"How?" Don Quixote stood next to the Super Base Unit Observation Glass, while Sinkid was inspecting the base structure of the shred of minced flesh extracted from the magic circle, "Is it the same as I guessed?"

"Hmm~" Sinkid leaned back and took a long breath, "Basically there is no difference, under the effect of that strange basic structure, the corpse itself has become nourishment, constantly multiplying, growing this seemingly useless pile of minced meat, but in fact, each piece of minced meat is the same as that of a human ** There is no difference, of course, it is not 100% indistinguishable, maybe the infrastructure is not perfect enough, and part of it has to be truncated in order to conceal the surname, so it can only grow human minced meat, if it is complete"

"Oh, the goddess of life," Sinkid slapped his chair as he was about to continue, "No, oh, goddess of life," apparently the old man was already a little crazy.

Don Quixote raised his hand slightly, and a trace of psionic energy melted into Sinkid's soul, helping him calm his excited and somewhat crazy emotions, "What if it was complete?"

Sinkid's face turned a little ruddy at this time, "If it's complete"

"If it is complete," said Addison on behalf of Sinkid, who is somewhat unable to express himself completely, "then it should be possible to regrow a complete body, and the age and appearance of this body depends on the origin of this basic structure." ”

"What's there to be excited about?" Nikolai said with a hint of confusion on his face, "we're not lichs, and we don't transfer souls, and if this work doesn't work on our own, then it doesn't mean anything, of course, I mean in the study of the Eternal Life Project." ”

"Idiot, that's not what I'm talking about, wouldn't I know?" Sinkid slapped his chair and roared, "Why are we making such a slow progress in our fucking experiments?" It's because of the problem of experimental subjects, even if the Char Empire supports our research, it is absolutely impossible for us to use living people to do experiments, this is the consensus of the entire Faren Continent, but if we overcome this problem, we can create batches of real humans through a complete infrastructure, how high do you think our research speed will be improved?"

"I see."

"That's how it is."

"The deputy team leader really lives up to his name"

"Really," Don Quixote couldn't help but sigh at these excited guys, no matter in which world, scientists or alchemists, they are the craziest people, sometimes even crazier than the so-called fanatics, because they themselves can be regarded as scientific fanatics, no one would have thought that a plan of "Lantes" actually allowed Sinkid to research the cloning technology, although it has not been researched yet, but in fact, this day will not be too far away, because "Lantes." "It's helped them get almost 80 percent of the way.

"Slap~Slap~" Don Quixote clapped his hands and interrupted the four old men, "Okay, my friends, don't be in a hurry about the plan to make replicants, you have time after the beast tide has passed, and now I still need you to verify some other things"-

"Are you still having fun these days?" No one thought that Don Quixote would appear in the palace at night, of course, he didn't see his wife for a few days, and Don Quixote missed it very much, as for whether he thought above or below, it is unknown, whether he was naughty, saying that Don Quixote hugged the gorgeously dressed Shirley, no need to think about it, these precious clothes on her body must have been given to her by Xia Qin Qin.

"Father, my thinking is just a little naïve due to the influence of my body, it doesn't mean that I am a child," Shirley, who was held in her arms, was obviously dissatisfied, and her two small tentacles kept pointing at Don Quixote's forehead.

"Didn't you say you came here in Qin's life? Why did you come so early?"

"Jean?haha," Don Quixote laughed a few times in his heart, obviously he had seen through some of Char Qin's careful thoughts, of course, he didn't break it, although he was a little curious about why the woman had a special affection for him from the first meeting, but he knew very well that if something really happened to him with this queen, such as sleeping with her, rolling a sheet, etc., then it was obvious that he was definitely tied to Char's chariot with his surname, and he was not ready for this kind of preparation for the time being, and if this was the case, I am afraid that the next time a woman in Britain saw him, she would definitely kill him with a sword

"There is a new development in the institute, and the situation is somewhat serious. Don Quixote pinched Shirley's little face, and couldn't help but kiss her, and then put her down, "Then I'll go first, remember to wait for me at night." ”

"Hmph!" Kyle gave Don Quixote a blank look, apparently understanding what her husband meant.

Since it is now more than nine o'clock in the evening, Don Quixote once again came to Char Chin's residence, of course, the king's bedroom can be understood as another reading villa, which also has everything, but in ** or other things, the king generally does not deal with state affairs here, "You are still dealing with official business at such a late hour," Don Quixote, who was familiar with the road, came directly to the study in the villa, Char Jean was wearing a nightgown and flipping slippers on her feet and was looking through the parchment, and without waiting for her to answer, she sat down opposite her very casually.

"Hmm~" Char Jean wrote a few words on this piece of parchment with a graphite pen, and then put it aside, stretching his waist and yawning, "I'm the queen, sitting here for a day, my waist will break." ”

Don Quixote stretched out his hand and dragged the parchment, the content on it was not a very important thing, compared with the Char Empire itself, it was trivial, "As a king, you should learn to delegate power appropriately, anyway, you have the protection of your ancestors, and you are not afraid of their rebellion, the rewards and punishments are clear, the power of life and death is in your hands, and you are afraid that they will not work hard? You only need to indicate the direction in big things, please find the king for everything, what's the use of you raising them"

"It's easy to say," Char Jean snatched the parchment, "Also, this is a state secret, you dare to look at it casually, what's the matter with such a late hour?"

