Behind the heavy iron gates seemed to be a rainforest, with wildly growing vines entwining around every corner of escalators, railings, and metal fixtures, spitting out thin cyan leaves and tentacles at the ends, as well as tiny flowers of all colors.

A man dressed in black played the pleasant "Piano Concerto No. 1" on the piano on a high platform surrounded by vines in the middle, seemingly unaware that the door behind him was opened, and that a new guest had arrived, completely immersed in his own performance.

Fingal was the first to set foot in the room, and Lu Mingfei took Alexander with him. Bunin followed him, while Chu Tianjiao and Zero stayed outside the door, alert for a possible attack.

"Give him a few shots?"

Fingal asked Lu Mingfei with his eyes, and the PKP in his hand was eager to try.

Lu Mingfei stared at the man's back, then glanced at Bunin beside him, whose face was trembling like chaff, and shook his head.

In the past, he definitely didn't need Fingal to ask, he himself directly raised his hand and smashed the other party's head, and there was no need to communicate with heretics;

But now Lu Mingfei is much calmer, and the information in the enemy's control is more valuable than his life.

It was at this moment that the last note of Tchaikovsky's piano piece fell, and the man got up from the front of the platform after finishing his playing, and turned gracefully to bow to the crowd, as if a pianist wanted to thank the audience for their support.

Fingal was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head to look at Bunin, and then at the man on the stage, a little trying to rub his eyes to see clearly-because the man's face was similar to that of Alexander. Bunin is almost identical, but the other is a younger, "new factory" version.

"Welcome to come here at any cost." His voice was young and magnetic, but it was old and cunning, and he didn't seem to feel a little nervous.

"I remember this is not the time for the auction, right? Did you bring these guests here to get something out of my hands? My dear Mr. 'Shepherd'. ”

Young Alexander. Bunin's eyes swept slightly over Fingal and Lu Mingfei, and finally stopped at the old man who didn't dare to look up at him.

"Who are you?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, in addition to age, the biggest difference was that Bunin beside him was a mortal;

And the other party has excellent dragon blood in his body, and he is a half-blood.

"Good question, young mercenary," a faint smile tugged at the corner of the young Bunin's mouth, "to introduce yourself formally, Alexander. Bunin. At your side is my clone, my spokesperson in the outside world, and my 'sheepdog'. ”

Clones? Cloning technology?

Lu Mingfei's brows furrowed even tighter, this was an ancient name in that dark universe, and now the Human Empire generally calls this artificial life technology created by genetic engineering "replicator".

After all, it is a dark technology era that has experienced the peak of human technology, and it is not uncommon for the human empire to possess this technology by means of remnants or archaeology, and it is often used-

For example, the source of the "servants" and "wet pieces" of the Imperial's human-machine hybrid is clones, and some of the brain clusters of large machine souls, as well as the "biological farms" that nurture and store the organs of Astarte Superman, also come from clones; In addition to this, there is also the parchment that the human empire consumes like a bottomless pit, which also comes from this genetic engineering (because it is "parchment"......

However, according to Lu Mingfei's understanding, the Human Empire prohibits the use of replicator technology to create self-conscious individuals, whether it is human beings or Astarte, which will involve a series of issues that are easy to get into trouble for themselves, such as "where does the human soul come from", "the blasphemy of the God of All Machines Ohm Messiah", "the serious desecration of the creation of the Great God Emperor", etc......

In short, don't touch it.

I didn't expect this forbidden technology to emerge in my hometown at the beginning of the third millennium...... Should it be destroyed or left to the emperor?

"I want a piece of goods, save me...... Save your daughter. She was already showing those pre-symptoms and needed a merchandise to help her get baptized and live better. ”

While Lu Mingfei was thinking, Old Bunin's tone was extremely humble and pitiful, and he pleaded with young Bunin on his knees.

