The stone core meat feels like a ball of soft and warm cotton in your hands.
Garen held it and smelled a faint fragrance that seemed to come from his arms. It was not transmitted from the air, but the smell really came from his arms.
This feeling was very strange. It was as if his palm suddenly turned into a nose, and he even seemed to feel something similar soft touching the end of his nose.
He walked to the middle of the basement, put the stone core aside, picked up the basement shovel and started digging on the ground.
This is inside a stone house, so the excavated ground is also part of the entire stone.
Garen dug a small pit and stopped. Then he picked up the stone core meat on the edge and put it in gently as if planting seeds. After placing the stone core meat, he took out a black flower branch with knots on it.
Pick up a few small black fruits and crush them gently.
A few drops of black juice slowly dripped down the fingers onto the upper surface of the stone heart meat.
Hiss....
A clear stream of white steam evaporated, carrying a pungent and choking smell.
Suddenly, the stone core began to slowly squirm, like an extremely viscous liquid. It began to spread and flow around, covering a large area of the surrounding land.
Within a few minutes, a large piece of light yellow flesh film covering the ground was formed, and it was still stirring slightly.
Garen stood at the edge and waited quietly.
As time passed by, the flesh membrane on the ground gradually became darker in color and turned slightly gray.
Tear...
A hole slowly opened in the center of the fleshy membrane, and water vapor seemed to be coming out of it.
Garen's eyes were fixed on that place, that crack-like place, and he couldn't see anything dark inside.
As time goes by, the crack becomes larger and wider.
Gradually, the entire crack slowly formed a large circular pit with a diameter of about two to three meters, and the color of the entire fleshy membrane gradually turned into black. It no longer squirmed, and became increasingly stiff and solidified.
Garen once again took out the two halves of the stone ball shell containing the stone heart meat. He gently peeled some powder off and sprinkled it evenly on the four corners of the meat membrane that had turned into a pool of black meat.
Suddenly, the flesh pool that was still moving slightly stopped moving completely. It became more solid and condensed.
"It's... my biochemical pool." Garen felt relieved. Finally, according to the records on the Nengmai Master's training method, his first biochemical pool was finally successful. Although the whole process was very simple, he
He has always been on tenterhooks, after all, this thing is the key to whether he can survive this crisis.
He quickly brought in the prepared biochemical pool nutrient solution and slowly poured it in along the edge of the biochemical pool. Several mixed prepared biochemical solutions were quickly mixed together, and Garen squatted down. Only then did he slowly release his energy weapon master
Consciousness.
The energy mark on the back of the brain suddenly disappeared, and suddenly decomposed into a large transparent silk thread, densely piercing the edge of the biochemical pool, like needles swimming and trembling among the flesh and blood of the biochemical pool, forming many veins and blood vessels.
Something bulged.
A virtual light screen slightly appeared in front of Garen's eyes.
‘The Wild Wolf Mark is ready, please name your biochemical pool.’ The message text was displayed on the light screen.
"Let's call him Wild Wolf No. 1." Garen chose a name at random to make it easier to remember.
'Wild Wolf No. 1 has been determined, the biochemical tank has been filled with biochemical fluid, the analysis level is basic level 1, and it can cultivate first-level organisms fifteen times. It will need to be replenished later.'
The light screen displays relevant information and data of the biochemical pool.
‘Please place basic tissue.’
Garen stood up. The mark of the energy weapon on his body was still in the biochemical pool. He went out and brought in the flesh and blood of the mutant beast's body that he had prepared in advance. He dragged it and threw it into the black biochemical pool.
Plop.
The mutated beast that looked like a wild boar was directly submerged in the biochemical liquid, and soon melted like a candle.
A series of tiny bubbles continued to emerge from the biochemical pool, as well as weird sounds like gurgling.
‘Basic organization has been obtained, do you want to start manufacturing wild wolf units?’ was displayed again on the light screen.
Garen answered yes with consciousness.
This light screen suddenly dissipated. This was a virtual light screen that was directly connected through consciousness and presented in front of the energy mechanic. It could not be seen by others other than the energy mechanic himself. This also ensured the ability of the energy mechanic to a certain extent.
High degree of mystery and security.
The information fed back by Garen from his consciousness can control the progress of the biochemical pool at any time, and he can stop and restart at any time.
According to the control number of a standard energy weapon master. As a second-level energy weapon master, he can only control one mark. In other words, he can only control one cannon fodder. If there is a test bed, he can create elite units, which are the elite versions of cannon fodder, but
The test bench is not something he can obtain now. It requires a lot of materials and the technical requirements are also very high. Generally, only very wealthy mechanics dare to build a test bench at a low level, because they can use space tools to carry them with them.
