hundreds of syllables at the same time under the cell-level control technology, and then superimposed mental fluctuations of a specific frequency. In short, it is by no means a language that humans can read.

The explanatory paragraph, written in the old Federal, is only a few hundred words, and contains information mainly about when the cultivation began, key time nodes, and the type and model of the nutrient injection, etc., which is negligible compared to the word Holquila.

Above the explanatory text of human language is the name of another language, which is indescribably weird. Su believed that, at least in the old days, no one should have been able to read or even recognize the language.

So how did it end up here, and, why did Sue recognize the language?

Su raised his head, and his pervasive perception touched the 'Holquila' in the cultivation tank again. After a few minutes of perception, Su found that the cultivation tank was not the real Holquila, according to the information contained in the mysterious language, even after the cultivation of the incomplete body in the cultivation tank matured, it only had one-tenth of the strength of the real Holquila, one-third of the speed, and the energy consumption was three times more, the food utilization transformation efficiency was only one-fifth, the maturity cycle was as long as three months, and the edible range was much smaller. All in all, the incomplete body in the culture tank is not even a mutilated version of Holquera. Su also discovered that the remaining fragments of the gene were essentially very different from the genetic maps provided by the mysterious language, and that they were two different creatures altogether, just somewhat similar in appearance.

The creatures in the cultivation tank can only be regarded as okay biological weapons now, and their comprehensive power is much stronger than that of lions and tigers, but a fully armed third-order dragoon private can completely deal with several. The real Holquila, on the other hand, could overturn a dozen dragoon privates in a matter of minutes. But in the accounts of the mysterious language, Holquila is only a consumable to deal with the lower civilizations!

If the message of the word qiē Holquila is true, then who engraved it here? From the outside alone, the word Holquila looks like a dense and intricate pattern of patterns, not like the abstract language that humans usually think. But it is engraved on the explanation board, and it is certainly not used as a decoration.

Holquila, the word is more than three-dimensional: the depth and volume of its pattern also represent a meaning, and above all, it also requires multiple syllables and mental fluctuations. As a result, the possibilities of combinability increase exponentially, and the amount of information contained is beyond human imagination. The word on the explanation board was only accurately engraved in three dimensions, and when Su read it, he added syllables by himself, but he was missing the mental fluctuations that should have come with the text. If there were mental fluctuations, then Su knew that the information he got would also include Holquila's concoction.

Call! Su let out a heavy sigh and slowly stood up. He didn't think about it further, but specially mobilized several wisdom centers and threw this matter to them to deal with, which was somewhat similar to the background processing of the brain brain. Su himself walked to the next culture tank, repeating the steps of wiping off the dust, looking inside, and reading the instructions.

A small fraction of the tank is empty, about two-thirds are immature in all kinds, and the rest are mature complete. There are so many strange species in the culture tank that almost every monster imaginable by humans can find samples here. Almost all mature subjects die in despair and struggle, and even after becoming a dried corpse, the endless pain before death can be seen at a glance.

On the metal wall under the culture tank, the instructions for the use of the culture tank are engraved. From these instructions, Su knew what kind of process the creatures in the culture tank had undergone.

After the energy supply is cut off, the culture medium will gradually become cloudy, the nutrients will gradually become thinner, and more importantly, the oxygen content will decrease rapidly. Creatures in the tank are subjected to a ten-fold prolonged process of suffocation and a correspondingly shortened starvation process, and they are hit with double pain. The tank is very sturdy, the tempered glass can withstand direct rifle fire at close range, and the safety device automatically locks when the energy is cut off to prevent accidents. Therefore, after the power supply is cut off, or in the event of an accident, the culture tank that was supposed to give birth to life becomes a tomb buried alive.

Unforeseen circumstances...... Su smiled vaguely wryly.

All cultivated biochemical weapons are extremely dangerous, and those monsters that have been mixed with various functions can be said to have untested real combat effectiveness, but in these cultivation tanks, there are indeed truly mature biochemical weapons, Holquila. Although it is only a broken version, once it is allowed to escape, it can still become a disaster for the humans of the old era. Unlike the so-called biochemical weapons created by humans, Horquila used in low-level environments is capable of sustained combat capability and numerical superiority. In difficult environments, it can reproduce asexually to produce offspring. In other words, if only one escapes, in a few decades, humanity will face thousands of ferocious and abnormal biochemical beasts. If it is the full version of Holquila, then in a few years there may be no other species left on the planet.

Therefore, once the accident happens, the first choice of human reason is to destroy the biochemical species in the cultivation.

"Everybody does it, right?" Sue thought. But if it were him, he wouldn't do it. The problem is, Sue is not human.

Su walked through the culture tank at a constant pace, as if he were wandering through the long river of biological evolutionary history, almost forgetting his time and his own purpose. The cultivation tanks in the cultivation hall are arranged in a 100*100 arrangement, and there are 10,000 cultivation tanks! When needed, this real yàn base can be fully transformed into a base for the mass production of biological and chemical weapons.

