"Look at your feet, what kind of place is this" Charlemagne slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling to the ground.
The transparent glass floor gave him the illusion of standing in the air.
Through the thick metallic glass beneath his feet, the deep sea water became crystal clear under the huge laboratory lights, and he could see clearly what was going on beneath the seabed.
"Oh my God," he shuddered.
Under the seabed, more than a dozen ancient buildings made of huge stones can be seen at a glance, like a sleeping city, and the towering architectural shape is very similar to the pyramids of Egypt, which is extremely majestic and has a sense of historical vicissitudes.
"The Legendary City of Poseidia" "That's right" Haines's eyes were like torches, his voice was like a bell, and the long-lost youthful vitality seemed to return to his body in an instant: "But you are only partially right, this is only a corner of the city of Poseidia, but it has a very interesting place, here is the only remaining alchemy passage after the Doomsday War that can lead directly to the Moria God Domain, for so many years, I have spent countless efforts to find the remains of so many gods on the ancient battlefield of the Doomsday War, and extract their genes for cultivation, this is simply a godsend" Charlemagne looked up again, his gaze sliding around, looking at the glass cabins on the walls, most of them in their teens, some even a few years old.
After being soaked in liquid for a long time, the skin on the body is a little white and wrinkled, and it looks extremely terrifying against the red liquid.
He knew very well that these children were nothing more than carriers, genetically engineered organisms, the crystallization of the most cutting-edge embryo cultivation technology, but so many children were packed in glass cabins like specimens, which had a huge impact both visually and spiritually.
After the end of World War II, the Presbyterian Church used the resources of the victorious powers to find the Restoration Society scientist who was hiding behind the Nazi organization, but after the war, the Allies invaded Berlin, and the head of the Restoration Society's "God's Light" program disappeared into the sunlight like fog.
For a long time, Charlemagne coldly spat out two words: "You pervert" "Crazy" Haynes corrected him: "You should say crazy, I'm definitely not a pervert, but I don't deny that I'm a crazy person."
Many great people in history have been a little crazy. ” He looked at Charlemagne, who was uncomfortable, and said, "Okay, I think our conversation should be over."
Aren't you going to show me who you really are, even if I am your enemy, I deserve this respect?
” Charlemagne seemed to hesitate, and after a moment, his body made a sound similar to the rearrangement of building blocks, and with it, his body, including the suit he wore outside, was actually changing In just a second, Smith had already turned an unsmiling CIA commissioner into a black-brown man in a white suit, white leather shoes, and a top hat.
"It's wonderful," Haynes applauded, "It's a privilege to see the Moriah's transfiguration talent once in my lifetime" Before the applause landed, the handsome noble son in front of him suddenly changed again, becoming a middle-aged noblewoman wearing an eighteenth-century court-style red dress and a large-brimmed top hat.
Haines was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Very good, very good, it is really an eye-opener for me" "Doctor" Nelson walked out of the door at the back of the experimental hall, holding a report, and walked quickly to Haynes: "The report is out, the bloodline is very pure, and the fusion degree has reached 1oo." ” Nelson was visibly taken aback at the sight of Smith, who had turned into a woman, and his eyes swept over Charlemagne as if he were looking at a monster.
Haynes snatched the report from Nelson's hand, took out a monocle reading glasses from his jacket pocket, expertly clipped them to his right eye, and quickly swept his gaze over the paper.
"Very good," Haynes said, tucking his reading glasses back into his jacket pocket, "Nelson, you're here to greet our distinguished guest, and I'll go and start planning right away." ” After Haynes disappeared through the door of the lab, Charlemagne looked at Nelson and smiled, "You're half-blooded."
Nelson was triolated: "Of course the blood of God" Charlemagne laughed: "To put it bluntly, it's actually a mongrel." ” Nelson's face suddenly melted like rotten flesh, and his pupils suddenly glowed with blood, and soon his entire eyes turned crimson.
The bones on his body crackled, and the camouflage uniform that had been fitting became extremely cramped in an instant, and the bulging muscles stretched the sleeves almost apart. burst He rushed forward like lightning and punched Charlemagne in the lower abdomen.
Charlemagne took a deep breath, his internal organs seemed to have shifted their positions, and he broke out in a cold sweat in pain.
"You're not a mongrel, but how did you plant it in our hands" Nelson took out a camel brand cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said proudly puffing white smoke: "If it weren't for the doctor, let me keep your life first" He pulled out the 9 pistol from his waist, opened the safety, and pressed the cold muzzle to Charlemagne's forehead: "I will gladly make a hole in your head." ” "Ahem, ahem" Nelson's thump caused Charlemagne to cough violently.
After a long time, he finally recovered: "There is something I think I should let you know. ” Charlemagne said with a smile: "Actually, Smith can't touch alcohol, I've always known it."
Nelson didn't react at once, frowned and said, "What did you say?"
Charlemagne smiled and repeated, "Actually, I always knew that Smith had an alcohol allergy problem" Nelson was stunned for a moment, and seemed to vaguely sense that Charlemagne had something to say.
"You know" His mind still hadn't turned, but a sense of foreboding had crossed him.
"You" As soon as he spoke, a metallic cracking sound crept into his ears, and then he felt like his neck was being clung by a giant claw, and his feet were light and he was off the ground.
"Ho-ho" Nelson's throat was completely stuck, the throat where oxygen came in and out was pinched into a piece of paper, blood was squeezed onto his face, and his whole face was the color of pig liver.
He subconsciously struggled, kicked his legs, and reached for the 9 pistol in his waist.
He reached for the pistol, his finger on the cold trigger, the bullet in the chamber was loaded, the firing pin was in a pending state, and if he pulled it out and shot Charlemagne's head, control of the situation would return to his hands again.
However, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his right hand where he touched the gun, as if it had been run over by a ten-ton truck from the palm of his hand, and the bones crackled and cracked.
"Woo woo" he screamed, but he didn't make a sound, his throat was pinched, and green tendons appeared on his face, and the young and promising officer of the 6th Squad had bloodshot eyes that protruded two centimeters out of his eye sockets, and could fall to the ground at any time.
"A half-breed is just a half-blood, after all," Charlemagne shook his head.
Smack After two crisp sounds, Nelson softened like a dead fish, his Adam's apple was crushed, his wrist was completely crushed and fractured, and he died
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