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    What do they want to do?

    "I also do not understand¡ª¡ª"

    General Bartram popped the cigarette butt in his hand, drew a shining arc in mid-air, and said, "If you want to talk about the purpose."  "

    This has overturned the original plan to transform the world.  In fact, the appearance of the living corpse was completely unexpected.  As for viruses and evolution, they have given us fundamental power that surpasses other countries.  I've long thought living corpses were part of the plan.  They should be biochemical weapons with strong transmission characteristics.  It wasn't until I was forcibly ordered to enter the underground shelter that I realized I was wrong.  "

    "Forced order?"

    Lin Xiang keenly captured the key words in the conversation: "Who gave the order?"

    "That's a telegram. It's from a controlled air force base in Nevada."

    Bartram seemed to see through what he was thinking, and said: "It's probably a certain Rockefeller. They occupy a dominant position in the group and are also the most united group of superpowers. We have no choice, we can't resist, and we can't deal with all the people."  The world issued an early warning signal. Even if we did announce all this at that time, who would believe it? Even if they believed it, what could really be done minutes before the nuclear missile fell?"

    "Everyone has their own choices. We need the world to spin according to our own intentions."

    The general said sarcastically: "I don't like niggers, but I have no prejudice against them. This does not mean supporting or denying a certain person. My ideal is to save all mankind. This is not a boring and unrealistic fantasy in a novel.  . I can do it, and I have a sufficient number of supporters. Kill one group and save another group. This is actually survival of the fittest. The law of the jungle also exists in the human world. But the outcome of the matter."  "It's not the scene I imagined."

    "Because I am disappointed, I am angry."

    Lin Xiang added coldly: "So, the so-called "Redeemer" group appeared?"

    "It's not really a split. We are just a group of exiles."

    Bartram¡¯s voice became a little depressed.  He laughed "hehehehe" and said: "Our main base is on the east coast of North America. I have never understood why Rockefeller gave us such an important stronghold. Now it seems that they should have started from the beginning  , we had already made plans. Nuclear counterattacks from other countries immediately destroyed the most important cities and gathering places on the territory of the United States. The ground foundation was completely abandoned. We did not have many inventory resources and did not have enough strength. We could only  Seek assistance from the core of the Knights. In fact, the "Redeemer" only exists in ideology. There is no real split between us and the Knights. As long as they can provide enough benefits in exchange, we are still the Skeleton Knights. The essence and  The form makes no difference. After all.¡±  "No one is an eternal enemy."

    ¡°I don¡¯t think so¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    Lin Xiang¡¯s voice was calm, melodious and magnetic: ¡°The fact that you are sitting here is enough to explain the problem.¡±

    "I still say the same thing - if it weren't for Claude, I would never want to see your more beautiful face than a girl -"

    Bartram spat hard at the ground and said coldly: "Claude is the most important person in my life. He died because of you. This will never change."

    ¡°He will always be my friend and one of the people I respect the most.¡±

    Lin Xiang solemnly emphasized: "This will never change."

    Bartram stared at him, with thick red blood vessels appearing on his face and bulging on the surface of his neck.  He was breathing heavily, and the depths of his eyes were filled with sadness and anger, loneliness and helplessness.  "." After nearly ten minutes of silence, he slowly opened his mouth and sighed in a dry and sticky voice: "".  "Tell me! What do you want from me?"

    "I need the unreserved support of the "Redeemer" group¡ª¡ª"

    Lin Xiang doesn¡¯t want to continue to be confused about this issue.  He made the request straightforwardly: "I need materials, manpower, and intelligence. All, the most comprehensive support."

    Bartram tilted his head and looked at him seriously: "It seems that the United Doctors Association beat you badly? You should be an omnipotent emperor, instead of running back to report to your parents after being beaten up.  Little brats asking for help from adults. Don't tell me you can't defeat those guys. They seem powerful but actually don't have much power - human beings have been divided into two social levels: ordinary and evolved. This simple truth  , you should know better than me."

    "I need you to help me guard the Skeleton Knights. In addition, I need all the information about Rockefeller. Before and now."

    ?Lin Xiang looked at each other calmly, without any emotional changes in his eyes: "We should be friends. Not just because of Claude. We can rebuild the world according to our own ideas."

    "I have given you many things."

    General Bartram obviously didn't buy it. He sneered and said: "Those materials are enough to give birth to a super group. You got the empire. Moreover, you now have far more power than us. To be honest - the whole "  The "Redeemer" group only has two parasitic generals. It is impossible for us to help you fight head-on. That would be tantamount to suicide."

