Hearing the intermittent chilling roar of the communication equipment, Mikhail finally turned off the communication with the negative third floor, and the bruises on his trembling arms burst out.

The outer wall of the shelter didn't hold up for even 10 seconds, and the basement level was quickly unanswered. After the enemy invaded the laboratory on the second floor, he entered the highest level of defense orders according to his training.

This was the first time Mikhail had actually entered a command, and he had never imagined that the highest level of defense would be to blow the entire second underground level to pieces indiscriminately.

And even then, the enemy did not slow down the attack.

In City 12, medicated and surgically treated hybrids are like docile lambs, and they are shepherds. They cultivated the flesh of the dragon king like luncheon meat, cutting, dismembering, and studying at will, peeking into the treasures of the dragon clan.

It wasn't until today that he understood what kind of life dragons really were. It was as if they were fighting a storm and tsunami with a canoe.

"Patrol, loaded mercury bullets! Spread out in an umbrella shape and aim for the exit of the hallway! ”

Eight dragon-blooded hounds surrounded the exit, roaring uneasily. These carefully bred subspecies of dragons dare to hunt brown bears, but the other side of the corridor is not a simple enemy like a beast.

In just 2 seconds, thousands of mercury bullets can cover the entire space outside the exit. Even if it is a dragon king who rushes out, he will suffer heavy losses in the mercury barrage.

Mikhail couldn't help but rub his index finger against the trigger of the sweat-soaked machine gun. If the mercury bullets do not work in one fell swoop, the machine gun team in the rear must suppress the enemy.

Behind him is the engine room of the reactor that powers the entire shelter. What's more, the logs and research results of all departments in City 12 are also stored in the computer room.

There's movement.

From the dimly lit corridor came the sound of messy footsteps, one light and one heavy, as if the ankle had been injured.

The footsteps were getting closer, and the two groups of guards in front and behind tightened their guns, and the triggers were covered with sweat and skin oil.

The footsteps stopped.

"Herzog! I'm Jung von Herzog in charge of the δ plan, why detonate the minus two before evacuating! ”

"You don't have the right to ask. Doctor, slowly raise your hands above your head and walk out of the corridor. ”

Dr. Clone limped out of the corridor, his tense body stiffened as stone as he was pointed at nearly a hundred guns at the same time.

Mikhail breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, Doctor, slowly retreat into the hallway and keep us informed of what's going on in the hallway."

He and Herzog stared at each other without hesitation, and there was only coldness in their ocean-blue pupils.

Mikhail's task was to secure the core of City No. 12. As for the geneticists who worked here after being captured, it was only a special form of property.

"I trust your intelligence and acting skills, Dr. Herzog."

Behind Herzog's head, a very low voice sounded. Luo Yin had been clinging to his back, pure white claws ready to dig out his spine.

Luo Yin silently jumped upward, the dragon claws buckled into the metal, and hung upside down on the roof of the house more than three meters high.

Dr. Kronn took a half-step back under the pressure of the muzzle, but a gaze immediately locked on the back of his neck, with a murderous intent.

The doctor gulped into the cold air to calm himself down. That white dragon is the real monster. From beginning to end, Luo Yin showed a kind of ease and calmness.

"Stand back!"

"What the hell is the enemy, tell me!"

The doctor growled, his voice shaking.

"I don't have any weapons on me. You want me to be bait, you want me to die! ”

"Stand back! Dr. Herzog, I order you to stand back! ”

The Dragon's Blood Hound roared at the Doctor, and the scales on his neck and back stood up like thorns.

"Fuck, I just want to survive! You, too, will be sacrificed, and we're all lambs in captivity by some big man. Mikhail, you make no difference! ”

The roaring doctor stepped forward abruptly and out of the corridor, nervous guards almost pulling the trigger at the slightest irritation.

"We don't know what the outside world is like, we've been stuck here for so long that we don't know ......"

"Stand back! Back off! ”

Damn it! Damn it!

Mikhail stared at Herzog, his heartbeat growing chaotic. He kept an eye on the thermal imaging with his peripheral vision, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. The Doctor had been alone in the corridor all along.

Shivers crawled across his spine, and above their heads, a blood-red object suddenly appeared in the thermal image.

"Open ......"

On the ground, a white moon rises.

Only by seeing the sword slash in front of your eyes, and the thin blade like a cicada's wings cutting everything in sight, can you understand that "swinging a sword" can also be endowed with such a thrilling beauty.

The arc-shaped silver-white sword light fell from the sky, stretching for dozens of meters, forcibly ending the battle in the moment before the trigger was pulled.

The moment the doctor attracted attention, Luo Yin, who was in a state of hypothermia, copied time zero and came to the roof to launch a surprise attack.

