Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

A few days ago——

"Sir, that thing they are talking about... can the dead really be resurrected?"

"No." Yamudou held a piece of information and walked quickly, "But it is different if it is someone who is not completely dead - even so, it is enough to call it a miracle."

"According to legend, Krall, who unified the various tribes of the Shark tribe and established a kingdom in the Stan Desert, was killed a hundred times, but he came back to life every time. They said that Krall's soul came back from the dead every time. Returning to the Hall of Valor, and growing a brand new body on his own corpse... This is of course an exaggeration and rumor by those barbarians, but it may not contain some truth."

"That is, the ultimate ability to recover and regenerate." Yamudou glanced at the headhunter as he spoke, "It is said that people with similar abilities can grow even broken horns."

The horns of the Sharks are not the horns of ordinary animals, but more like bones.

This means that if Krall had such an ability, even if his limbs and spine were removed... maybe they would be able to grow back one day.

"But..." The headhunter hesitated, "The 'Big Hash' they are talking about is not a Shaq."

They found the last king of the swamp.

According to rumors, the leader of the Stoke tribe... Big Hash, who had died under the assassination of the Shadow Man, was precisely because of his death that led to the disintegration of Stoke and the re-division of the swamp.

——To be precise, he was brought here by Chai Shi.

Now he is known as "Red Swordsman".

When Da Heimei saw him, he screamed uncontrollably.

And Daharsh is the son of Luyuan, a pure human being.

"Why didn't he die?"

"Where do you think the Sharks came from?" Yamudou did not answer the headhunter directly, but asked instead.

This is really a nonsensical question.

The headhunter thought to himself.

As a genuine Shaq herself, she could only give one answer.

——Mother gave birth to it.

But obviously, this is not what the other party wants.

But the headhunter really didn’t know how to answer.

Humans, Sharks, bees, skeletons, cannibals... and everything else, shouldn't they have appeared on this continent at the same time as the birth of the world?

The only difference is that different people believe in different religions and the gods who created the world are different.

Then the origin of creation is also...

"No." Yamudou guessed the headhunter's thoughts. He looked at his hands as if to examine them - as a bee-man, he only had three claw-like fingers, but his sensitivity was not inferior to that of a machine. "The past I don’t understand either, but Chai Shi… or Mrs. Grace’s discovery has answered my doubts.”

"The place where they found the intelligent core was a shabby biological laboratory."

"It comes from the old empire."

"And there, they found a specimen of Shaq's fetus...a deformed fetus with twisted scales and bone horns protruding from the chest. This was undoubtedly a freak. If a mother was pregnant with such a child, she would be It was enough to give birth and cut open her own belly..."

"But, he was not conceived naturally."

"It was artificially created... The word 'error' was clearly marked next to it." Yamudou paused, "And according to Chai Shi, although the fetus has the Shark clan Characteristics."

"But his face is completely human."

"In addition to fetal specimens, there are also some imaging data that record the appearance of other failed products. The number of samples is beyond imagination... They have a variety of different characteristics of the current Sharks, but in the final analysis, they all have the same appearance. A human face."

The aristocratic attendant was silent for a while, and then said in a truth-telling tone:

"I suspect that these two races are of the same origin, and you Shaks are even 'made' on the basis of human beings."

"The plain-skinned people are your ancestors."

The headhunter was slightly shocked.

She did not participate in that meeting or the subsequent confidential conversations. She did not know much and did not understand, but there was no doubt that what Yamoudou was willing to reveal was only a drop in the bucket compared to the truth.

But what really touched her was,

In the tradition of the Shark people, they have always regarded other races as inferior creatures, especially humans. This can be seen from calling them 'flat-skinned people' or even 'little tender skins' - and they themselves regard themselves as With the bloodline of the gods, every ancestor is a famous and great warrior.

However, he actually said that the ancestors of the Sharks...

Is it a human being who is considered a 'flat skinned person'?

Even though the Shaq tradition of headhunters was extremely weak, she still couldn't accept it.

Not to mention...if such conjectures were made public.

What impact will it have on the real Shaq society?

"Wait, sir, what do you mean..." The headhunter suddenly remembered the original topic, and why Yamudou mentioned the origin of the Shark tribe, "The red swordsman..."

"Yes." Yamudou nodded because she was not stupid. "Grace and the others are trying to recreate a 'Shaq'."

"In other words, what Grace wants is no longer the current Sharks, but a brand new thing. They can have the scales of the Sharks, have tougher skin than soldier bees, and have the strength of a bull. , more ferocious than the Boneyard Wolves...can even breathe in the water like a fish-shaped man, or be as big as a Leviathan beast! That would be a perfect race, or a war machine."

"I don't know the specific method... The fields of knowledge stored in each intelligent core are different. Obviously, the core disassembled in that biological laboratory can interpret the technology of this line."

"It is a god-like technology that redefines life."

"And Big Harsh is the experimental subject."

"This..." The headhunter was stunned.

"Many years ago, they captured the man outside Shark Village. At that time, he was indeed near death and dying. Grace's experimenters took a casual attitude and injected him with the first tube of the drug developed. , at that time they had just deciphered some mysteries about 'madness'." A sneer appeared on the corner of Yamudu's mouth, "Unexpectedly, they were really saved and could even continue the experiment...Obviously the others were not even the first I can’t even bear the dosage.”

"I can only say that he is worthy of being the former king of the swamp?"

From Yamudu's words, the headhunter did not feel the slightest admiration.

There was a hint of sadness in her heart.

Because she had also seen the thing now known as the 'Red Swordsman'.

He...can it really still be called a human being today?

…

…

A powerful and shrill roar resounded through the wind and rain, as if a whole herd of beasts were roaring at the same time, and the momentum blew away the steaming water mist.

"Back off!" Da Gelin also roared angrily.

The members of the Hound Gang behind her had rushed over desperately to support the big leader.

However, it was faster than her voice.

A blood-red giant jumped over the blocking Big Green, fell from the sky, and hit the hounds behind her like a landslide. The next moment, countless flesh and blood collapsed, and several gang members were crushed into pulp on the spot.

At the same time, a gorgeous light turned around and slashed at Da Gelin.

A trace of blood shoots out.

Da Gelin retreated continuously and barely escaped the fatal blow.

"Big Harsh... is still a red swordsman." With her character, even if she saw this scene, she would not let the shock disturb her calmness, but her eyes were a little complicated, "No matter what you are now, you can't be called As a human being.”

The giant's eyes were red.

There was no agility inside, and his actions were completely based on beast-like instincts.

Like the walking dead.

"Shadow, person..." He spoke slowly, as if he was telling the only obsession remaining in his body.

The next moment, an even more violent attack struck!

Da Gelin was stunned, turned over and dodged. She picked up a weapon that had fallen to the ground and cursed angrily:

"I shadow your mother!"