    "But you have an army. Tens of thousands, a powerful army armed in a short time relying on a huge material base¡ª¡ª"

    Lin Xiang added to his previous words: "The United Doctors Association has at least two million clone soldiers. Even if they are all annihilated, it will only take a month at most, and the lost troops can be continuously produced from various cities of life. This kind of terror  The power is equivalent to the regeneration of severed limbs. I can't compete with them in numbers. At least, not now."

    "Those are the lowest level of clone soldiers¡ª¡ª"

    The general glanced at him calmly: "You should have many ways to deal with them. I know both Crixus and Laura. I can also tell you good news for free - there are no parasitic generals in the United Doctors Association. Although  Research on such projects has been ongoing since the old days, but they have never produced the corresponding potion.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Boy.  "." If I guessed correctly, you should be very powerful now.  You can smash their heads in with one punch and completely reverse the defeat.  "

    "Can you guarantee that Rockefeller will not launch an attack on the Empire while destroying the United Doctors Association?"

    Lin Xiang did not answer directly, but asked another question.

    "This is your own business. Sorry, I can't help you"

    Bartram suddenly grinned.  He smiled with gloating, full of contempt and ridicule: "After you die, Claude will have someone to keep you company. Just like you said - you are friends." The slightly gentle air in the room became dull again  And became solemn.

    "Is this your final answer?"

    Lin Xiang narrowed his eyes and looked at him, and said: "Or, I should ask Captain Suoke to bypass you and have a good talk with other "Redeemer" senior officials."

    "it's up to you."

    Bartram stuck out his tongue and pursed his lips, and said sternly: "But I promise - you can't get a better answer than now."

    Lin Xiang's thick eyebrows twisted together. He slowly stood up from the chair, took a deep breath, and said in a complicated tone: "It seems that there will be no results from our conversation?  "

    "I've never liked people like you."

    Bartram made no secret of his hatred and anger: "From an unknown little person, I tried to climb to the top of power with the help of external forces. I have lost confidence in this world. I just did the last thing according to Claude's request.  .You have no right to order me, and you have no right to get anything from me. Whether it is the United Doctors Association or the Skeleton Knights. As early as more than ten years ago, I was completely desperate. The so-called poor Claude is dying  The illusion before. That kind of east will never appear, let alone be possessed by you." After saying this, he stood up from the chair unsteadily, shaking his head decadently and tiredly: "Whoever you want to fight, that's  It's your own business. It's your freedom to talk to whomever you want. When I set off from the base, I blew up the communication connection network set up on the bottom of the sea. You can sail your own boat across the ocean and communicate with the "Redeemers" on the coast of North America.  "Get in touch with the headquarters and see if they are interested in you. I'm old and tired. The world has changed. I can't see the future and don't want to know what will happen in the future. What if."  "If you are really Claude's friend, don't stop me and don't continue to talk those useless nonsense. I just want to find a quiet place to live alone. No one can find it."  ""

    Looking at this stooped old man, the light in the depths of Lin Xiang's eyes shook slightly.  He never imagined that the conversation would turn out like this.

    This is not the result you want.  But it is the most reasonable ending.

    Bartram was right - he had no obligation to continue to help him.  What you should do and what you want is your own business.

    No matter what horrifying plans the conspirators of the olden times drew up, they were all illusory and ethereal fantasies.  Only the present that can be seen with the eyes and touched with the fingers is the reality that must be grasped and grasped.

    Without any unnecessary words, the general's back slowly disappeared in the deep corridor.

    From beginning to end, Lin Xiang never??I said something to save him.

    That would be redundant and meaningless.  He just needs a quiet place to live - not because of decadence, but because the gap between ideal and reality is too big.  Can not accept.  "." Or maybe it's the realization of another way of life!

    Land and ocean divide the world into disconnected areas.  Asia's "redeemer" no longer exists.  As for those people in America, no one knows what they will think.  Enemies or friends can only be understood after real encounter

    "."

    The empire is running at an unprecedented speed.

    According to the emperor¡¯s order, all non-pregnant female clone civilians underwent artificial insemination at various medical stations.  The production procedures of the 6571 base have also been modified, and the output proportion of female synthetic life forms has been changed from the original 65% to 98%.  As for the remaining two percent, it is used to produce enhanced male individuals - they no longer become civilians like before, but serve as sex providers, providing sufficient genetic genes through nurturing.