In addition to a dozen Holquila, Sue found only another creature marked with mysterious text in the ten thousand cultivation tanks, Reguna. Reguna is a quarter less in length than Holquila and contains much less information accordingly. It is a small flying creature that can adapt to various environments, and has energy propulsion and anti-gravity organs, can operate in an environment of 12 strong winds and minus 100 degrees, and can fly at full speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour, cruising at 200 kilometers, and can continue to fly for 48 hours. One meal can sustain activity consumption for about a month. It has up to eleven sensory organs, and can memorize perceived information in a specialized storage brain. Even if you die, as long as you get the brain, you can recover these memories. Its attack is a poisonous needle that can shoot twenty meters away from its tail, and mouthparts that can secrete neurotoxins. In terms of use, Reguna is mainly used as a lowest-tier scout, but it can also be used as a main weapon when facing lower civilizations.

Reguna and Holquila are also crippled versions of the tank. It has no energy propulsion or anti-gravity organs on its body, and its wings are enlarged. This was a natural choice, Reguna's flight power mainly came from energy propulsion and anti-gravity, and the wings were only used to assist in changing direction, and the original size could not support its one-meter-long body. However, the energy consumption of the wings is much greater than the energy propulsion, so the speed and endurance of the crippled version of Reguna have been greatly reduced, and the multiple sensory organs are still there, but the brain storage is gone. Reguna was no longer the core organ of the scout, and it was transformed from a scout into a warrior. Despite this, Sue's Intelligence Center analysis showed that the shrunken Reguna was still more powerful than most of the inexplicable cyborg beasts in this hall.

Silently jotting down the word Reguna, Sue was tantamount to mastering the mysteries of this biochemical weapon. This is not what he wants, although mastering these two biochemical weapons is equivalent to mastering a biochemical army that can be infinitely replenished and quickly formed, but Su has no interest in ruling the world, let alone ruling a completely lifeless planet.

Biochemical weapons have no soul, and even if they are surrounded by more biochemical weapons, they are still lonely.

Although Su does not yet know the exact mode of existence of the soul, he believes that the soul is truly existing.

Walking out of the cultivation hall, passing through the long passage, and descending ten meters further, Su entered a deeper layer of the base. In front of him, there was an extremely heavy alloy door, and the red warning text next to the door was still eye-catching even after decades: "Automatic warning area, extremely dangerous, only accessible to those with clearance above level seven!" ”

Next to the alloy door, there are rows of identity verification tools, judging from appearance, from iris to fingerprint to DNA detection. However, due to the loss of electricity, these state-of-the-art facilities of the old era are now furnished. Without the assistance of hydraulic power, the tonnage alloy heavy door in front of him is insurmountable for human beings, but for Su, metal things are no longer obstacles.

He sensed the composition of the alloy gate, and the wisdom center calculated with all its might, and ten minutes later, a new targeted acid was secreted in his body. This is a feature that was not available yesterday, but after getting the information of Holquila and Reguna, Sue has something to learn from.

A misty cloud of acid was sprayed onto the alloy door, and even though a large white mist appeared on the surface of the metal, it was as if it was boiling, constantly bulging bubbles from the inside!

The bubbles burst one after another, releasing more white mist, and the metal door began to dent accordingly. After waiting for a while, Sue sprayed another sour mist on the door. What had been a somewhat slowed rate of corrosion quickly became normal. Sue stared at the deeper and deeper holes in the alloy door, spewing out a puff of acid mist every once in a while. The numbers collected by perception and vision are continuously aggregated and sent to the assigned wisdom center, where the timing and amount of the next acid mist spray are calculated and analyzed. So Su doesn't actually have to think about anything now, when the time comes, he will naturally spew out the right amount of acid mist.

Not long ago, Su was not used to this kind of multi-line thinking model similar to the intelligent brain, but now it is much more natural. Now he often thinks about several things at once, which is not the usual way of thinking in humans.

The one-meter-thick alloy door was finally pierced by acid mist, exactly as Su had expected. He slipped through the hole in the door and stood in what he called "an area of extreme danger".

In this area, automatic weapon platforms hang from the corners of each passage, ready to attack intruders without permission. Not far in front of Su, an armed plane was quietly embedded in a recess in the wall. It has a simple structure and powerful firepower, which is the most headache type in actual combat. But now, it can only stay there quietly, and all the energy has been depleted.

As he walked along the passage, Su suddenly remembered a thought, "Aren't they afraid that the artificial intelligence that controls these automatic weapon platforms will generate real wisdom and rise up to rebel?" ”

This anguish clearly belongs to those who are already dead. But Su didn't come up with this idea out of thin air, and now Su has partially remembered the dream, and also remembered many things that may have nothing to do with the dream. These memories are like extremely messy ========

The paintings, not only are not related to each other, but also are meaningless mottled blocks of color within each painting. But Su knew that every sudden thought that appeared now had a reason, but he didn't know it now.

Su stood in front of an automatic door and looked up at the already vague handwriting on the door: "Third Super Subject Culture Room." ”

After hesitating for a moment, Su Cai put his hand on the automatic door, and with a shock, the automatic door frame was shaken off the wall. The consumption of secreted acid is too great, and it is only necessary to use it when dealing with a giant gate that is one meter thick.

Walking into the super test subject culture room, Sue's mind suddenly roared, and the whole world shook! His face turned pale, and he took a few steps back, only to stabilize his body until his back hit the aluminum alloy shelf by the wall.

Su closed his eyes, and the qiē and the dream he had just seen coincided at this moment, and for a while, he didn't know if it was a dream or a real C