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Chapter 372 Vortex and Trent
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Iliad helped the three of them take a group photo, and the assistant next to the researcher also took a photo.

"thank you very much."

After taking the photo, the researcher thanked him politely, and Iliad asked curiously, "Do you also like to watch beast competitions?"

"There's no one in this city who doesn't like this. But... my favorite contestant is actually 'The General'"

"Trent?" The topic that Iliad inadvertently brought up caught Turing's attention.

"That's right." The researcher put down the projector communicator and received the photo sent by Iliad, "'General Trent', people in our time called it that, but now there is an extra ' in front of his title. Old 'word. It used to be the most popular player in the predatory class, but now he only plays exhibition matches, and more, it serves audiences like us..."

The researcher's tone carried a strong old look, and he was not young.

"I heard that it has something to do with Kejaka." Turing thought briefly, and did not give up this opportunity to obtain information.

"That's right, that happened a long time ago." The researcher glanced at Turing and seemed a little surprised, "When the glorious Kejaka stayed at the predatory level for a short time, there were stories of friendship between them on the Internet. But most of them are legends. No one knows the details, including me."

Researchers take this as small talk.He quickly brought up his own box and let Turing stand aside.

"Mr. Blazer, we can start now, please stand in the center. You don't need to go to the platform, the center will do."

"Excuse me, why did you suddenly propose sampling without any prior notice?"

After some words, Iliad had a good impression of this suspected "shallow fan" researcher, and took the opportunity to ask.

"That's right, this is a temporary order, a sampling operation directly authorized by the arena master, Mr. Lorian Witt. This is a mission transfer order."

Lorian Witt.

When he was notified that he was required to participate in the ration battle, the guy who "mobilized before the battle" came through the projection of the Royal Guards.

The battle was not small, and there were not a few words that normal people would say between the words. Coupled with this name, Turing was deeply impressed by it.

"Mr Witte?!"

On the one hand, Iliad was taken aback for a moment, and then he was relieved.

That's right, killing three predators and obtaining an unprecedented milestone, this is indeed a situation that can attract the attention of the arena master, not to mention that every beast that enters the ration battle will receive a pre-war speech of glory...

"Mr. Blazer, you are lucky." The researcher said while adjusting the instrument, "Not everyone has the opportunity to be favored by the Master of the Arena. For the Ultra-Limited Beast, this is an honor and a rising star." opportunity. That gentleman has the ability to provide a lot of resources for his favorite fighting beast."

"The social status in the arena, the shortcut to rise, the fame and fortune of the fighting beast, the ranking, the operation of the support group, and even radiate to more investors outside the arena... even the knowledge of your body better, for Mr. Witte Said, these are very simple things. So, you are lucky. As long as Mr. Witte is happy, he is willing to reward you with anything you want, provided that the game is exciting enough."

Lucky...not likely.

Turing's body has a lot of secrets, and as he invests more and experiments more, the secrets will only increase.And to climb up in this system, you have to bear the gaze from the superstructure.Risks and benefits are directly proportional.

"That's the end of the gossip. Mr. Blazer, can I see your paw?"

Turing poked out his pitch-black front paw.

"Well... its situation is different from other places. It seems that it is a mutation that appeared after your battle. Generally speaking, such parts are more valuable for sampling. Through subsequent calculations, we can roughly get Some possible mutation directions, this information is also beneficial to you."

"Thank you." Iliad was slightly grateful, and Turing on the side was slightly relieved.

The previous emergency measures were relatively successful.The "fan" in front of him is more interested in this claw than other parts of his body hidden in the "external equipment".

"It may be a little painful, I hope you can bear it."

After taking over the instrument knife adjusted by the assistant, a tube is connected to the back of the mechanically complex knife to deliver some liquid to the blade.

The incomparably sharp instrument knife cut through Sibieto's hyphae easily, and when it cut deeper, it snapped sharply.

