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The universe is immense.

The Plane of Light is just a corner of a corner, a tiny speck of dust.

I don't know how many light-years away from the light plane, there is also a plane that is quietly developing.

Aesop plane.

Ilampu National Research Centre for Life Evolution and Genetic Sciences.

This research center is located on the second administrative star of the Alliance, a unit that looks like an ordinary unit on the outside. In fact, it is a diversified large-scale scientific research center integrating scientific research, life, consumption and entertainment.

5 a.m.

As soon as the star rose from the ground, Zhonghai City had already ushered in the dawn.

Under the morning light, the solar energy station in the center of the city is like a layer of colorful light, exuding a dreamlike brilliance. This is the heart of a modern city, the source of all energy.

Research Institute, Living Area, Entertainment Area...... Like different organs, scattered around the energy station, the criss-crossing suspended tracks glow with a mechanical cold light, connecting them like blood vessels, and from a distance, the traffic flows like water, flowing endlessly.

At this moment, in the flow of water, in a fully autonomous taxi, a young man with glasses, ordinary appearance, and ordinary appearance is yawning sleepily.

His name is Liu Peng, who specializes in genetic analysis and gene stripping and introduction, and is a very inconspicuous researcher at the Ilampu National Research Center for Life and Genetic Sciences.

Outside the car window, a huge holographic projection advertising area is rotating advertisements, one moment is an advertisement for health care products, one moment is an advertisement for a virtual game warehouse, and another is an advertisement for daily necessities.

The sound of the music and words of the advertisement passed into the car through the car window, like a lullaby, and the more Liu Peng listened to it, the more sleepy he became, and he could hardly even open his eyes.

Suddenly.

A cute synthesized electronic voice rang in his ears: "Guest, your breakfast has arrived." ”

When Liu Peng opened his eyes, he saw a small flying robot in the shape of a cartoon floating outside the car window with a breakfast bag, blinking at him with big electronic eyes.

Even though he knew that it was a program setting, he still felt a little better.

"Less than five minutes after placing the order, the takeaway from the research center was still as good as ever. He rubbed the flying robot's sleek head in a good mood, swiped the code to remove the breakfast bag, and clicked the evaluation button on its chest, giving it a five-star review.

The breakfast he ordered was milk and cake. Cakes are made by standard baking robots according to the program, and the milk is also synthesized according to the general recipe, and the taste is the same, although it is not unpalatable, but there is no surprise.

Breakfast was quickly settled, and soon, the institute arrived.

The fully automatic hovering taxi slid into the track under the guidance of the navigation system, and he opened the door and got out of the car, and walked briskly along the special passage into the research institute.

However, for the sake of secrecy, the head of this research institute is the "Zhonghai Meat and Poultry Breeding Base...... I don't know which leader's brain was clipped, and he gave such a disguised name to the tall research institute.

made Liu Peng get a huge negative bonus in finding a girlfriend. As he walked towards the laboratory, his heart full of fragmented complaints.

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In the laboratory, the huge and precise quantum gene replicator is humming slightly, the transparent tissue culture tubes suspended in different organs are constantly adjusting the liquid input under the monitoring of the system, and the green light on the instrument represents normal operation flashing and flashing, which looks pleasing to the eye against the white walls of the laboratory.

On the operating table next to it, the fluorescent screen is displaying the latest analysis maps, and several young researchers in white isolation suits are tirelessly checking various indicators over and over again, recording experimental data, and occasionally whispering a few words, and the tone is also short and powerful.

Busy, but orderly.

Suddenly, the heavy lead door of the laboratory slowly opened with a slight friction sound, and Liu Peng appeared outside the door wearing an isolation gown.

"Hey~ Liu Peng. ”

"Hi~"

Seeing him coming, the researchers behind the console greeted him familiarly. It's all old acquaintances, so there's no need to be too polite, just say hello casually, and everyone will go their separate ways.

Liu Peng also cheered up and went to his position, replacing the researcher on duty on the night shift who had stayed up all night.

"Look at your listlessness, you must have stayed up late last night to watch Goddess Angel's virtual concert, right?" sat a young man with black hair and black eyes sitting next to him, and when he saw him in this state, he instantly understood.

After thinking about it, he took out a green medicine bottle from his pocket with a painful look on his face and stuffed it into his hand: "I was originally going to keep it for my own use, it's cheap for you~"

"Energy Elixir?"

Liu Peng saw clearly what was in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Energy Pharmaceutical, the full name of which is "CY-II Herbal Extract Preparation", is one of the latest products of Orient International Pharmaceutical Company. It is actually a tonic herbal preparation, but because of its significant effect in replenishing energy and refreshing the mind, it is nicknamed "energy medicine" by many scientific researchers.

