In the past, Sharlayan did not have enough confidence to protect himself when facing Nefarian alone.
Regarding the fact that he is a perfect colorful dragon, except for a few people around him who can be completely trusted, this secret has been kept very closely.
Nowadays, Sarlayan has initially mastered the biggest secret of the Colorful Dragon. Even if he can't beat Nefarian, the veteran black dragon, in terms of hard power, as long as he shows his trump card, not to mention escaping, it is not impossible to counterattack by leapfrogging.
As expected by Sarlayan, Nefarian's first reaction when he heard the news was not to greedily grab his body tissue samples, but to express contempt and suspicion.
"Perfectly colorful dragon? Ha!"
Nefarian questioned with a sarcastic face: "Do you know what you are talking about? A mere mixed-blood dragon actually claims to be a perfect colorful dragon?"
"If you are the so-called perfect colorful dragon...or, if someone has already figured out how to transform a perfect colorful dragon, then what is the purpose of all my years of research? Is it just a waste of time and energy?"
Sarlayan was not surprised by Nefarian's skepticism. He said calmly: "Don't deny it in a hurry. Do you think that with my current identity and status, it is necessary to spread such lies that can be easily exposed?"
Are you panicking?"
Nefarian's brows twitched slightly: "Then what do you mean? I don't think a wise and evil behind-the-scenes chess player like you would use such a thing to make me happy."
Sarlayan sighed helplessly: "So didn't I say that I am the perfect colorful dragon in your ideal?"
"Let's see."
Without waiting for Nefarian to question again, Sarlayan stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of Nefarian. Four stable and strong powers lingered in his palm at the same time. Only the power of the earth belonging to the black dragon showed
Very vain.
"This is……"
Nefarian's expression changed many times in one second, which showed how complicated his mood was at the moment.
There are some things that no matter how much you say, you won't be able to win people's trust. It's better to just show actual evidence.
Nefarian ignored Sarlayan's poor use of the power of the earth. He held his breath piously and concentrated on feeling the other four very stable powers.
"Time, dreams, life, arcana, this...how is this possible!"
Nefarian's expression was distorted and he began to doubt himself: "Impossible! I have studied colorful dragons for tens of thousands of years! In order to advance the research progress, I have brought countless five-color dragons to the experimental platform! How could anyone
You can go ahead of me!"
"If there is such a person, he must have gone through a lot of experiments to get the final results, but I have never heard of anyone secretly hunting a large number of five-color dragons!"
"Don't get excited." Sarlayan took back his power and spread his hands to explain: "Although it is difficult for you to accept this, in the way of scientific research, talent and a flash of inspiration can play a greater role than simple
Efforts are more useful.”
"As a scientific researcher, you should also know this truth."
[True, just like materials science, a metaphysics major called Tiankeng, no matter how rich the theory or preparation is, it is not as good as Ou Huang's sudden attack. 】
[Please don’t mention it, ptsd...]
Yin Nasi's success is not just a simple flash of inspiration. The knowledge of genetic engineering from another world has given her a very solid foundation. However, there will inevitably be some luck in the final step of success.
"impossible……"
After the initial excitement and resistance, Nefarian gradually realized the reality and fell into self-doubt and disgust.
He staggered back to sit on the chair in the lounge with dull eyes, holding his head in his hands and muttering to himself in a low voice.
Sarlayan didn't want to explore what exactly he said. It seemed that it wasn't anything coherent or valuable.
"Ta! Come to your senses!"
Sarlayan snapped his fingers next to Nefarian's ear, barely attracting his attention.
"That's all you've been holding on to for so many years? If your faith collapses so easily, how can you still call yourself a seeker who seeks the truth at all costs?"
After all, Nefarian is also a senior black dragon with an age of more than 10,000 years. Stimulated by Sarlayan's deliberate irony, he quickly adjusted his mentality.
"Breathe~blow~"
After taking a few deep breaths, Nefarian managed to control his emotions. He looked at Sarlayan with complicated eyes and asked: "What is there to say now? My efforts at all costs over the past ten thousand years are like...