Mikhail noticed the tip of the sword protruding from his chest, and dozens of severed barrels rolled neatly from the gun. A mist of blood erupted, followed by pain that was transmitted to the brain.

"Move two centimeters to the left and it's your heart. Now tell me, what is the password for the computer room. ”

"I don't know...... The reactor was managed by Nasimov, a nuclear engineer sent from above. ”

"Let him come out."

"Nasimov! Nasimov, out of the ranks! ”

No one answered.

Luo Yin thought of something. If the Dark Side Monarch wants to remotely monitor and manage an underground sanctuary made of clones, he should have set up an eyeliner here to know more about the truth. For example, nuclear engineer Nasimov.

There is not much time left for him.

"Quiet your hound."

Luo Yin pulled the Celestial Cloud from Mikhail's chest, and the latter pressed down on the fatal wound that was so thin that it didn't seem to exist.

He wanted to enter the computer room in a more elegant way, but the objective conditions did not allow it. The door of the computer room uses a 20-digit hybrid password, and there is no possibility of forcible cracking.

Luo Yin cut off the deadbolt, then destroyed the lock cylinder and mechanical connecting rod. But he still couldn't get in, just because the door was too thick and too heavy.

If he has the power of extreme heat or power transmission, it is not difficult to break the door violently.

"Never used...... This thing is so bad. ”

Luo Yin muttered, and touched the [Thousand Noodles] that was about to melt.

Copy of the Decree, Bronze Throne.

The body of the powerful dragon king swelled violently, and his appearance and temperament changed from a creature between a god and a demon to a pure muscle demon god.

"The color isn't as bad as it seems......"

When the bronze throne acts on him, it seems more appropriate to call it a platinum throne. The additional effect of the spirit of words is distorted by his own White King bloodline.

Luo Yin, who was more than two meters tall, sighed heartily. The bouncy combat suit didn't burst, but his new trench coat had already blown into strips of cloth.

Mikhail fell to his knees weakly, raised his head with all his might, and watched as the intruders pushed the nearly ten-ton gate forward with a deafening loud noise.

The door of the engine room slammed to the ground, and Luo Yin's body returned to normal as if it had shrunk, and rushed towards the reactor with a frantic stride on the floor.

"No matter what you're going to do, you're running out of a chance."

In front of the main engine, the "nuclear engineer" Nasimov stopped what he was doing and silently observed the intruder.

Luo Yin immediately noticed the heavy silver cross necklace on Nasimov's chest, thicker than his thumb, which looked quite out of place when hung in front of a dark green military uniform.

Luo Yin couldn't see the fear of him in the other party's eyes. Nasimov is not a clone and has an excellent A-level bloodline, but his spiritual hypnosis poses no threat to Luo Yin.

"You serve the so-called Dark Side Monarch?"

The Engineer nodded.

"Excuse me, where did we offend you?"

"No, I haven't met your monarch yet. If you want to talk about the reason, it is probably a lot of not very positive rumors, as well as my personal malicious speculation.

Your monarch has invited me to his meetings, and I must not be ignorant of him. ”

Luo Yin walked slowly past the huge central main engine and the nuclear reactor wrapped in a thick cement wall, and finally saw the spectacular "wealth" of City 12.

At the very center are 64 cryogenic life support chambers, among which dormant clonal hybrids awaiting commissioning. They are thin and have a peaceful complexion.

Luo Yin applauded lightly. He noticed that alchemy arrays were installed in these survival pods, and that some of the circuits used were familiar to him.

He used this technology to develop virtual games, and the ruler of City 12, allowing the clones to grow up quickly in realistic dreams. Some people, like Herzog, served in the shelter after inheriting the "life" of the original body, and many more became children in the basement for human experimentation.

On either side of the life support chamber, a series of devices large enough to grow a cell into a clone are arranged in an orderly manner. IVF and artificial wombs are no longer a problem for evolutionists.

On the two walls on the inside, there are terrifying gene pools, including hybrids and dragons. Mainly sperm and ovum libraries, as well as stem cells, tissue specimens, and so on.

In consideration of social ethics, the research results of dragon genomics at the Kassel Academy are mainly at the theoretical level. And the Darkside Monarch has been able to use hybrids as hybrid rice seeds. The secret party is over.

"Spectacular, right? Only with such a grand project can we connect the road of evolution with manpower. After gaining insight into all the secrets of dragon blood, each hybrid can evolve into a pure-blood dragon, a new dragon. ”

"What about the people who died in the city?"

"The free will of most lives is deprived to a small extent, and the world has been developing like this. Only if there is enough firewood and the master who holds the fire will their flame be brighter. ”

Luo Yin just shook his head regretfully.

After a fight with "Chen Jun", he already has certain psychological expectations for the moral standards of the evolutionary faction.

