Elixir, a human-engineered dragonborn, is capable of large-scale gene editing in a gentle way, implanting powerful dragonborn genes into humans.

Its blood is rich in the power of the king of the sea and water, and it can make half-bloods below the A-level bloodline ascend to the sky in one step, but it is a bit violent to use it that way.

Devouring dragon bones, attenuated ancient dragon fetal blood, high-purity dragon king serum, and even blood explosion technology are all ways to improve the bloodline.

And allowing humans, who have almost no dominant dragon genes, to cross the barrier and become hybrids is a miracle that Elixir can achieve.

The previous "shocking" auction items could only be called decent in Luo Yin's eyes, and the secret party also had similar technology in his hands.

And these ugly giant leeches in jars are the decisive chips in the hands of the evolutionists.

"You're all here for this, aren't you?"

Luo Yin looked at the distinguished guests closest to the stage with some malice.

Okinaz, Sonya, Vishniak, Ekaterina...... Those aging and dying industry oligarchs are all clones without exception.

Organ failure, disease-ridden, dragon blood was the last straw they could grasp. In order to regain their youth, they can do whatever it takes.

Use the so-called elixir to snatch huge wealth from them and tie these life-hungry vampires to the chariot of the evolutionists. Replace the original owner with a clone, and manipulate the puppet to hold the giant group in various industries.

The distinguished guests did not answer. But their suddenly chaotic breathing and heartbeat, and the uncontrollable excitement in their decayed bodies, had already told Luo Yin the answer.

Twenty years after the fall of the seriously ill giant, ravenous beasts feast on his corpse and reign on the ruins of the old era.

And the old beasts are deceived and enslaved by even more brutal and inferior things, offering money, souls and freedom for the sake of false lives.

They were even so sad that they gave Luo Yin a feeling of dark humor, these noble walking dead were even more pathetic than the Deadpool in the freezer.

All the guests here, including Bunin, are unimportant.

Luo Yin closed the catalogue and handed it back to Bunin, turning to face the canned leeches on the big screen.

"I'm tired of these pointless tricks, pretending to be cryptic code names, fancy prologue sessions, bravado before negotiations......

If you're looking for allies, invite.

If you're looking for an enemy, draw your sword. ”

Bunin suddenly realizes that the auction session, which he has carefully designed according to the orders of the "monarch", is completely useless.

The situation here has been controlled by Luo Yin in the most violent way. The young man had no intention of communicating the way they had designed it, let alone following their rhythm.

Until he met their leader face-to-face, Luo Yin would not put his chips on the negotiating table at all. That's the respect he deserves.

In the dead silence, a drop of sweat slowly flowed down Bunin's forehead and froze into ice particles.

The big screen went out and it was pitch black.

"After violently destroying a shelter, we blatantly interrupted our carefully prepared auction......

Mr. Luo, can I understand this as a declaration of war against us? ”

The sound came from the stereo, old as the weathered stone statue of a monastery. He spoke slowly and heavily, with a heavy nasal voice, interspersed with heavy ventilation sounds.

"It doesn't hurt to be a guest in a dragon's lair and be wary. As for shelters, what shelters. ”

Suddenly, there were hundreds of red dots on Luo Yin's back, densely packed like a red sunflower.

"You can try."

"So what?"

The red dot moved away from him and aimed at every guest in the venue, except Elisabeth Laurent.

"Feel free."

The guests here can't put together ten complete consciences, and threaten themselves with their lives, do they think that he is the reincarnation of Jesus?

As for Susie...... It would have to be quite outrageous heavy firepower to break through the realm of the Sword Emperor.

"Ahem...... Don't be nervous, just kidding. ”

All the red dots were concentrated behind Luo Yin again, but none of the guests thought it was just a harmless joke.

"Forgot to turn on the camera? Don't just open the microphone. ”

Luo Yin pointed to the screen that was still pitch black.

"Don't be in such a hurry, we are waiting for you in City 23."

The old man's voice stopped, but Luo Yin was still targeted by hundreds of guards, who were hiding in the ice field near the venue.

Many guests sincerely hoped that Bunin would pick up the microphone and continue to preside over the interrupted auction. But they knew it was an unrealistic luxury.

"I don't know what orders you've received. But I advise you not to do that. ”

Luo Yin pointed to his ear and reminded Bunin on the side.

Bunin hears a word through the headset, "Kestrel Spirit". It means going all out to attack.

A sophisticated smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he turned his head to meet Luo Yin's eyes. The smile slowly turned into a wry smile.

"I just, I don't have a choice."

Bunin made such a lip shape, but did not make a sound.

The aether morphed into dark red pinpricks, destroying his vocal cords before he could make any sound.

The only thing that can pose a threat to Luo Yin here is the immortal made with the blood of the dragon king on the stage.

Bunin reached for the remote control with the sound of bangs, but only to find that a piece of iron had penetrated his chest as he acted.

It turned out that when he first started thinking, it was all over.

Bunin saw gunfire in the sky, but didn't hear any gunfire.

He fell to his knees feebly on the cold ground, the four elements surging around him, and the illusory primordial realm carved a realm of tranquility from reality.

What a bad luck, how could he have come across such a monster.

"Kristina, Christina......"

Blood poured down Bunin's throat, and he muttered his daughter's name in silence.

"Kristina, especially beautiful around twenty years old, with long pale blonde hair and blue eyes, grew up in Tatar?"

Luo Yin thought of something and asked casually.

The dying Bunin seemed to return to the light, dragging his body half-kneeling, struggling to get closer to Luo Yin.

"She's not going to have anything to do with the Evolutionists anymore. I persuaded her to leave here and maybe go to school in Kassel. ”

"Secret party, don't, don't ......"

Luo Yin roughly guessed what Bunin meant.

"Try your best, I can't stop her if she really wants to."

Seeing that Bunin's expression slowly changed from hideous to confused, Luo Yin couldn't help but have a question in his mind.

Christina, is it this Bunin's daughter, or is it someone else's Bunin's?

The real Bunin is either dead or at the top of the evolutionary faction. Either way, it didn't turn out well.

"I'm sorry."

Luo Yin maintained the original realm, walking towards Susie in a dense rain of bullets, and tens of thousands of bullets turned into piles of iron slag in the furnace of the spirit of words.

The steel bars and brackets in the venue writhed like snakes, piercing the guards' arms, and the pain pulled them away from the doping frenzy.

Fragments of steel arched around Susie's body, flying alchemical blades slashing at the invading dragon subspecies beasts from around the venue.

Luo Yin spat out an ancient bell-like dragon text from his mouth, and the sound waves echoed across the wasteland. That's an order.

The permafrost burst open, and the awakened corpses emerged from the ground, sensing everything that was alive in their vicinity.

These tireless killing machines are able to execute orders without compromise after long periods of migration and lurking. All they need is careful patching and maintenance after the fact.

The gunfire slowly subsided, and Susie got a heavy motorcycle from one of the guards. Luo Yin sat on the back seat of the motorcycle and put his arm around Susie's waist, for safety.

"We're going first, waiting for you in City 23!"

Luo Yin shouted loudly at the head of the Laurent family. The two of them rode to the roar of the engine, and drove off the railroad tracks.

"Miss?"

The old butler always felt that Miss Elizabeth's face must be too black under the veil at this moment.

It was a long time before Elizabeth nodded. Trust him and move on.

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Two thousand is a victory (whispering).

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