A pathetic clown."
"Others can easily achieve the results that I can't ask for. This world is really unfair."
"fair?"
Sarlayan sneered and asked: "You were destined to inherit the Black Dragon Legion as the prince when you were born. Is this fair to those black dragons who were born at the bottom but are determined to climb up?"
"Don't be stupid. Absolute fairness cannot exist in any world. Everyone's birth and talent will be different, and the final achievements will be very different."
"You are indeed very talented in genetic engineering, but you don't really think that you are the undisputed eldest brother in this field, do you?"
"There is heaven outside the sky, and there is someone outside the world, my uncle."
Nefarian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Before today, I was indeed very confident in my professional abilities, but..."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now."
Nefarian took a deep breath and looked at Sarlayan with curiosity in his eyes: "Tell me, who is the person who came up with the perfect colorful dragon research results before me?"
"Ha..." Sarlayan rolled his eyes and sighed: "It seems that the blow you received was really serious. Your originally smart brain has become stupid."
"Do you think anyone can use my body as a test subject? Why would I ask my mother to supervise the work?"
Nefarian, whose brain was a little confused, was stunned for a moment, and then showed a rather confused expression.
"You mean...Yin Lainastasa?"
"Why have I never heard of her research in genetic engineering?"
Sarlayan smiled and shrugged: "Because my mother is not as high-profile as you in this regard, and the way she obtained research samples is relatively aboveboard."
Yes, it's just relative.
Yinasi will not kidnap an entire dragon and put it on the experimental bench like Nefarian, who everyone yells at.
She will make use of her identity as the previous generation demon king of the dragon clan, and use coercion and inducement to make the other party voluntarily hand over part of their body tissue, and will not harm the other party's life ruthlessly.
Nefarian questioned with a strange expression: "Is this okay? Are the experimental samples that can be obtained in this conservative way really enough?"
"That's why I say it's a talent gap."
Since it was inconvenient to disclose relevant information from another world, Sarlayan could only classify Yinasi's ability into the category of giftedness.
"Let's not talk about this for now. We will have plenty of time to discuss the details later."
Sarlayan raised his hand to stop Nefarian's curious questions: "As you said, we don't have much time to communicate privately. The most urgent thing is that I must first confirm your position and answer the questions I asked before.
.”
"I……"
Nefarian's mood was still very complicated at this time. He raised his hand and rubbed his messy hair and sighed.
"Give me some time to collect my thoughts, let's..."
"Boom!"
A series of explosions suddenly came from outside the door of the lounge that was sealed by the power of shaping. Sarlayan and Nefarian both looked surprised.
"This power fluctuation..." Nefarian touched his chin in confusion: "It's not like any giant dragon I know, nor is it like the engineering explosives made by that guy Creel... Could it be someone?
Launched an attack?"
"Did you bring anyone else here?"
"No...that's not the case."
Sarlayan's expression was a little weird, he smiled bitterly and rubbed his temples: "But I can probably guess who caused this explosion."
[Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here soon. It seems that Yin Nasi finally couldn’t wait any longer.]
Sarlayan rubbed his cheeks vigorously, forcing himself to put aside many distracting thoughts for the time being.
"The attackers must have gone to build and modify the Twilight Dragon's lair. You should follow the normal procedures for base attacks."
"If what I predict is correct, unless there are some special means to save your life, the guy named Creel will probably not survive today. Without his surveillance, your future actions should become much freer."
"After this riot subsides, let's find another time and opportunity to meet."
Nefarian also knew that now was not the time to delve into the progress of Inas's research. He nodded in agreement with a serious expression: "Okay... I hope the commotion here will not attract the personal attention of Deathwing."
"Deathwing? Haha~"
Sarlayan curled up his lips with a half-smile: "Don't worry, he won't dare to leave Deep Rock Continent until En'zoth's plan is ready."
"If he really dares to take the risk and return to Azeroth..."
Sarlayan's fingers traced across the space beacon engraved on his chest by someone, and he smiled meaningfully: "I don't mind getting rid of the dragon clan's biggest traitor in advance."