Chapter 936 The pangolin takes advantage of every opportunity

If the Valeant Province is the place where the Valeant people set out to conquer, then the province of Batoya, which is separated by a sea from the Valeant Province, is the first pass on the road of conquest for the Valeant people.

By analogy with the map of another world, the province of Wilante is a bit like a smaller version of the combination of the Iberian Peninsula and France, while the province of Batoa is roughly located in North Africa, and its area appears to be much "generous" than that of North Africa.

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The two provinces are separated by a bay called the "Whirlpool Sea", and this sea area is much smaller than the "Mediterranean Sea" in another world, only about half the area of ​​the latter. The shapes of the two are very different.

, the opening is larger and becomes narrower towards the east, just like a buffalo horn.

Among them, the city of Avent is located in the northwest corner of the province of Batoya, in a place called Dagger's End, across the sea from the province of Wilant.

The two provinces are only 200 kilometers apart from each other. It is a bit difficult to swim across this distance, but it only takes five or six hours by ferry, and it is still slow.

Since the news of Marshal Julius's death spread, a large number of Wilrantians from all over the world rushed to Triumph City, hoping to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius.

Naturally, there are also the Velant people living in the province of Batoya among them.

They will see old friends they haven't seen for a long time in their hometown, sit with them and chat, or blow bubbles over beer, or even roll on the sheets.

And after everything is over, some of them will stay, but most of them will return to their homes in the New World or the eastern part of the Old World.

If you want to spread the "death agent" all over the world, there is no more suitable opportunity than the funeral of Marshal Julius...

On a calm sea.

Captain Malok, who was standing on the offshore destroyer, looked at the telegram in his hand and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"...If this is really true, it would be too cruel."

Due to the recent turmoil within the legion, Marshal Julius's Praetorian Guard has also been affected, and the "gene source code" that is the lifeblood of the Velant people has been lost.

He is not an expert in the biological field and does not understand those technical things, but he also knows how important this thing is, otherwise their ancestors would not have snatched it away from the hands of the post-war reconstruction committee at all costs.

, and went to great lengths to protect it.

It is said that it was said by the residents of the shelter who had helped the Velant people.

Since the Vaillant people are a race created based on a designed gene pool, as long as they master the source code of "bank construction", they can easily design a genetic weapon specifically targeted at this ethnic group.

This kind of weapon can be a virus or something else. They can attack at the micro level and the macro level at the same time, making the planet no longer suitable for the Wealand people to survive, and finally allowing the Wealand people to escape from the planet.

Disappear, as if it had never been there.

In fact, the Department of Defense of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did have this plan, and even the last folder on the Vaillant Laboratory server was the "finishing" of the genetic warrior project.

The purer the bloodline, the easier it is to distinguish it from the crowd.

The only way to break it is to intermarry with other races.

This sharp sword hanging over the heads of all Wilant people can be removed only when the Wilant people are no longer Wilant people, but become part of the human race.

It is precisely for this reason that they must keep the genetic source code of the Vaillant people strictly secret for at least 300 years. Only when the blood of other humans flows in their veins, and their blood flows in human veins, can they be truly safe.

But now, the Praetorian Guards say they messed up in the 172nd year!

Are you kidding?!

But things have already happened, so he can only accept it and cooperate with the orders of Triumph City to deal with it.

At this time, a ferry about a hundred meters long appeared on the sea level.

Looking at the black spots emerging in the distance, Captain Malok immediately waved his hand, signaling his crew and captain to drive the destroyer over, and contacted the captain on the opposite side via radio to ask them to stop the ship.

After receiving the order, the ferry on the opposite side cooperated very well and quickly turned off the engine.

However, the passengers on the ship were not satisfied and gathered on the deck one after another, asking for an explanation from the approaching destroyer.

The ferry, which is over a hundred meters long, is not too small, and there are at least three to four hundred people sitting on it.

Most of these people are residents of the city of Avent, and some live in the surrounding areas of the province of Batoya. Among them are some half-grown children and mothers holding babies.

Looking at the crowded crowd, Malok cleared his throat, picked up the loudspeaker and spoke loudly.

"Quiet, please be quiet for a moment. I am Captain Marlock, and I am affiliated with the Triumph City Offshore Defense Fleet. There is something wrong with your flight. I am here to explain the situation to you."

