Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 629: The idea of ​​genetic ascension

"I hope you can adjust to your new body, soldier."

This elven language made Mazov's eyes open a crack, and his body felt very heavy, making it difficult to effectively control it.

The last scene was still in his mind. He threw the Crow Feather Cloak to Rascal, fought to the death with the vampire-turned-Catrin, and smashed the head of the Czarina with Tyr's thunder hammer, but was also struck by the strong force of death. The wind shrouded me, and the blessing of the goddess of life only delayed it for a while.

He tried hard to open his eyes and found that they were covered by a glass cover, with a large number of mysterious runes forming light and moving around, and the blue light enveloped the empty room.

"I said the problem won't be big. From theoretical inference, the possibility is infinitely close to 60.00%, and it won't turn into a strong corpse."

Mazov turned his head following the source of the sound and found the figures of three elves, two of whom he did not recognize, and the man with his arms folded across his chest was none other than Imric, whom he was familiar with.

"What on earth is going on?!" He raised his hands in front of his eyes and found that there were many scars missing on his palms. Only some calluses indicated that he might be a farmer. His voice also changed and was much clearer than usual.

It terrified him, who the hell would have thought he would be like this after death.

As the glass cover was opened, Imrik took a few steps forward to clear up this trivial doubt.

"You were resurrected, not in the form of an undead. Your soul was taken away by Oliveira with the ancient holy relics before entering the kingdom of the gods. Congratulations, you have become the master of your own life, not a puppet of the gods. "

Mazov straightened up from the metal platform, still acting in disbelief, but his clear brain was running quickly, and he quickly guessed why Imrik did this.

He sighed, tightened the unfamiliar palm,
"Well, I don't deny that this approach is beneficial to both sides. The Patriot Army will gain the light of martyrdom, and Caledo will also have a human leader who obeys management. But at least tell me."

"And, and...what happened to this body? You killed someone to get me in?"

"No, I won't do such a thing. The mortal body is too weak. Although the mark of the gods on your soul has been erased, but it is forcibly stuffed into the mortal body, the greatest possibility is to become a cripple with atrophied limbs. You The current body is based on the original body and was cultivated using a lizardman hatching tank. Some adjustments were made during the process, but it is definitely much better than the original one."

These words made Mazov feel at ease. It was not impossible to seek benefits for Kislev in another place. Now that he was dead, he needed to change his identity if he wanted to continue to shine.

The mage in white robes came over carrying a recording board and specifically added,
"Some unique things have been added to your body, mainly some of Damian's muscle tissue. Although it is impossible to replicate the power of Nephalem, it is far stronger than fragile humans."

This unfamiliar term made Mazov frown. He noticed Imric's unnatural look and knew it was best not to ask about the situation.

"Okay, okay, it seems that the contract has been modified by the employer without authorization, from eight years to a lifetime. Can I ask what the salary is?"

Imric was a little surprised that the villain accepted his identity so quickly, but he soon understood.

A new life can make up for all the regrets of the past and change to a different lifestyle. He is a smart man and knows what he wants to do, so the pressure becomes extremely minimal.

"It depends on your performance, but vodka and Daliba are enough."

The villain smiled, took the clothes handed by the mage and put them on.
"That's enough. Freedom of eating has been my wish for most of my life."

The newly resurrected villain was taken by another mage to conduct various tests. Although this plan came out of nowhere, fortunately there were many technologies at hand, and a solution was quickly thought of.

Use the lizardman's incubation tank to breed the body and obtain the best tool without any flaws to facilitate the investment and drive of the soul.

This was to prepare in advance for the six long-dead dragon princes. Imrik originally thought so, but some accidents would always happen, such as Damian's body tissue.

After two hours of various tests, the court mage quickly came to a conclusion. Hardaris was a little unbelievable, but his eyes were a little fanatical. He stared at the record book in his hand and said,
"It's hard to imagine that the maximum range we expected was based on the Lizard Warrior as the standard, but now it exceeds the Giant Lizard in terms of strength alone, and its agility is better than the Skink. It's like a smaller version of the Chosen of Khorne. This is only 5.00% The proportion of body tissue, if all were replaced..."