"You invite the ancestors out first, and then you will say it again, a waste of tongue. ”

Hearing Don Quixote mention the soul of the ancestors, Char Qin's expression also became serious, obviously there is nothing really important, it is unlikely to alarm the soul of the ancestors, thinking of this Char Qin picked up the Nine Dragons Golden Scepter and recited the mantra, and in a few breaths, the soul of the ancestors who looked slightly more condensed than before appeared in the study.

"Senior, long time no see," Don Quixote stood up and bowed slightly to the Ancestral Soul.

"Haha, Your Excellency Don Quixote doesn't have to be polite," listening to the tone, this person has been in a good mood lately, of course, mainly because occasionally Ivan, that is, the pure-blood elf who has fused with the tree of life, will come over to chat with him, and it also makes the mood of this ghost who has been lonely for a long time not so bad, although there is almost no progress in repairing the jade scales, "My child, is there anything wrong with summoning me?"

"That's right, senior," Don Quixote took out a small bottle from the space ring, which contained a mass of mutated minced meat, "The four alchemists in the Life Alchemy Institute lived up to expectations and cracked what that guy did to the corpse of the demonic beast," Don Quixote explained the cause and effect of the matter to the two of them," I have reason to believe that the necromantic attack on the British Empire a few years ago was also done by this person, for a very simple reason, it should be an attempt, using alchemy to use the ** of the Warcraft as a carrier to give birth to countless human minced meat sacrifices to the Necromantic Sovereign, after all, the Necromantic Sovereign only cares about whether it is fresh human flesh, and does not care whether it is complete or not. ”

"However, the only good news is," Don Quixote gasped, "that guy has already cut off the [***] necromantic special surname of resurrecting corpses in order to conceal his surname, and simply left the function of transforming into human flesh, so we don't have to face the madness of the entire Char Empire where the people of the entire Char Empire have become necromantic." ”

"Sacrifice to the Necromantic Sovereign?" The Ancestral Soul waved his hand, and a small lump of minced meat floated in front of it, "If his previous plan to deal with the decay was successful, this follow-up continuous plan would really have pushed the Char Empire to a dead end," Obviously, this ghost who had lived for a long time only thought of it with a slight movement of his brain, and the beast tide came down and piled up at one time** I'm afraid no one can count how many, such a large number of corpse sacrifices, can definitely summon the projection of the Necromantic Monarch, and with his subordinates, I'm afraid it will really sweep Char, and don't even expect the temple to really contribute, in fact, they wish that all the people in the Char Empire were dead, the unbelieved, not worthy of mercy, even the Temple of Life with docile doctrines, it is estimated that he thinks so, "But as long as I am alive, then his plan is doomed to failure." ”

Don Quixote will not judge the confidence of the soul of the ancestors, he is not qualified yet, and what he cares about at this time is a question, "According to what I know about that person, he should not do such a meaningless thing, especially if the most critical plan has failed, what is the point of him doing this kind of meaningless behavior that may expose him?"

"Meaning?" the Ancestral Soul shrugged his shoulders rarely, "Maybe it's just to try the bottom line of the old decay, but again, as long as my father's old friend or enemy can't use the power beyond the Law God, then there's no point in that junior doing anything." ”

"Especially," said the Ancestral Soul and patted Don Quixote on the shoulder with a smile, "The Char Empire has your help, and the only alchemical loophole is already being filled," Obviously, the Ancestral Soul is very satisfied with Don Quixote, although the strength is a little worse, but the ability is there.

"Huh"

"What are you going to give?"

After some planning, the soul of the ancestor left confidently, obviously he did not put the projection of the necromantic monarch in his eyes, after all, according to the restrictions of the rules of the big world, the strength of the projection of the necromantic monarch can only be infinitely close to the god of law, although the destructive power he exerts will definitely not be worse than the real god of law, but in the face of the soul of the ancestor who is more incomprehensible than him, the projection of the necromantic monarch is really a tragedy, so there are only these two people left in the study.

"What is the birth?"

"Don Quixote, you bastard!!" -

Because it's close to October, the effect of the formation in Char Donghai has been one after another, and Xiaobo's low-level demonic beasts will come to send them to death, but the danger is not great, and Tianmu Town will even organize recruits to fight against demonic beasts under the wall of sighs, as an appetizer before the main meal.

Hex, who was standing on the Wall of Sighs, watched the battle below for a while, but judging from his facial expressions, he was not very satisfied with this level of battle, "It's really boring, the descendants of those rude guys are really not as good as the generation, but," Hex patted the Wall of Sighs gently, "No matter how many times you come, you have to admire Char I, such a powerful existence, I'm afraid even the oldest lords in the abyss are not his opponents."

As night wore on, Esther, who seemed to have no hope of seeing Don Quixote again, went once again to the tavern where she had first met Don Quixote, and sat in the same place she had been, apparently reminiscing.

"Miss, is there anyone here?"

As soon as Esther looked up, a gorgeously dressed man with a hint of nobility on his momentum stood in front of him with a wine, his pale red eyes looked particularly charming, and Esther couldn't help but be happy when she saw this scene, because it reminded her of herself a while ago. (To be continued.) )