When someone who had something to say came forward, the people on the deck became a little quieter.

After a pause, Malok adjusted his speaking speed and continued.

"Late yesterday, we received news that someone took advantage of the political turmoil in Triumph City to steal the genetic source code of the Wilant people."

As he expected, as soon as he finished speaking, the people on the deck immediately went into a panic.

The sea surface, which had been quiet for less than two seconds, suddenly became noisy again.

"What does the theft of the genetic source code have to do with us?!"

"That's right! Shouldn't you check the boats that left? Will the thieves come back on their own?"

"Damn, the Imperial Guard is really getting worse day by day. They can even lose their genetic source code..."

"The guys from Triumph City are such trash!"

Most people are not aware of the seriousness of the problem and are just angry about flight delays.

It's actually quite normal.

Maloch himself is no different.

Although the more he thought about it and became more frightened after understanding the situation, his first reaction when he first heard it was just an "ah", and then the idea of ​​"just throw it away" came into his mind.

Compared with the disintegration of the legion, losing one thing seems to be nothing.

They threw away a lot of things.

It wasn't until the Guards told him later that that thing was the lifeblood of the Weirant people that he finally became nervous.

Looking at these noisy compatriots, Malok took a deep breath, raised his voice and continued shouting.

"You guys should really prick up your ears and listen to what I have to say! The genetic source code was stolen a month ago, and the latest information now is that there is a group of evil blue gophers hiding in the desert to use our genes

The source code has designed a virus specifically for the people of Vaillant! The name of this thing is 'Death Agent', and you should know what it is used for by the name."

"But what I want to tell you is that things are not that simple! This virus has a long incubation period of more than one month, and it is also extremely contagious during the incubation period!"

"It starts with a low fever, then a fever all over the body, until your immune system is completely overwhelmed, and finally your organs will fail one after another, and you will die in pain... The whole process will last for a year or even longer.

Until I torture you enough, until the descendants of the virus infect other people."

"So don't think it has nothing to do with you. The province of Batoya is in the northwest corner of the desert. You are the people closest to this bomb! And you are probably already infected with this stuff!"

Before he could finish his words, there was an uproar on the ship, and the boiling sound seemed to overturn the bumpy deck.

The faces were full of different expressions, some were angry, some were frightened, some were panicked and doubtful.

Some mothers have unconsciously covered the mouths and noses of their babies, or hid in places with few people.

Some people couldn't help but cough, and when they saw the surprised looks from the side, they couldn't help but begin to doubt themselves.

"Are you kidding me? A virus specifically targeting the Velantans... How is this possible?!"

"Who would do such a thing... No, damn it, these damn Guards, how could they lose something so important!"

"So there's a virus hidden on our ship? What...a biological weapon against the Velantians?"

People were shouting and yelling in confusion, as if they were crazy.

They instinctively felt that this kind of thing was too nonsense. If there were such awesome weapons, the aliens wouldn't wait until now to use them.

But soon they remembered that the genetic source code of the Velant people was strictly kept in the past, but now it has been stolen.

Everything seems to make sense.

Just like Mallock last night, they went from doubt to belief.

After all, the person standing in front of them was a captain of ten thousand, and the captain of Triumph City.

There is no way these guys who are extremely loyal to Marshal Julius would make fun of the Praetorian Guards, and it is even less possible for the Praetorian Guards to lie about such a thing.

Looking at his compatriots who were still noisy, Malok raised his voice and answered one of their questions.

"We cannot rule out this possibility, so we can only regretfully ask you to go back."

A strong man squeezed his way to the front of the crowd and glared at Malok.

"Possibility! Just because of this so-called possibility, you prevented us from attending the funeral of Marshal Julius!"

His shoulders were broad and his hands were rough, like a soldier who had been on the battlefield.

Many of the Valeant men have been on the battlefield, but this is not a distinguishing feature.

However, at this critical juncture on the front line, it is still difficult for this kind of veteran who is in his prime and has combat experience to get on a flight to Wilante Province.

However, Malok didn't know the real details of the "death agent".

The version the Guards told him was that someone planned to use the genetic source code of the Vaillant people to design a genetic weapon targeting the Vaillant people.

Looking at the glaring man, Malok said with a smile.

"You don't have to worry, the funeral has been postponed."

Everyone on the deck was stunned.
To be continued...