The mage felt inspiration appear in his mind. In the past, his research was always on external technology. Why not focus on the adjustment of race, Mishan's various comprehensive abilities, Damian's terrifying physical strength, Iron Wolf's spell talent, if the elf With these...he thought about the racial ascension that Imrik had boasted about during his free time at the Sanctuary, and this opportunity might be there.

Holy Grail Knights rely on divine power to become supermen. All members of Caledor are like this. Isn't it much better than cumbersome and unusual rune equipment?
Imrik interrupted this thought, his deliberately lowered tone full of anger,
"You secretly throwing Damian's body tissue into the incubation tank behind my back is already a death sentence. We don't have any experience to draw on to provide ideas, not to mention the consequences and hidden dangers of doing so. You want the Caledor elves to become A monster like a Chaos Egg?!"

Hadaris shrank his neck, and his mind became clearer. When he was operating the incubation pool in Awakening, he and his colleagues followed the procedures explained by Lord Croca step by step.

As a result, my brain got hot and I thought it would be too wasteful to use an ancient holy treasure like an incubation tank to hatch a human body, so I put Damian's flesh and blood in the research room together to see if it would work.

Although the effect was good, it still caused Imrik to be furious. If he and his colleagues had not been overly useful, they might have been thrown into the crater to experience a barbecue feast.

But there is always a way. He doesn't believe that the prince has no covetousness for this power. To do these things, a lot of experiments must be carried out. Although Caledo has no such case of dedicating himself to research, then he will give the idea to others. On the body.

"But Druzi shouldn't mind turning into Chaos Eggs. Although Moras used black magic to transform their body structure, as long as the traces of black magic are removed through some processes, there is no essential difference between them and Asul.

As you can see, Mazov's current body only has 5.00% inferior tissue, which can reach such an exaggerated level. Even if the controllable result of the research is downward, it can still provide us with great help. You have a lot to worry about. Everything can be solved.

Mishan and the others have strong chaos resistance, and their special energy mark cannot be faked. Even the spirit of change that escaped from Lothern will leak clues when pretending. "

The mage's voice became smaller and smaller. This did seem a bit inhumane, but the temptation was indeed amazing. If the technology was successful and controllable, he had already thought of Caledor's future grand occasion.

It was inevitable for Imrik to be moved by the mage's words, but the hidden dangers were too huge. Genetic change was a long-term matter, and it would take time to know whether it was good or bad.

Many times I wonder if I and my son can still be considered elves. The phenomenon of dragon transformation is too obvious. Whose elf kid speaks dragon language when he calls daddy.

But is this entirely a bad thing?Not really.

After thinking about it for a long time, Imrik never made up his mind, but it seemed too wasteful to allow this considerable power to be stored.

This devil's cage is in his own hands. It is a bit difficult to decide whether to escape because of fear of its power, or to find a way to control it.

Finally, he made his decision,

"Go and explain this matter to Masno. Capture some Druzies and establish a secret research base. I will send people to closely follow the relevant research reports. If we don't get any positive feedback within 30 years, this plan will be permanently banned."

Hadaris looked surprised and was wondering whether he should ask Iron Wolf to draw blood. He had already thought of the thousands of mages in the future, which would be much better than the reckless soldiers.

Imrik knew what the mage was thinking, and he sighed in his mind whether he had given them too much power to even think of genetic ascension.

To do this kind of thing in a world based on magic, either you are crazy, the world is crazy, or those old sages are crazy.

"But before that, six humanoid structures are made according to the expected plan. The Tomb Giant Scorpion has been sent over. Please help me figure out the soul control system on them."

"Yes, yes, yes, your will." Hardaris was busy squeezing out a little more time for himself, writing the next itinerary on the record board, thinking about the design of the structure.

The Tomb Scorpion is a large structure controlled by the Lich Priest. Its core component is the remains of the controller, but the prince does not intend to send the remains to the structure, so he needs to find a device that can accommodate the soul.

It takes a while to get it done, but that's not the point.

The mage raised his head and looked at the human being in the secret room who punched through the steel plate. Thinking of the genetic ascension that the prince said at that time, he almost had an orgasm in his head.

(End of this chapter)