"Huh?" The researcher was taken aback.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just..." he flashed the blade, "you know, the body tissue of the fighting beast is dense and very tough, and it needs special instruments injected with inhibin to cut it, but...Mr. Blazer's body seems to be Some are too hard."

However, the researcher quickly finished his work. He cut off a large piece of flesh with mycelium dancing wildly, and put it into a detection instrument. A bunch of biological cannulas with sharp cones growing on the top pierced it directly.

The "Parasite One" that has been recombined with his original body tissue, Yide's mutant organs and living flesh has completely taken root on this forelimb. exact performance on .

But what he can be sure of is that this thing can at least be detected normally by the instruments of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce.

And if the samples taken today were pure living flesh and blood from other parts, it would be difficult for Turing to imagine whether this knife would be useful.

"...the cells are in a normal state, and... are mutating...? Huh?"

The researcher who was paying attention to the projected value of the instrument suddenly frowned.

"Is there any problem?" Looking down at the panel, he memorized all the data that came into view. These may be useful knowledge information.

"No... But, this thing is mutating, which is a bit strange. It has already left its body, why is it... oh, it stopped now." The researcher's voice returned to normal.

Because the active energy of the active flesh and blood in the excised tissue has been absorbed by the hyphae.Turing added silently in his heart.

"According to the data comparison, the compatibility of Mr. Blazer's transfinite effect is... 13.7%. The parameters of this sample are low, but this is a normal phenomenon...Others... there are some unknown mutation factors, But it is also in line with the normal level, which is based on the pressure of survival."

Looking at the above data, the researchers explained one by one.Iliad listened in a cloud of fog, but Turing's eyes never moved away for a moment.

In addition to the data, this holographic panel also has a detailed graphical interface, which includes the imaging status of the underlying cells.For Turing's current knowledge in this world, the knowledge and information of such microscopic phenomena are relatively precious, but more importantly, he is looking for the demon god factor.

The "Parasite No. [-]" mixed with various kinds of flesh and blood contained a portion of active flesh and blood, so in the holographic image in front of me, there should be demon god factors existing in the microcosm, but I couldn't find it after trying.

For the test results, this is good news, and this hurdle should be over.But it aroused Turing's doubts.

Because it's impossible.

"What it is?"

Turing stretched out a paw and tapped a strangely shaped cell in the hologram.

"This is the mutator. It should have been produced when I was doing the excision. Their number is very small and they are dying quickly. The shape of the mutator is changeable. When the number of mutators increases sharply, they can reach the 'mutant state' ’, they infect the cells of your body, multiply and guide evolution against the oppression of survival, which is very complex, involving a series of reactions such as neuron signaling and external factors…”

The researcher who was mumbling suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Iliad, who had obvious swirls in his eyes, and then looked up and saw Turing:

"Mr. Blazer, are you asking?"

"That's right." Turing nodded, and every movement of his huge head caused a gust of wind.

"Are you interested in...these? Can you understand?" The rising tone represented the great interest of the researcher in front of him.

"I'm curious, but I can't understand, but I hope you will go on."

"That's not enough."

The scientific researcher stood up slightly and lightly tapped his lower back.

"These mutants will change into various forms and shapes due to various reasons. During this process, mutant organs will gradually form. You can understand it this way."

"In short, through sampling and analysis, everything is normal. And your compatibility value of transfinite effect is very good, a full 13.7%... eh? You were only 3% a month ago?"

The researcher was taken aback again.

"This rate of change... is a bit too fast."

"Will it have any impact?"

"No... no, but it's very precious. I want to send this information packaging template to the Holy Grail, it should help the algorithm evolution. If you only had 3% compatibility a month ago, then this rate change It is very precious. The packaged template will help the Great Holy Grail to evolve a better algorithm and promote the iterative update of synthetic beasts."

As the researcher said, a burst of operations created the template, packaged it up for storage, and sent it out directly.