Liu Peng stayed up all night, and seeing it was like seeing a savior.

He happily patted the young man on the shoulder: "Thanks, brother. When it's time to rest, my brother will invite you to dinner. ”

After pouring the energy potion, the fatigue and nerve swelling caused by staying up late were suddenly swept away, and his whole body became energetic, and his energy became extraordinarily abundant, and he felt that he could stay up for two more all-nighters.

Liu Peng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look at you like this~" The black-haired and black-eyed young man shook his head, "Seeing that the results are about to come out, you dare to stay up late to watch a virtual concert." Aren't you afraid of being caught and disciplined by your boss?"

"Hey~ If you are trained, you will be trained~ For the sake of the goddess, I will admit it when I am trained!" Liu Peng grinned and said, "You don't know how shocking last night's concert was, and Goddess Angel's singing skills are simply amazing~ I was so enthusiastic when I heard it...... Especially her temperament, pure and beautiful, like an angel descending to earth. ”

As soon as he talked about his own goddess, Liu Peng gushed endlessly, and he had a posture of talking for three days and three nights.

The young man shook his head helplessly.

As he spoke, the quantum gene replicator suddenly emitted a crisp prompt sound.

This chime is all too familiar to them.

All the researchers in the laboratory were instantly refreshed, and the dopamine level in the body rose rapidly.

"Results?"

"Hurry up, tell the boss!"

Everyone in the entire lab moved. In the midst of the chaos, an old man with gray hair was notified and strode in.

This old man was majestic and powerful, and as soon as he entered the door, he asked with a majestic expression, "How is the situation?"

This old man is a top master in the direction of genetic research and Liu Peng's mentor. In these days, it is also very common to call your mentor your boss.

"Boss, this is the latest result. Liu Peng, who was in charge of sorting out the results, hurriedly entered the data that had just been sorted out into the chip and sent it over respectfully, "The data shows that one of the ten sets of gene fragments we copied can be perfectly embedded in the gene chain of the mecha warrior, and the rejection rate is less than 10%. Through the results of simulation experiments, we can basically judge that this set of genes dissociated from the aborigines of the heterotopic plane more than ten years ago can indeed greatly improve the physical strength and environmental adaptability of humans. ”

Speaking of this, Liu Peng's expression unconsciously became excited: "Boss, we succeeded!"

"Good!"

The old man's tone unconsciously rose a little.

He carefully flipped through the data, and carefully observed the tissue culture situation and gene map analysis results in several partitions, as well as the relevant data of the simulation experiment, and carefully checked and confirmed it several times, and then smiled reassuringly.

There is no problem with the experiment, then, all that remains is to submit a report and apply for the next step of the experiment.

"It's a pity that there are still too few samples and data, otherwise, I would have enough good reason to move the big boss and let him agree to conduct clinical genetic experiments. The old man sighed with some regret, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do.

Each of the mecha warriors is an elite carefully cultivated by the alliance, and they are heroes with great achievements, and without the ultimate certainty, it is absolutely impossible for the marshal to agree to let them conduct genetic experiments.

"I immediately went to report to the marshal. ”

He put away the chip and strode out the door, his mind more determined than ever.

"No matter what, we must reopen the wormhole to go to that heterotopic plane! If we can completely crack the genetic map of those natives, the problem of warrior physique that has plagued the alliance for many years will be solved!"

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Almost at the same time.

The ancient Duchy of St. Violet, the principality where the family has worshiped the great god of light for generations, has an endless stream of holy spirits among the ancestors of the family.

At this moment, the slightly dim sunlight poured mottled colors on the old floor of the bedroom through the glazed mosaic windows.

The air was filled with the bitter smell of potions, and some kind of gloomy smell of putrefaction.

In the turbid air of the Nuoda dormitory, a lean old man with a white beard was lying on a luxurious bed with a painful face.

He is none other than Fern Lytton, the lord of the Duchy of St. Violet.

It's just that the miracles have long disappeared in the past hundred years, and Duke Fern Lytton has never been influenced by the god of light since he was born, so that in his heart, the belief in the gods is extremely weak.

However, this did not prevent him from becoming a duke with a majestic strategy. During his accession to the throne, the Principality flourished, the country became prosperous and the people were safe, and several disputed lost territories were recovered.

It's just the twilight of the heroes.

This was his bedchamber, and the pain that had worsened over the past few days had paralyzed him in bed, and he was too weak to get up on his own.