"Stand up, don't kneel!" Fingal was in a hurry, and with all his strength, he directly pulled old Bunin up, and scolded in a low voice:

"Damn! You're so humble that we're embarrassed! We've come all this way to hear you say this? ”

Young Bunin was amused by a "poof", and he didn't know whether it was because of Fingal's words or old Bunin's pleading, he spoke leisurely:

"You know how the Scots shepherd sheep, right? Raise a few sheepdogs, each of which can help herd hundreds of sheep, and the owner only needs to feed the sheepdogs. When the shepherd dog is old and can't run, the owner will change to a new batch of strong dogs, the owner is still the owner, and the sheep are still the sheep. ”

"You exist to help your master herd the sheep, but you suddenly come to me and ask me for a precious good, just like a sheepdog telling his master that I want to eat a sheep for dinner today...... Do you think that's possible? ”

"But that's your daughter! Your child! Do you just watch her wither at her most beautiful age?! Old Bunin raised his head and roared, his face pale and gloomy.

"Yes, Christina is my daughter, but what does this have to do with you clone?" Little Bunin's smile became sarcastic and playful, "Do you really think of yourself as her father?" Take those memories I instilled in you as your own experience? I bet you haven't even touched Koptuneskaya's wonderful body. ”

"Yes...... It's true that I'm not her father, but she'...... It's my daughter. Old Bunin just said sadly.

"Wait! Can I ask a question? Fingal suddenly raised his hand, interrupting this somewhat bitter but philosophical scene.

"Of course, just ask." Little Bunin smiled with the generosity of being the master's family.

"If he's a shepherd...... So you're the real master behind the scenes, right? Fingal asked his own question, a malicious smile on his lips.

Little Bunin just wanted to answer, but suddenly found that the young man next to Old Bunin instantly woke up and looked at him, and his sharp and oppressive eyes made him think that as long as he dared to say "yes", the other party would not hesitate to kill him; He subconsciously chose to follow his instincts, blurting out the words "not."

Fingal laughed: "Look at the way you pretend, you've made me numb, aren't you also a dog for a long time!" Since we're all dogs, let's not hurt each other! ”

"......" Little Bunin's face became a little gloomy, "Forget it, communicating with you is a waste of time. ”

He clapped his palms, and something emerged from under the dense vines.

Fingal gasped at the thing—it was a fierce dog covered in black-gold scales and clearly mixed with dragon blood, but it was hard to call it a dog for its current size, it was visually larger and heavier than an adult male lion, and its dark golden eyes the size of a brass bell stared at everything in its vision with bloodthirsty desire.

Then the second, the third, the fourth...... A total of twelve such bloodthirsty monsters emerged from this rainforest-like room.

Chu Tianjiao outside the door wanted to enter the door to support, but in the slender passage behind them, there were also two dragon blood fierce dogs stepping forward.

"I don't know how much you know about the 'Eternal Life Project', but I'll introduce it," Little Bunin admired the frightened looks on Fingal and Old Bunin's faces, "The genetically engineered biological weapon from the 'Eternal Life Project', codenamed 'Cerberus', is the best and most controllable generation, and you have the honor of being their first food." Of course, you can try to resist with the guns in your hands, but under normal circumstances you would have to have an equal number of armored troops to destroy them......"

When Little Bunin's gaze swept over Lu Mingfei's face, he was stunned for a moment, and the other party was also staring at him indifferently.

In the next second, he watched in horror as if the young man's eyes were flowing as dazzling lava as gold, as if a prehistoric beast had been awakened by him, just with his golden vertical pupils, which were symbolic of the top predators, he let his mind fall into a swamp, and his breathing was almost stagnant and suffocated like a drowning man.

The "Divine Bloodline" and "Super Serum" that he was so proud of were completely ineffective...... In other words, it was precisely because of his "divine bloodline" that he was so panicked and frightened in front of this young man that he had to muster his spirits so that he would not faint.

As for the hellhounds whose appearance was even more hideous than that of the male lions, no matter how vicious and bloodthirsty they were, they did not dare to open their teeth in front of this pervasive and astonishing dragon might...... They all whimpered, lowered their heads menacingly, fell to their knees and shivered.

"Who is he? Who is he?! What's going on with this terrible mental oppression?! ”

Even though little Bunin screamed in his heart countless times, he couldn't get an answer, and his body was already on his knees under the terrifying coercion—it was a great shame for him.

Old Bunin seemed to be pardoned, completely unaffected, and a few seconds ago he was frightened like a frightened old dog because of himself and Cerberus, and now he couldn't understand what was happening in front of his eyes.