"Is that all right?"

Seeing that it was finally over, Iliad made a sound.

"That's right." The researcher nodded.

"Isn't it necessary for the people above to see this thing?"

"No need." The researcher shook his head, "We will take this sample away and seal it in the exclusive inventory of the Great Holy Grail. These things do not require human calculation and supervision, and the Great Holy Grail will solve everything."

That is to say, if the demon god factor is really captured by the Great Holy Grail... This thing is very likely to promote the combination of the demon god factor and the mutation factor to create a monster-mechanical synthetic beast?
Turing thought of this possibility in an instant.

"That's it. Thank you for your cooperation."

The researcher quickly packed his things and looked ready to leave.

"Please stay. Can you give us a copy of the dynamic calculation of the test results? I want to give it to my physiology upgrader."

"No problem." The researcher readily agreed to Turing's request, and sent the copy data to the system database in the physiological maintenance room.

Saying goodbye to Turing and Iliad, the researcher walked to the door, stopped suddenly, and then turned around to look at Turing:

"Mr. Blazer's impression is very unusual. I think I can give you some advice."

"The methods of the Royal Guards are a bit direct, rough, and even...extreme. The hunters above have always had a bad impression of the Royal Guards, including those brokers. But Mr. Blazer's excellent cells will inevitably compare with They have contact, I hope you can suppress some hot temper, their future is actually not as good as the fighting beasts. Although, Mr. Blazer does not feel hot."

"Thank you." Turing paused.

This researcher gave people a sense of being safe in his actions and words. In the environment of the over-limit Colosseum, it was easy to give people a good impression.

"Can you tell us something about Trent?" Iliad gave an assist. He didn't forget what Turing had always wanted to find out.

"On the Internet, in the system, the information there is much more detailed than what I said, so I will leave first..."

"Hey wait!"

Iliad rushed forward, approaching the researcher slightly, but kept an absolute distance: "Speaking of the matter of the royal guards...can you help Blaze release the control module on the back of his head? It's the thing inside the stack... ..."

As soon as this remark came out, the researcher's head did not move for a long time, and the mirror-like technological hood reflected Iliad's face.

"The Iliad...Mr. Finitz. You have to understand...this is impossible. This is circumventing the manual...but no one can circumvent the manual of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce, not even the royal beast... .If the royal court guards outside hear your words, I'm afraid something bad will happen."

Iliad was stunned, and took two steps back with a stiff expression: "Sorry... I was abrupt..."

The researcher shook his head: "It doesn't matter. Many fighting beasts want to avoid this. This is an indisputable fact. I'm not a gossiper. But...you are very concerned about Mr. Blazer, a unique fighting beast, a unique manager ...I've heard some things about you, and I'm sorry, but I wish you all the best, sincerely."

After finishing speaking, the researcher didn't stay any longer, opened the door and left quickly.

Iliad turned around and shrugged at Turing.

"It's over? Did you find anything?"

The man sitting on the sofa stood up with a big smile.

"A very good algorithm seed, and everything is normal. The team can be closed, Captain Manik." The researcher nodded at Manik.

"Humph……"

The blue-haired man squinted his eyes and glanced at Iliad and Turing who came to the hall.

"Although it's a pity that I couldn't have an in-depth communication with the two, especially the future champion fighting beast, but..."

He tapped his arm lightly: "That's it."

Iliad watched coldly as the soldiers left the gate in unison, introducing a noise of wind and rain.

At this time, Manik suddenly stopped at the door and turned slightly half-turned.

"Mr. Blazer... I look forward to your next exciting match. I have a hunch that we will meet again soon."

Bang.

The gate was closed, and the Royal Guards finally left.

"Do you have any grudge against this guy?"

"This is what I want to ask you..." Iliad twitched his lips and looked at Turing's two heads.

The latter didn't answer, turned around and walked into the physiological maintenance room.