At his bedside, in addition to a few old servants who took care of his daily life and looked a little submissive, more than a dozen strong knights in armor and swords at their waists were filling the entire dormitory.

The atmosphere of the dormitory, which was already a little dignified, began to become more and more depressed because of this group of menacing knights.

Among the knights, the leader was a middle-aged man with a lofty spirit.

He has a dignified demeanor, dressed in plate armor, with a sharp sword hanging from his waist, and his appearance looks quite mighty, but there is no beard on his lips, and his smooth face gives people a somewhat gloomy and cold feeling.

"Father, it's time to decide the heir of our principality. ”

The middle-aged knight at the head stood majestically in front of the sickbed with a sword in his hand.

This person was none other than Fuller Lytton, the second son of the Lord of the Duchy of Saint Violet.

The lord of the kingdom, Fern Lytton, had two children in his lifetime, the eldest son, Wayne Lytton, who is now the father of Daniel Lytton, and was the first heir to the principality. Unfortunately, due to a war of alien invasion, he and his wife unfortunately died and disappeared, so the title of first heir fell to his son, Daniel Lyton.

It's just that Daniel Lytton once lost his talent and strength because of the possession of the ring, so that his identity as the first heir has always existed in name only.

The second son of the lord of the kingdom, the Marquis Fuller Lytton of the Duchy of St. Violet, was not given the succession, and even after the unfortunate disappearance of the eldest son Wayne Lytton for many years, the lord of the kingdom Wayne still did not list him as the first heir.

The Marquis of Fuller was indignant for many years, and it is only now that all this has finally taken a turn for the better.

"Father, your time is running out, if you can't decide on an heir in time, won't our great Principality of Saint Violet be in chaos after you leave?"

Marquis Fuller's face was a little cold, and he stood quietly on the bed of the old lord Fern, and the coercion had already overflowed.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

The old lord Fern wanted to speak, but he was greeted with a painful cough, and it was not until a long time later that he wheezed and spit out a few words, "I, my successor, heir, early, have already been decided...... He's, he's my grandson, Dan, Daniel!"

"It's that Daniel again!" Marquis Fuller's face turned blue in an instant, "Father, you are too partial!"

"You said that I was not as good as the eldest brother, but I also admitted it, after all, the young and the old are orderly. But why? Why did the heir fall to Daniel after the eldest brother left? You also know that my nephew is a waste material, how can he be virtuous, why did he become the heir of our Violet Principality!"

The Marquis of Fuller strongly suppressed his emotions, and even his face became a little hideous.

He really couldn't understand, first Daniel's father, Wayne Lytton, and now that Daniel, why?

In terms of talent, strength, and military exploits, he Fuller is not as good as his brother Wayne Lytton?

Fuller was furious, and the more than ten knights who followed the scene were all nervous.

Among the dozen knights, several were Fuller's close generals, and the other part were counts and collateral heirs in the Duchy of St. Violet.

These subordinate earls and collateral heirs of the principality have all taken refuge under the Marquis of Fuller after the death of their eldest son, Wayne Lytton, and only Fuller is the leader.

The reason why he dares to come to the palace with the Marquis of Fuller is naturally because the Wayne faction in the principality has long since collapsed, the old lord Fern Litton is seriously ill and is declining, and Daniel, the eldest grandson who was designated as the heir early, has not made any achievements because of the mysterious accident in his early years.

In such a situation, the future master of the Duchy of Saint Violet will undoubtedly fall into the hands of the Marquis of Fuller, the second son of the old lord.

"Your Majesty, you are indeed a little biased. ”

"Prince Wayne is gone, and you can't hand over the principality inheritance to a scrap so freely just because of your favor for Prince Wayne. ”

"Daniel is indeed the heir of Prince Wayne, but he is a waste material, how can a waste wood be the prince of our principality?"

"Your Majesty, the Holy Violet Principality is yours, but it is also the result of our joint construction, you can't ruin the future of our Principality because of your personal preferences!"

Seeing that the Marquis of Fuller was angry, the dozen or so courtiers he brought with him all spoke with him.

At first, they were also worried about the old lord Fern's residual power, but they found that the old lord's illness was too serious, to a certain extent, this duchy was already in the pocket of the Marquis of Fuller, and now it was just a natural name.

As a result, these vassals spoke one after another, and their remarks became more and more straightforward and without scruples.

"You, you...... Ahem, ahem!"

The old lord of the country, Fern Lytton, trembled with anger and coughed violently, and even if he had a thousand words in his heart, it was difficult to speak. In the end, all the unwillingness was reduced to one word, "get out"!

