Call of Eschatology

The pure black pill turned round and round in Wenyu's hand. Wenyu stared at the pill, but couldn't find anything strange in it.

It doesn't even have a prop description.

This is a mud ball, a mud ball composed of a variety of trace elements, amino acids, enzymes and other messy things.

This is also the root cause of Yanjing's successful replication-cloned molecules and even atoms, which are perfectly copied, and all kinds of trace elements and samples are exactly the same.

As for the effect ...

With the door open, Wei Tian walked into Wenyu's office.

"The experiment failed."

Wei Tian said briefly, and then put the experimental report on Wenyu's desktop.

After taking a pill of a thousand heads of monsters of all levels, they were transformed into human races-this step is not surprising.

However, the thousand monsters who had undergone racial conversion died within three days.

This is not a highly productive, mass-produced method of racial conversion-at least not until the experiment is successful.

In other words, before the experiment was successful, this was just a "waste" that could briefly convert the demons into humans.

It is useless to Wenyu and even Yanjing.

When Wen Tian heard the bad news, Wen Yu gently rubbed his brows.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, find out what exactly failed?"

The technology contained in this pill has indeed helped Wenyu and Yanjing greatly. For the specific use of this drug, Wenyu also has perfect considerations, but before he can make a finished pill, any ideas and plans Have lost the soil for survival.

"I found it."

Wei Tian nodded gently.

"The biotechnology contained in it is very deep, but it is not impossible to crack. Yanjing's technology reserves are still very strong, but according to my research, I suspect that soul creation and soul energy have played a decisive role in it."

"I'm sure I can overcome it in terms of technology, but at the spiritual level, I can't help it. If I can say that if someone can thoroughly understand this technology, I'm afraid it's just you."

Wenyu was suddenly silent.

Some things, once involved in the soul level, have become completely exclusive research fields for some people.

The entire earth is not only Wenyu, a strong soul department, but to say that the most profound research on the soul is probably Wenyu. If Wenyu eats this technology, it will take three or five years to be placed in other soul departments. For the strong, I am afraid that it will become 3,000 to 5,000 years. The gap is too large, enough for Wen Yu to discard all alternatives and choose to go out on his own.

For a moment, Wen Yu sighed deeply. He looked at Wei Tian and said with a bitter smile.

"After all, this is my job, right?"

Wei Tian looked at Wen Yu and nodded gently.

"It's you!"

...

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

Messy footsteps sounded, and while sitting at the secret entrance of Maxton, he stood up and looked into the distance, but not far away, Ray's figure came as if in a flash of light, and then stood not far from Marques. .

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

At this moment, Lei's face was sincere, but Marquez didn't eat it. He squinted and looked behind Lei.

"So, this is Yanjing's army? I remember I only promised to meet you, but you didn't say you would bring so many people here."

As soon as the questioning sounded, Marquez was ready to attack-he was not ready to run away.

In other words, when he decided to keep the ancient demons, he had already predicted that he would face the encirclement of the Yanjing army-just as Lei predicted, this is a road of self-destruction by Marquez.

Seeing this, Ray just sighed.

"Marques, I understand you, and you are my only relative in this world. Even if I die, I will not betray you."

As Thunder's voice landed, the crowd behind him was already in Marquez's field of vision.

It was a group of refugee-dirty ancient demons ...

Marquez's alert movement could not be slowed down, he looked at Ray, his eyes leaked with inquiry. And Ray just explained briefly.

"You impressed me, so I also want to help you do something, at least, I can save some of our fellows."

With that said, Maxton was silent.

...

"how many people?"

"It was 2000. I estimated the capacity of the underground warehouse. There are no problems with 5,000 people."

"What about supplies?"

"I share with you that our two soldiers are enough to feed these people."

"..."

Marquez remained silent, until Ray arranged the 2,000 people behind him into an abandoned warehouse, and then Marx nodded slightly to Ray.

"Thank you."

Ray burst into a hearty laugh.

"We are brothers, aren't we?"

...

A total of 5,000 ancient demons were housed in the underground warehouse, but Yanjing's infrastructure construction is still very good. At least the air circulation speed here is not slow and the air quality is relatively high.

However, for some people with ulterior motives, this is indeed not unacceptable.

Among the crowd, an ordinary ancient demon with an ordinary appearance and ordinary strength hidden among the demons was tilting his head and carefully examining the surrounding environment.

It is a pity that there is only a look of arrogance in the eyes, the ancient demons sitting and eating.

They are just Marx's "self-redemption" or "self-destruction" props. Although they are living lives, in the eyes of the stronger, they are only items that need to be fed. Naturally There will be no psychological enlightenment and no entertainment activities.

This place is called a resettlement site, but it is just another concentration camp, and some are only deepening in despair.

"boom……"

The sudden impact interrupted the demon's thinking, and he looked down.

I saw an ancient demon child who was less than half a meter tall and slammed into the monster's thigh, and immediately fell to the ground.

"Wow……"

The wailing cries sounded a bit of freshness for this place of despair.

The monster lowered his head and bent down. He looked at the child and gently rubbed the child's forehead with the slightly broken scales. For a moment, his sloppy face began to draw a smile.

"My name is number three. What's your name?"

A nice voice sounded from the mouth of the ancient demon, and with it came a fine piece of chocolate.

It seemed to be aware of the kindness of the "uncle" in front of him, and the little devil cried and wept, and gradually stopped sobbing. He looked at No. 3, and looked at the candy in No. 3, and for a moment, still took the candy. Whispered.

"My name is Gur ..."