"That blue hair gives me an ominous premonition...Although the royal guards are all like this, I think this is an obvious target. Who did we mess with?"

"The beasts I killed, there may be connections on the arena side behind them, and those managers are alive and well. It's normal to provoke someone. But the royal guard, according to your statement, is the entire Super League. 'Law enforcement agencies' limited to the Colosseum..."

Turing stopped suddenly.

"Are the royal court guards and the researcher belong to the same institution?"

"How is it possible..." Iliad flashed his palms in the air, "The King's Court Guard is something from the Colosseum, and the biggest one on it is Mr. Werther. But the 'fan' just now belongs to the Great Holy Grail Over there, although the Great Holy Grail is AI, but in such a large building, the scientific researchers are basically there... What do you mean?"

"If that Mr. Witte is interested in me, but the scientific research team of the Great Holy Grail chooses to do business as usual, and they are still my 'fans', which prevents the Royal Guard from lynching?"

Turing's deduction made Iliad dumb for a while, and then he chuckled:
"How is it possible... If Mr. Witt wants to deal with us, he can just move his fingers. Why bother to make a fuss about a physical examination?"

Turing didn't reply.

With his experience, the Tumi Chamber of Commerce has such a huge company power, there must be fierce internal struggles.

What happened in the battle for rations is a good example, and there are obviously problems today.It seems that a vortex is gradually being generated in the superstructure of this world, and it is slowly spreading to itself. Is it a coincidence or is it being targeted? I don't have enough information, and I don't have enough status. I don't know anything.

So Turing is going to end this so-called vacation immediately, and once again devote himself to the Colosseum.

At present, I haven't found a good way to get out of the system. Relying on competitive points to obtain technology is also in line with my purpose, but I have to speed up my pace.

Before that, he still had a question.

Back in the physiological maintenance room, Turing temporarily locked Iliad outside, saying that we will talk about what happened just now and other matters later.

In the physiological maintenance room, Turing looked at the paw.

Why did the researchers fail to detect the demon factor in it? Is it luck, or did various tissue samples merge into everything, and some kind of chemical reaction occurred on this arm?
You must know that this hand is not only in the state of a demon weapon transformed from a synthetic beast, but also a fierce cage hand on it.

And the fierce cage hand has a very important function that has not been used in this world for the time being——

active ring.

Puzzled, the only way to get the truth out of practice is that this arm cannot always be like this, it needs to be dealt with, Turing compared to the dynamic copy left by the researcher, and once again devoted himself to the compact experiment, until Iliad put himself progress interrupted—

"Didn't I say that there is nothing important, so don't bother me for the time being?"

Facing Turing's obviously unhappy words, Iliad still happily raised the projection communicator in his hand:
"It's Trent! Trent took the initiative to contact us!"

Hearing this, Turing was stunned.

"That guy from Remington took the initiative to set up a bridge, and Trent seems to be very interested in you. Uh... are you working on your stuff first, or...?"

With that said, Iliad pointed to his communicator at the wide open door.

"Answer the phone?"

Looking at the claws on his hand, Turing exhaled.

"Let's go to the lobby."

The communication was transferred to the integrated system in the lobby. To Turing's surprise, it was not the other party's agent who appeared in the projection, but Trent himself.

It was the head of a bearded gray-white monster, shaped like an old goat with sharp teeth, with a demonic compound horn on its head, and sharp and weird sawtooth.

Its voice is hoarse and low, like dry old wood.After seeing Turing who was connected to the communication, especially his giant blade tail with a different shape, the old goat showed a weird look, and grinned a weird smile:
"Hello, excellent newcomer, nice to meet you. I heard that you got a very unique trophy, and you are still in some trouble, and you seem to want to chat with me and learn something...

Are you interested in making a deal with me? "

The other party cut to the chase.

　This chapter is two in one, and the monthly vacation is over.The reward list will be released tomorrow, good night everyone

　
(End of this chapter)