Little Bunin watched Lu Mingfei slowly step forward, and made a gesture silently, the German replied with an OK gesture to indicate that he had received it, and once again showed himself the disgusting smile that he wanted Cerberus to pounce on and tear him apart for the first time, and made a strange gesture, and smiled weirdly:

“HEN——SHIN！”

Fingal seemed to have been looking forward to this moment for a long time, and he was enjoying the moment of revealing his transformation into the first stage of the dragon scale armor shell in vitro - of course, he was absolutely safe at this moment, and Grand Master Lu gave him enough time.

Like Chu Zihang's transformation stage, Fingal's clothes were directly shattered by the flesh that had been strengthened twice, and the fine fluff outside the body turned into sharp shield-shaped dragon scales under the stimulation of dragon blood, forming a metallic armor that wrapped the whole body, and the new bone tissue pierced out from the skin of the face and increased into a pair of pitch-black and cold bone armor to cover the face, and only the dazzling golden light like a gas lamp in the two eye sockets could be seen......

But that's not the end of it.

With Chu Zihang's chest, that is specifically designed to launch the spirit of speech. The "Traces of the Eclipse" prepared by Jun Yan is different, Fingal's words. The Bronze Throne will automatically activate and act directly on the Dragonscale Armor;

Therefore, before the external dragon scale armor was formed, the power of the "Bronze Throne" was "renovated" more intuitively, and the sharp dragon scales were reborn and integrated into each part of a magnificent armor, and the blue-black scales changed into bronze as if they had been baptized.

Unlike Chu Zihang's vigorous and explosive muscle lines that could be seen even though they were covered by scale armor, Fingal's entire body was completely covered by heavy and magnificent bronze armor - in other words, the increase in the bronze throne made Fingal's dragon scale carapace form bigger, stronger, and harder, just like changing from ordinary power armor to Terminator type power armor.

At this time, his height has approached two meters four, almost close to the height of normal Astarte (the height of normal (referring to the public face, cannon fodder, and non-named surname) Astarte is generally about two meters four), like an armored combat vehicle walking upright, and the shocking visual impact swept over.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but glance at his brother's armor form with some envy-

Although this is still the experimental stage, and the follow-up surgery, the auxiliary blessing of the spirit of words, and the real power armor manufacturing have not yet been effective, it is like the first to be able to wear the Warband Terminator armor and take the Warband Seiko Relic Weapon, which is a kind of honor for the warrior.

Chu Tianjiao and Zero, who were stationed outside the door, had not yet recovered from Lu Mingfei's amazing dragon power, and were taken aback by Fingal's sudden "dragon bloodline erosion of Deadpool", in their perspective, his appearance was definitely more terrifying than those hellhounds.

However, as Fingal turned around and gave them a thumbs up, the golden steam-like eyes in the eye sockets of the heavy bronze visor blinked towards Zero, and Zero couldn't help but widen his ice-blue eyes, Chu Tianjiao realized it later:

“…… I don't think my son was made like this by you! ”

Without giving them time to explain, there was a slight commotion in the Cerberus group that was originally oppressed by Lu Mingfei Longwei, and Fingal immediately restrained his hip-hop appearance and entered the combat state, although it seemed to be bulky, his actions were not sluggish at all, and the palm covered by the dragon scale armor like a steel fist easily pressed the heads of the two cerberus heads that had resisted Long Wei's madness-

The collars around their necks had exploded, and the clear electricity visible to the naked eye was stimulating their ferocity, forcing them to resist the oppression of the dragon and kill.

This is obviously some kind of backhand for Bunin Jr.

But Fingal glanced disdainfully at the kneeling little Bunin not far away, grabbed the two Cerberus and slapped them together, scales, blood, eyeballs...... Splash around.

After throwing away the body of the Cerberus, the blood-stained steel palm flexibly raised the middle finger to Little Bunin, Fingal continued to deal with the remaining Cerberus, Lu Mingfei increased the oppression of Long Wei, and Little Bunin trembled all over, just watching in horror as the humanoid armored monster twisted the necks of those Cerberus who dared not resist one by one.

It's simply ...... Nightmare.

"Alright, tell me your story."

Lu Mingfei walked past Xiao Bunin, who was trembling on his knees, walked to the piano table and sat down, and said indifferently.