Han Lang noticed a strange thing on the table in the corner. He walked over and picked it up to take a look.
It was a tuft of strange fur. When Han Lang held the tuft of fur in his hand, it naturally changed to the color of Han Lang's palm. Obviously, this fur came from some kind of animal and would change according to the environment.
"What kind of animal did this fluff come from?" Han Lang asked curiously.
The person who owned this fluff was a dark-skinned, burly man. There were two axes stuck on his back. His face and chest were covered with bandages as if he had just been beaten up. His face was bruised and swollen.
He said in a low, muffled voice, "It was a little guy, a very small star beast. I think it was a squirrel."
"A squirrel? A squirrel that can turn invisible? "
"I think so. When I found him, that little thing was eating a star python. It was a hundred meters long star python. He carefully pried its skull open and only ate its brain."
"Star pythons are of a very high level. That little thing could actually kill and eat a star python. It must be of a very high level. So I attacked him. Even if I couldn't catch this little thing that could turn invisible, it was not a bad thing to get that star python. It was a brown star python with oval patterns. It should belong to the terrestrial Star Vortex Python family."
Han Lang smiled and said, "Unfortunately, not only did you not catch that little thing, you even got beaten up."
Hearing this, the dark-skinned warrior was furious at first. He clenched his teeth so hard that they made cracking sounds. Then, like a deflated balloon, he said, "My family has been mercenaries for generations. I'm already the sixth generation. Just a little bit more and I'll be able to become a War God! My father and even my grandfather were very proud of my achievements! "
"But who would have thought that I would be defeated in front of such a little thing. After he discovered me, he did not dodge. Instead, he rushed towards me and scratched me with his claws. If it wasn't for the wargod armor my grandfather gave me, I would have died in his hands!"
"You said that you were wearing a wargod armor at that time?" Han Lang frowned and asked curiously.
Hard armor was not the same thing as the soft battle suit Han Lang was wearing. Hard armor was the equipment of a professional warrior. It did not require agility or speed, but the ability to resist attacks.
At the same level, the defense of the hard armor was much higher than that of the soft battle suit. A little squirrel could actually use its claws to break through the War God's hard armor? This attack power was absolutely insane. In Han Lang's hands, perhaps only Ghost Claw could break through a War God's hard armor. Even Demon Claw couldn't do it.
Furthermore, it had to be known that Ghostclaw was a combination of the power of the Darkness Apostle and the Darkness Queen Worm. It was also huge, so it was unfair to compare it to a squirrel.
The dark-skinned warrior said helplessly, "I'm a mercenary who attacks. I like to wear hard armor on the outside and soft armor on the inside."
Han Lang was stunned again. Not only did the little squirrel destroy the War God-tier armor, but it also tore the soft combat suit inside!
Han Lang kept the tuft of hair that could change color and said to the dark-skinned warrior, "I like your story. Come with me."
Phew ~
Everyone let out a sigh. Han Lang had really displayed his eccentric hobby to the extreme. Not only did he like to exchange all sorts of things, but he had actually exchanged a tuft of hair and a story today?
Everyone felt that there was no justice in this world, while the dark-skinned warrior was overjoyed. He followed Han Lang back to his own tent and sat on the bed, appearing a little reserved.
Han Lang fiddled with the tuft of hair and said, "What's your name?"
"Black Iron Tower."
"Mm, tell me the whole process in detail."
The black iron tower then began to speak seriously, starting from the moment he entered the Valley of Myriad Things, how he got lost, how he charged through a swamp, how he met that squirrel, how he was chased by the squirrel, and how he escaped in a sorry state.
"The Valley of Myriad Things again?" Han Lang muttered to himself.
The Valley of Myriad Things was the area designated by the Spell Union to collect materials. It was very magical. Apothecaries could find the medicine they needed in the valley, warriors could hunt all kinds of astral beasts in the valley, and even blacksmiths could find the ores they wanted there.
If one understood it literally, the Valley of Myriad Things meant that there was everything in the world.
Han Lang had never been to the Valley of Myriad Things before, because his current identity was a genetic biology expert. If he went there personally, people would discover that he was actually still a warrior. In addition, there was not much of a need. In any case, the warriors would bring back the products from the Valley of Myriad Things. Han Lang could trade with the warriors for whatever they wanted, and they could not ask for more.
Now that he had heard the story of the black iron tower, Han Lang suddenly had the urge to personally go to the Valley of Myriad Things. Such a powerful squirrel might just be the best material he needed to create a chimera.
Han Lang had two claws, and they were all considered medium to large-sized beasts. They were still missing a little guy.
When Han Lang had forged the star rat for the blacksmith, he had actually wanted one himself. However, to Han Lang, that star rat's level was clearly too low. Not to mention a ghostly claw, even a demonic claw could kill him with a single claw.
Now that Han Lang had started to walk the path of elite soldiers, he would either not want one, or he would want the best.
