"—In summary, therefore, my lord."

"The targeted genetically enhanced culture experiment seems to have been successful so far, and my colleagues have now increased their average height by 12.6 percent," said Humi Zan, who was pleasantly listening to the presentation, with two rows of hoops standing beside him. ”

Ramizane quickly mentally calculated, "—almost the average height of most other legionnaires, and perhaps even more than an individual. ”

"Exactly, my lord," Honso nodded, "and grow in the right place while retaining most of his muscle. ”

"Hmm." The Apothecary Master raised his eyebrows when he saw that his original body was very humane, "The part of the power armor specification modification - it seems that the production capacity of the foundry and armory needs to be improved." The capacity is getting more and more insufficient. ”

"Thy wisdom, my lord."

"And what about the part of the genetic seed? You can put it succinctly. ”

"The main part of the transplanted organs of the test samples is still your steely gene, and I have knocked some screened mutant fragments into it, which will help improve the shape of certain organs and further improve the physical fitness of the subjects."

"Exquisite craftsmanship. For example? ”

"For example, there are genes that now produce mutations that accelerate wound healing, and I typed this fragment into the corresponding code, and in the end, about 50 percent of the sample receptors exhibited this benign mutation, and 50 percent of the samples needed more long-term follow-up."

"That's a good thing, you're doing well, Honso, let's have a Reca coffee?"

"As glad as I please, father."

"By the way, Honso," Lamizan asked, casually as he raised his coffee cup to his lips, "where did you get so many suitable pieces of mutated genes in such a short period of time?" ”

The Apothecary's confident gaze flickered for the first time.

——

Meanwhile.

In a separate compartment in the pharmacist's workshop.

The "Didi ————" brainwashing program has finally completed the last step of the scale.

Adarik Vannas, who was brought back from the interrogation room by Parogov afterwards, slowly opened his eyes.

In the center of the purple iris of the Prince of Darkness's acolyte, the dark pupils slowly contracted, and there was nothing in his eyes, only the blue glow of the medical cabin.

The Raven Guard's complexion was almost transparent in the cold and light, and the surface of his deltoid muscles now clearly showed the shape of a black bird, but it was slightly different from when it was first tattooed on Vannus's skin.

The bird has a lightning bolt in its left foot and a vague figure in its right that at first glance looks like a key, but in general, it is a sign of a raven guard.

“……”

There was no one in the cell, and Parogov was out looking after the others—by the way, he had recently discovered that when he so abruptly left his solitary internship and began to devote himself to the treatment of his combat brothers, if he did not wear a helmet, everyone but a few would avoid his gaze and excitedly refuse to allow him to grab their hands, whether he intended to inject them or examine them.

This further confused and bothered the young pharmacist, so he now wore his helmet most of his time to work - although the patients still looked awkward and unwell, they were able to go on.

Therefore –

After a few gentle clicks and the hissing of vacuum exhaust, the Raven Guard quietly climbed out of the medical chamber like a ghost.

With his hair dishevelled over his pale face, and with a hollow look in his eyes, Vannas walked slowly to the door, staring at the terracotta steel door for a long time, as if to discern what was blocking his way.

And then—

He still maintained that blank, sleepwalking look, and took a step forward—there was the existence of the terracotta steel door itself—very unlikely—the door of reality did not block him or make him run headlong—and the whole existence of Vannas was as if he had "stepped into the shadows", and he stepped into the depths of the shadow strip in the crack of the door—

——

"How dare you (Gutera's foul mouthed)?! You're overpowering! ”

Lamizan sat in the pharmacist's reception room, the Reka coffee on the table was already cold, and he didn't want to drink it anymore, and he was facing him with a look of "I've done it anyway, it's come to this, you can either kill me or protect me".

As soon as he heard that answer, it was as if he had been splashed on the head by a bucket of ice water, and Ramizane had immediately instructed LOGOS to carry out the task of reverse audio and surveillance erasure on all channels in this room - Lami Zane knew that Peturabo was in the habit of focusing his listening time on four times a day instead of instantaneously due to his recent busy schedules, so he had to move faster......

The genogen frowned, lowered the tips of his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and hid the look of the lower half of his face behind his palms.

"What I ask you next, you must tell the truth, and you must not conceal or falsify every word."

"Yes, my lord, I will never end my words."

“…… Are you sensible again at this time? ”

"I have always guided and cornered all my actions with your will. O my father. ”

“…… Cough. Without further ado, first of all, how much of this self-cultivated mixed-gene organ tissue do you mix into other people? ”

"Everybody."

"Everyone?!"

"Oh, Ahalim didn't." There sounded a sincere regret in Honso's tone.

"That's not the point!" Lamizan's eyebrows were raised, "Are these implants credible?" Hung Suo? Are you sure it's not some subspace product or a conspirator-impregnated mutation? ”

"I've checked it in every way I can."

Ramizane's heart relaxed a little.

"But of course, my lord, I can't make any guarantees about it under the gaze of Chaos."

"Hoo! Demand! ”

"Even the Corpse Emperor's subordinates can't fully guarantee these things under their strict house rituals, my lord, you are a little harsh on me."

"You ......"

Suddenly, the hoop droids were in action, their mechanical pistons moving, connecting to each other, their wide battle shields expanding outward, each mechanical eye emitting bright red scanning light, the switch of the thunder mallet turned on, and the force field crackled.

In an instant, the steel machinery formed a temporary and strong fortress, firmly guarding the "Fourth Primordial Body" that had not yet reacted in the middle.

"Please stay there for now, father." The Apothecary Master calmly drew his twin blaster, "There's something here. ”

“…… I know. ”

"It may take some time to find out."

“…… I don't think so. ”

The two iron ring soldiers in the center obeyed the order, put away the battle shield, and after seeing the situation inside, Hong Suo's pupils contracted.

Adariq Vannus, the former Raven Guard, was slowly emerging from the shadows, his purple eyes finally coming to light, and he stared at the "Fourth Primordial" that was staring at him dumbfounded with the innocent gaze of the chick when it broke its shell.

"Father's ......"

"This thing must not be good this time!!!!! What kind of brains did you put on a horse!!!!!! ”

Wail..................

This outrageous sore throat...... It's been too long...... The pain doesn't mean to go down at all

Received the supernatural powers, and the old man Na Yan!

I forgot to press publish again

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