Take these things with you.
To put it simply, when the energy mechanic is at the low level, he actually does the work of the ancient modulator, but takes a simple biochemical route, because the elite version of the biochemical machinery is the patent of the test bench, and generally the energy mechanic cannot do it at high levels.
You don't have to think about anything.
In addition, this profession itself requires abnormal computing power. A person without talent will be a low-level energy mechanic at most in his life. It is considered good to be able to reach the third level and fourth level energy mechanics, not to mention the higher level five.
level and inheritance level or above.
Most of the general energy mechanics on the market have level three as the limit, because the entry requirements for energy mechanics are too high, and the time consumed will increase exponentially. Therefore, if you are not talented, you will need a lot of time to practice, which is also
As a result, many energy weapon masters are only at the level of third-level and fourth-level energy weapon masters when they are seventy or eighty years old. Level four is almost the limit of talent that ordinary people can achieve.
But Garen is different. He has potential points that can increase his intelligence and calculation ability. Even with his current talent and calculation ability, he is still at the top level among ordinary energy mechanics, a standard genius. You must know that energy mechanics themselves are only computational geniuses.
Only a person with a super level can take this role, and the geniuses among the masters are the terrifying top geniuses among ordinary people.
A series of information about the situation flashed through Garen's mind, but his eyes were fixed on the changes in the biochemical pool. The milk-colored biochemical liquid that was put in was already starting to roll. The mutated beast that was just thrown in
The corpse has completely dissolved, and now some small, algae-like floating objects are beginning to appear on the surface of the liquid. And as time goes by, these floating objects are increasing.
A faint fishy smell began to slowly emerge from the basement, a bit like the smell of mutton, but also a bit like the smell of sea fish.
Garen's expression didn't change. He just stared at the biochemical liquid in the biochemical pool quietly, waiting for the results. At the same time, he also had to carefully calculate how much time a culture would take. After all, the conditions here are not standard conditions. The biochemical liquid
We have also looked for many alternatives, and the culture environment does not have instruments to maintain optimal temperature, humidity, radiation, etc. In such an environment, the general data in the recorded data loses its meaning, and an actual operation is required to calculate the unit time.
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Lion Town in the distance
Large groups of human hunters were slowly approaching on foot, numbering in the tens of thousands.
Among them, the first ones to appear were riding motorcycles behind them, and they kept making incomprehensible roars as if they were supervising them.
The hunting speed of the entire team is not very fast, but the number is so dense that it reaches the sky and the ground, as if the entire grassland field of vision is completely occupied. The number of over 10,000 people simply looks like a large area.
Vulture Town has become history. It was completely reduced to ruins behind the hordes of humans and hunters. There was not a single living person inside. Bones and rotten flesh were everywhere, and uneaten skulls and stumps were scattered on the ground.
There were dried and black bloodstains everywhere on the wall, the floor, and the door. Two sections of human intestines were used as ropes to tie to the door knocker. It was used as a rope. It took many people to find the intestines and twist them into the thickness of a forearm.
.Looks very tough and a little black.
quack!!
A group of scavenger crows descended, fluttering their wings and jumping around from time to time, fighting for carrion food.
"go ahead!!"
The second-level leader of the people-hunting crowd yelled.
"hiss!!"
All the hunters raised their heads and screamed, as if responding to the leader's call.
It can be clearly seen from the sky that at this time, Lion Town is the center, and more and more people are gradually surrounding it from all directions. Not only Lion Town, but also several other small towns, are like isolated islands in the sea.
Tottering.
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"Have you contacted the people in Doe Town?!" Dong Peilan asked in a deep voice, staring at the running communications personnel.
"No...the signal was interfered so much that we couldn't hear any sound at all." The communication personnel were trained by Mei Long. Although their skills were quite good, they had no choice but to reply to the leader due to lack of good equipment.
"Are they in Doe Town also in bad luck?" Dong Peilan murmured.
"Don't worry about it. It's only as long as it can last." Mei Long whispered from the side, "Isn't that Galleon out yet?"
"Still in the basement, I don't know what he is doing." Dong Peilan shook his head, "I have people guarding him, and we will know as soon as he comes out."
"You can't place all your hopes on him alone." Mei Long whispered.
"Do we still have a choice?" Dong Peilan smiled bitterly, "If there is no other way, who would put their hope on a person they just met not long ago?"
"How about digging a tunnel?" Mei Long suggested.
"We don't have the energy and time, and if what you said is true, the human hunters originally emerged from underground cracks, then it will probably be even worse when we dig tunnels." Dong Peilan said helplessly. (To be continued)