After exhaling such a word angrily, the old lord Fern seemed to have exhausted his strength, so he had to close his eyes tightly, lying on the sickbed and gasping heavily, and no longer had the strength to answer the damn word.

The death of his beloved son, Wayne Lytton, and his powerful enemies in the Outlands was the most painful thing in his life, so he was especially fond of Daniel. However, the reason why the Duke was not passed on to Fuller Lytton was obviously due to higher considerations.

On the side, several old servants and grandmothers who had served the old lord all their lives were huddled on the edge of the sickbed, trembling.

At this time, a strong sense of humiliation not only filled the hearts of the old lord Fern, but also surged in their hearts.

Perhaps it was because of the old lord Fern Lytton's residual prestige, after he scolded him like this, more than a dozen courtiers at the scene all shrank their heads and quieted down.

The Marquis of Fuller, who was the leader, frowned slightly, looked at his father indifferently, and said coldly: "Father, the Holy Violet Principality will be handed over to me, you, go with confidence!"

"Hmmm!

Angry and angry, the old lord Fern spurted out a mouthful of fishy and blackened blood on the spot, and the whole person had more qi in and less out, as if he would cut off his breath at any time.

If Fuller succeeds, with his soft-boned personality, the inheritance passed down from his ancestors may be ruined.

The scene was silent, except for the heavy breathing of the old lord Fern, which constantly echoed in the air.

A few old servants and grandmothers, standing by Fern's bedside, sobbed silently, old tears were all over the place. The dozen or so courtiers who came with the Marquis of Fuller didn't dare to say a word.

Especially when they saw the mouthful of black blood spit out by the old country lord Fern, many people tensed up.

Everyone present understands that the old lord Fern is indeed old and frail, but he has suddenly become ill recently, and it is definitely related to that black blood!

However, no one dares to say this kind of speculation, not even to discuss it.

All the people present could do now was to follow Marquis Fuller and wait quietly for the old lord Fern to take his last breath.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the atmosphere in the dormitory became more and more solemn.

Suddenly.

The voice of a servant suddenly came from outside the dormitory, from far and near.

"Dan, Master Daniel, you're back!"

Just one announcement broke the silence inside the dormitory.

The sad and sobbing old servants and mothers all raised their heads happily, their eyes full of anticipation.

The many courtiers who stood silently and solemnly at the scene, all of them slowed down, and many of them even had some panicked looks, if it weren't for the presence of the Marquis of Fuller, these people would have been in an uproar and talked about it.

Marquis Fuller's face also changed slightly, but then he snorted coldly: "It's just a useless waste material, and he can only cry and mourn when he comes back, what are you panicking about?"

The sound of the scene, which had not yet formed, calmed down again.

But at this moment, there was a loud "bang"!

The gate of the dormitory was smashed to pieces.

Many courtiers and Marquis Fuller at the scene hurriedly walked out of the bedroom, turned their eyes to look at the door of the dormitory, and saw a young man with a long sword in his hand and sharp eyes standing at the door of the dormitory.

"Dan, Master Daniel!"

The old servants and grandmothers around the sickbed were overjoyed as if they had seen a savior.

"Wait, Daniel, isn't he a vindictive scrap?"

"How, how?"

Among the many courtiers at the scene, someone suddenly exclaimed, and soon everyone noticed that Daniel Lytton was completely different from the past.

Daniel Lytton standing at the door at this time was full of awe-inspiring fighting spirit, as if a flash flood and tsunami were overwhelming. The sword body of the long sword in his hand was covered with a layer of white mist-like fighting qi that was condensed and solid, especially the sharp tip of the sword, which was still sticking to the red blood. At his feet, lying were two guards arranged by the Marquis of Fuller.

The guards were the most elite guards on the side of the Marquis of Fuller, powerful and wearing tough armor. But who would have thought that the tough plate armor on the chests of these two guards would be slashed by someone with a sword!

The cracked plate armor, and the bloody wounds inside, were exposed in front of people's eyes, which made many courtiers at the scene, who were already a little flustered, even more nervous.

This Daniel, who has returned again, can still be killed so easily in the face of two elite guards, is it ...... He's already level 5?

No, this powerful sword technique, this condensed and honest fighting spirit and coercion, it is clearly a terrifying strength that only a level 6 sub-saint swordsman can have!

Daniel Lytton has become a level 6 sub-saint!

A terrifying emotion spread among all the courtiers who participated in the forced palace at the scene.

The Marquis of Fuller, who was the leader, widened his eyes and stared at Daniel for a long time before muttering: "Daniel, you, why are you back?"

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