The Oracle Star was under the control of the elders. Everything was in order.
Lear and Luo Fei's experiments also constantly broke the records of the genetic fusion laboratory. Every day, Sharjah seemed to be living in a paradise that he had personally created, and he was God. In this independent world, he could do his own experiments as he pleased.
Lear didn't let his guard down just because of success. It was inevitable that things had gone smoothly so far. The devouring talent had obviously played a huge role. This was one of the main reasons why he and Luo Fei could survive.
During the break after coming out of the breeding tank, Lear would discuss with Luo Fei why they were more successful than the other experimental subjects, and what they could do to ensure that their bodies and spirits would emerge victorious in the cruel process of evolution.
"Boss, I seem to be absorbing the modification fluid slower … I think I'm starting to be rejected if it wasn't for the devouring ability," Luo Fei said.
Lear nodded. He had the same feeling, but it was not obvious. This was the limit of this stage of the experiment. If they continued, it would just be a simple accumulation, and there would not be any more changes.
Discussions like this were very important. Professor Sharjah would usually join in the discussion. According to the results of the discussion, he would make systematic adjustments to the genetic modification fluid tomorrow to better suit Lear and Luo Fei's evolution.
However, Lear and Luo Fei didn't see Sharjah after talking for a long time today.
Luo Fei didn't feel anything after listening to him eat and drink. Instead, he felt that the old thing would be freer if he didn't appear. Lear, on the other hand, smelled something strange. The situation on the Oracle Star was settled now. The Great Elder should have gotten rid of the people left behind by the Second Elder. Now that the backyard was clean, other things would naturally be on the agenda. The genetic fusion experiment should be one of the top options.
What Lear didn't expect was that Professor Sharjah didn't appear until they returned to the culture tank.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day when Lear and Luo Fei came out of the culture tank again that they saw Sharjah, who looked as if he had just been beaten up.
Sharjah's pained expression became even more unbearable when he saw Lear. "The Great Elder wants to go straight to the final stage of the experiment …"
Sharjah's original plan was to give Lear and Luo Fei more time to adapt to the changes.
But to the Saint, it didn't matter if Lear and Luo Fei were dead or alive. Pawns should have the awareness of sacrifice. To the Great Elder, the most important thing was to obtain the key data that could repeat the transformation process. They wanted to create an army, countless soldiers. Adaptive transformation? Perhaps there would be in the future, but the people who would be experimented on in the future might not have such a good physique like Lear and the others. Weakening their tolerance for experiments was actually very necessary for popularizing experiments in the future.
Lear smiled. This was actually within his expectations. "Is there a problem?"
"Based on the data from your previous experiments, it shouldn't be a big problem. But if you can buy some time to adapt, even if it's just one more week, it would be better …"
Before Sharjah could finish, the door of the laboratory was violently pushed open, and a heavily armed team rushed into the laboratory. Burrow cursed and tried to stop them, but he was twisted and pushed against the wall, and a black muzzle pressed against the back of his head. These soldiers were very well-trained, and in the blink of an eye, they had completely taken control of the entire complex laboratory and occupied all the key positions.
Sharjah was furious. He rushed forward fearlessly, trying to salvage the situation. He shouted, "What are you doing?! Do you know what this place is? "
"The Great Elder has ordered that the laboratory will be completely sealed from now on. Professor Sharjah, please cooperate."
A hoarse voice rang out. The Thirteenth Elder walked out from behind. His smiling gaze had a strange quality to it. Lear furrowed his brows. Without saying a word, he pulled Luo Fei and walked back to their breeding tank.
Heaven-rank …
Lying in the incubation chamber, Lear felt his body absorb the foreign genetic material. He unconsciously clenched his fists.
With these thoughts in mind, Lear gradually fell into a deep sleep.
In the distant void.
Lear saw countless battleships. This was a powerful fleet.
It was so powerful that it was suffocating. There was no doubt that it could conquer everything! Life, death, sowing, civilization, and ending. With power, one could control everything.
It was the king.
However, he was not the king of this invincible fleet. His point of view was looking up, and he was crawling under it.
However, he was not alone.
There was an aura behind him!
He wanted to turn back! But he could not do it no matter what.
Whoosh!
Gulp gulp …
He woke up. In the incubation chamber, there were blisters caused by his excessive breathing.
Lear's heart sank. It was not because of the dream, but because of the water line in the incubation chamber. An entire night had passed, and he had not completed the absorption.
He had also reached the limit of this stage.
This feeling was not good. Especially after seeing the Thirteenth Elder yesterday …
He turned his head abruptly. A smiling face appeared in front of him. He could clearly see it, but Lear's body did not feel his existence at all.
Lear felt even heavier. The mountain-like words "Heaven-rank" appeared in his heart again.
The Thirteenth Elder looked calmly at the experimental subject. Ambition? He did not care. Master would not care either. Sharjah's loyalty was not important. What was important was whether they still had value.
"You're dreaming."
Gulp. Lear took a deep breath. He spat out bubbles that rolled up from the side of his cheeks.
"I'm so envious. A long time ago, we could not dream. Do you know that feeling? There is no dream. Sleep is like chewing wax, but it is something that must be done. "
Lear's eyes flickered.
"Are you curious why I am telling you this?"
The Thirteenth Elder's smile widened, but he did not say his reason. "Get ready. The final stage is about to begin."
A strong sedative was injected directly into Lear's veins through the injection chamber. The cold medicinal liquid quickly blurred his consciousness. Bone-piercing coldness, despair … he unconsciously turned his head. His tired eyelids blinked rapidly. He saw Luo Fei, who was also being injected with a sedative. However, the fatty was obviously asleep and did not have much of a reaction.
However, Lear's heart strangely calmed down.
He was not alone.
At the same time, Lear's heart was very calm. From the beginning to the end, they were experimental subjects. Lear had long recognized this. However, he did not intend to give up just like that. Only by staying alive could he make those who had looked down on him regret it, no matter who it was!
(Yesterday, I drank champagne and got drunk. I was really drunk too. From now on, I will have no alcohol!)
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