    The empire does not have enough material as a protein base.  However, by accelerating the evolution of the number of civilians, the balance of strength and weakness with hostile forces can be completely changed in the future.  No matter in any era, population is the key to determining the outcome of a war.  A new batch of slave soldiers has arrived in the imperial capital.  Their number reaches more than 50,000.  They are Stone.  Sarraton carefully selected the most fierce, cruel, and murderous guys among millions of slaves in the mining areas.  Although most of them are ordinary people without the ability to evolve, they possess a tenacity that is unmatched by ordinary people.  In the words of Fatty Hei, the mine supervisor: "They are all fighting dogs fed on human flesh. As long as they are given generous enough rewards, they can do anything and kill anyone -"

    The latest battle manual has been released.  Among the provisions that all soldiers must memorize by heart were the definitions of prisoners of war and surrenders that were completely revised.  Phrases such as "The battlefield is over" or "Abandon weapons and surrender" were completely deleted.  The only ones who can be forgiven are those who lay down their weapons before the battle breaks out.  From the beginning of the battle, all combatants no longer have the opportunity to become prisoners of war.  From the moment they took up arms, they were already on the opposite side of the empire.  There is no other ending except death

    "."

    The Tribunal stands opposite the palace.  There is the second tallest building in the imperial capital.

    It does not use the Gothic spire commonly used in religious buildings in history, but adopts traditional Eastern temple construction techniques.  The nine-story overlapping tower is more than 50 meters high, with a giant all-copper bell weighing more than dozens of tons installed on the top.  The building is entirely black, and the black and white dragon that serves as the symbol has been modified into a cold, skull-like pattern.

    Sitting on the spacious golden throne, Lin Xiang felt that his whole body was filled with uncontrollable anger and ferocity.  Yang Hua is dead.

    This news has been repeatedly verified nearly twenty times.  In order to obtain the detailed information before his death, Griffith's Intelligence Agency paid the price of hundreds of agents.

    The only good thing is that Yang Huajia was sent back safely because of his genetic obesity.  It is precisely because of this that the tribunal controlled by Xu Na was rewarded with more powerful power.  And the judge who risked his life to bring back the gene gland from the battlefield was promoted to the chief judge in black.

    Looking at the empty hall, Lin Xiang suddenly felt helpless.  He lowered his head, covered his cheeks with his hands, and sobbed softly.  He began to understand a little bit - what kind of sad mood Bartram had when he turned away from him.  He lost the most important person in his life.  It's like losing your best friend, your closest brother.

    As an emperor, Lin Xiang cannot express his feelings heartily in front of other people.  He could only hide in a corner where no one was paying attention and cry bitterly - an emperor must have an absolutely powerful appearance in front of the public.  He will always be an unshakable existence and the most important main foundation of the empire.  Cowardice, sadness, despair.  "." These negative emotions should not and cannot appear on him.  He should be an object of worship and respect, and only the most tenacious and powerful can command the most complete allegiance.

    However, Lin Xiang knew very well that he was not a god, but a human being.

    The gene gland is just the blood inheritance of the recipient.  Using it as a basis, life can be re-cultivated that is not weaker than the body of death.  "It" is also a human being, but it is not the original living creature.  He has exactly the same appearance as Yang Hua, and even his hair style and skin are exactly the same.  He can laugh, cry, and have normal human thoughts and emotions.  But.  "." He will never become Yang Hua, never possible.  Just like Ying Jia.  "." In the old days, she was already dead.  No matter how advanced biotechnology is, it can only reproduceExpose her body torso.  After all, humans are not computers and cannot copy and instill all memories like a program.  Of course, the newly born gene will also know and be loyal to himself as the emperor.  But he would never develop the brotherly feeling he felt at the beginning.  He would never open his mouth and let himself inject poison into his molars like when Yang Hua accepted his pure blood transformation.

    The small door on the side of the throne was slowly pushed open a crack.  In the spreading consciousness of detection, a slender and graceful figure appeared.  It slowly walked to the throne, knelt down, held Lin Xiang's head buried deep in its palms with its soft and delicate hands, and rubbed it gently.

    "".  "Why are you here?"

    Lin Xiang took a long breath after rubbing his eyes vigorously.

    Of course he knew who the visitor was - that biological aura was very familiar.

    "Ying Jia asked me to come."

    With the same smile on her face as before, Elena caressed Lin Xiang's face lovingly and whispered in a doting tone: "You will be my man at any time."

    This sentence contains too many meanings.  Now Elena is no longer dressed like before - she is wearing a black robe, with a hood that deeply covers her beautiful face.  This is a typical nun outfit.  She hadn't seen Lin Xiang for a long time.  It's not that there's something wrong with the relationship between the two of them, it's that there really isn't a suitable opportunity.

    Only a few people know about the relationship between Elena and the Emperor.  Tired of continuing to deal with numbers, she became a Battle Sister Captain of the Inquisition.

    It¡¯s hard to say whether this choice is right or wrong.  But no matter what, Elena knew that she would never accept any man except Lin Xiang.  !  .
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