Thinking of this, Han Lang could not hold back and said to the black iron tower, "Brother Black, I want to make a deal with you. Take me to the place where you met that squirrel, and I'll make a chimera for you. As long as it's within my capabilities, you can choose whatever you want. Even a custom-made flying alligator is fine."
The black iron tower was startled. At first, he was pleasantly surprised, but then he said worriedly, "That's not good. You're a genetic biology expert, and the Valley of Myriad Things is very dangerous. From what I know, there has been more than one warrior who did not die on the battlefield but died in the valley."
Han Lang said, "You don't have to worry about that. Just tell me if you dare to go or not."
"Of course I dare! If I see that damned squirrel again, I'll strangle him to death! "The black iron tower was a boorish mercenary and could not be provoked, so he immediately said loudly.
"Alright, then come with me to a place first."
"Where to?"
"To get you a set of equipment."
.....
Han Lang brought the black iron tower to the tent of the blacksmith, Thousand Hands. In this place, names were just codenames and had no meaning. Thousand Hands naturally did not have a thousand hands. Han Lang thought that he was pretty good, so he just happened to owe Han Lang a favor.
The thousand hands old man did not say anything. He gave the black iron tower a new set of hard armor and a new set of combat clothes. Although their levels were not as high as the black iron tower's, it was enough for him to use in his current situation.
The black iron tower felt that he owed Han Lang a huge favor, so he did not say anything else and only asked when to leave.
Han Lang thought about it and said, "Let's do it the day after tomorrow. I have a match tomorrow, and starting the day after that, we'll have a few days off. Let's use these few days to go to the Valley of Myriad Things together."
"Alright, the day after tomorrow it is!" The black iron tower raised his head and said loudly.
It was another busy night of work. Han Lang did not dare say that he was as wealthy as a nation, but at least he had many strange and wonderful items.
Han Lang did not lack money. He had tens of thousands of original blueprints, and these blueprints were worth at least a hundred trillion star coins. Of course, a portion of this money was spent by Han Lang, and the majority was spent on Earth's military.
Because Han Lang did not lack money, he always judged the value of an item by its novelty and interest. Han Lang never looked at those items that could be exchanged for large amounts of wealth when brought back to the Milky Way. He only looked at rare, strange, and unexplainable things.
The camp's genetic biology experts were very popular. It could be imagined that if Han Lang continued to stay here, his Moon Scar, which had a thousand cubic meters of space, would be filled to the brim sooner or later.
After finishing his work for the day, Han Lang went to the training tent to practice for a few hours. The difficulty of the Path of Divinity was extraordinary. Although Han Lang had always been diligent, his improvement was always very slow. Han Lang could not do anything about this. He could only patiently practice, ponder, and bring out the spirit of 'dripping water can wear away a stone'.
In the morning, Han Lang punctually arrived at the camp for the genetic biology expert selection. There were already many people sitting there, and most of them were here to watch the excitement.
If Han Lang was willing, he could also go to the competition arena for other professions. As the selection entered the second half of the stage, the duels began to become more and more exciting. Being able to see all kinds of experts on stage made life in the camp not so boring.
The two Dark Guards in charge of the genetic biology expert selection were Ting Bu and Xiao Man. Seeing Han Lang, Xiao Man walked over with a smile and said to Han Lang, "Why are you only here now? You're really patient. It's your turn in the next round. Don't lose."
Han Lang did not say anything. He nodded and sat in the stands to watch the battle between the two genetic creatures.
It was a flying alligator and a brute bear. In the world of genetic biology, there was no such thing as a patent. Although the flying alligator was first made by Han Lang, there was nothing he could do to stop others from imitating it.
This flying alligator was a good imitation. It was not much different from the one Han Lang had made himself, using the star crocodile's body and the star vulture's wings.
As for the brute bear, it was a combination of the star bear and the star ape. It looked like a thin version of a bear, with muscles all over its body, like a bodybuilder, fierce but flexible.
Soon, the imitation flying alligator was defeated. Although it bit the brute bear's arm and tore the whole arm off, it still couldn't withstand the brute bear's critical attack. Its wings were torn apart, and after losing its flight flexibility, its skull was smashed open by the brute bear with one arm.
The scene was bloody. Compared with the fighting between human warriors, the battle between the combined beasts was more savage and more reckless.
Puchi ~
The owner of the brute bear walked up and cut off its head with a knife. This was a common method used by genetic biology experts. Anyway, this brute bear had no combat power, so it was better to take back its body and modify it again.
Han Lang himself rarely used such methods. Although he was the one who created the genetic combination creatures, he had more respect for these loyal companions. The reason was very simple. Since they were loyal to Han Lang, Han Lang would treat them well. It didn't matter if they were humans or beasts, it was all the same.
The next round was Han Lang's turn. He walked into the center of the blood-splattered arena and released his Devil's Claw. This guy had a blank look on his face. He scratched his head with his claws and lay motionless on the ground.
When Han Lang's opponent also walked down, there was a sudden commotion at the scene.
Han Lang raised his head and saw his opponent clearly. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and frown.
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