"So do you think, are you a dispossessor or a dispossessed? Is it firewood or flame? At this moment, will I appreciate your idiotic theories or pierce your heart? ”

Facing those golden pupils, Nasimov couldn't help but shudder, and quickly silently muttered something in his mouth.

"I have to admit that I was lucky. I called up the reactor's self-destruct program, but it didn't start. It's a pity that those guards are all useless. ”

Nasimov's index finger was only half a palm's throw away from the dangerous red button on the mainframe.

"Our distance is about 60 meters, and even if you hold time zero, you can't get faster than me. If the reactor is overloaded, it will destroy everything here in 90 seconds, and the excess nuclear radiation will cause even the dragon king to be severely damaged.

So, it's all over. You won't get anything in city 12. ”

The man with a serious expression stared at Luo Yin, his left hand clenched the silver cross on his chest, and pressed the button hard.

Nasimov pressed the small mechanism on the back of the cross and pulled out a knuckle-sized, translucent capsule filled with dark red threads like blood vessels. The most violent evolution medicine made with the blood of the dragon king was swallowed by him in one gulp.

Sharp dragon scales the size of a fingernail burst out of his body, and Nasimov's whole body was steaming with blood mist, and he attacked Luo Yin with all his strength.

The indescribable pain brought him to his senses, and his limbs were violently bent in reverse, revealing bone fragments from the hideous wounds.

A young man embraced Nasimov up close, his right paw slicing open his chest, pulling out some kind of small mechanism.

"It's implanted with an arterial lock, it's really careful."

Luo Yin's dragonization state was fading, and his forehead was covered with sweat after the dragon scales had faded. Without the use of high-concentration serum, his physical strength would only be enough to fight for so long.

Nasimov, who was in severe pain, was dizzy, and oblievously observed that he had no dragonized body at all. His silver cross necklace was in Luo Yin's hand at this time, and the nuclear reactor was also working as usual.

Dream Tapir. Weaving dreams by oneself consumes much more physical strength than waking up nightmares, which makes Luo Yin, who has repeatedly released high-level speech spirits, directly empty.

In addition, Luo scrapped another belt. On this trip, he must make a new belt that is stronger.

"What...... When ......"

Nasimov's mouth was full of blood, and he would soon die of overdose of blood loss.

Luo Yin injected the Fenrir serum he had with him into his veins. This purity and dose would not have been able to raise the bloodline, but it would have allowed Nasimov to last two or three hours.

At this time, Susie held Herzog in her left hand and Commander Mikhail in her right hand, and walked quickly into the core area.

She had a sharp tail thorn stuck in her right shoulder, and her shirt was bright red.

"Ran into a couple of tricky things."

The two men probably had some bold ideas after his departure, but they are in a very peaceful state at the moment.

"Go and bandage it, it's not dangerous for now. I'm going to look at the stuff on my computer. ”

The shelter is not connected to the outside world, and important information is supposed to be collected in the giant computer that controls the reactor.

"Samaritan, get as much information as you can."

The signal shield here is too strong, and he only has a Samaritan toddler version with basic functions in his phone.

Samaria had just joined in and began to download the information, and the air condensed the illusory light and shadow of a girl's image.

"Norma?"

No, this Norma is wearing a blood-red dress.

[I'm Lilith.] Access to the library is prohibited. 】

"It's just Norma's! There is no difference except for the color scheme, so I apologize to the academy! ”

[Please stop the intrusion immediately, otherwise all files will be destroyed.] 】

Lilith's timbre is no different from Norma's, but her tone is hard and her intelligence seems to be a little lacking.

Luo Yin saw that it was not the alchemical intelligence of Norma and Samaria at all, and its imitation ability was not even as good as that of Hui Yueji of the Japanese branch.

[Begin to forcibly destroy all materials.] 】

Luo Yin's pupils shrank. He received a warning from Samaritan: Lilith had just sent a distress signal. It is the only device here that can communicate with the outside world.

"What are they going to do?"

Susie's right arm was a little pale, and she tore off her sleeve and simply bandaged her right shoulder.

"Try taking a few more. Priority is given to those children who are on the first floor. ”

Luo Yin underestimated the size of the shelter, and he didn't have much to do with the heavy equipment on the ground floor. Time is limited, and they have to evacuate before the Evolutionary support arrives.

------Off topic------

In the first stage, the pigeon claims to be coding words, but there is no code.

In the second stage, the pigeon claims that it will be renewed, but not now.

In the third stage, the pigeon claims that maybe he should update, but his plot is not yet arranged.

In the fourth stage, the pigeons regretfully announced that it should have been updated in time, but unfortunately it was too late.

- "The Four-Stage Strategy of the Pigeon Drag"

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