The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Akado drank his wine and tapped the table with his fingers twice in disapproval.

The emperor pushed the empty glass aside, took off his sunglasses, and stared at Akado with his small eyes, "We have known each other for nearly 150 years?"

"146."

"146 years ago, you met me at a concert in Leitania. And 200 years ago, you were the most brutal and bloody executioner, warmongerer, and butcher in Kazdel. But now..." The emperor smoked a cigarette and sighed, "I heard about what happened last night. You let the two puppies in the car go, and even calmly negotiated with the Longmen police officer who blocked the road... It's unbelievable."

"Can family love sharpen the fangs and claws of a most ferocious beast like you in just 10 years?"

"Hasn't the entertainment life in modern society turned you, a polar freak, into a famous rap star?"

The emperor suddenly let out a series of indescribable penguin screams. He pointed his wings at the blood demon in front of him and laughed wildly, "I see...Acardo, you are old!"

Penguin picked out a bottle of wine with a seven-digit price tag from the wine rack behind him, unscrewed the cap, and filled the glasses for both of them again.

"Perhaps," the still young and handsome Blood Demon shrugged, put the bouquet of yellow irises on the table, and raised his glass, "To friendship."

Iris has tenacious vitality and gorgeous appearance, symbolizing everlasting friendship.

"To friendship!" The penguin picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

In the steel forest outside the bar, there are countless shops, pedestrians are bustling, and cars are rushing.

This is Longmen, a mobile city-state that yearns for freedom and the economic and trade center of Terra.

003. Blood Demon of Rhine Life

Akado is a blood demon.

The blood demon of Kazdel, the blood demon of Columbia.

notorious.

He couldn't remember exactly how old he was. Only the scenes on the battlefield that seemed to be the collapse of heaven and earth and the devastation that followed the war left a deep impression in his memory.

Kazdel had been ravaged by war for years, and the land was scorched to bits. Akado had searched for many years but could not find any intact city, and naturally he could not find any complete history book.

Only by going into the National Library of Victoria and reading the heavy war historical materials filled with blood and smoke from various countries could he roughly guess what era he was from.

The streets of Longmen are bustling, with a wide variety of shops and foreign tourists walking together, chatting and laughing. The midday sun shines on my body, slightly dispelling the dampness and coldness after the storm.

Akado scratched his messy short black hair and glanced around with his bright red eyes.

The bustling street immediately became quiet, and everyone looked at the blood demon who walked out of the bar with astonishment and fear.

No one dared to admire the beauty that almost reached the limit of human cognition. They just lowered their heads, pale and motionless. Some of the timid ones had already collapsed on the ground. No one dared to run away. The suffocating feeling of being stared at by a top predator touched the body's most instinctive fear.

"Ha~" Akado yawned, not caring about how people around him viewed him. He smoothed out the wrinkles on his suit, picked up a few bottles of good wine given by the emperor as a farewell gift, and got into the sports car.

The Sarkaz are discriminated against, but what are they discriminated against for? Ore disease.

In what situations do people usually suffer discrimination? When they are in a disadvantaged position.

Akado is also a patient of oripathy, but even if he swaggers into Longmen's City Hall tomorrow, Wei Yanwu, as the city lord, will have to force a smile and treat him with courtesy.

As soon as he arrived at Longmen, the Shihuaiya Group came to greet him enthusiastically, giving him money and providing him with food and accommodation. Even the sports car that Accardo was driving was given by them.

There's nothing else to it, it's just that the knife is sharp and fast, and it can cut a thick slice from the big cake of Longmen that is guarded by countless people at any time, and scratch the table in the meantime.

The sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on the brightly painted white walls.

"The End of the Earth" - the name of this bar.

The emperor jumped off the bar and swaggered to the door, looking arrogant... Damn, that's how penguins walk. He thought he was pretty approachable on weekdays. He closed the glass door, and the small wooden sign hanging on the door that said "Never Open & Entertainment First" swung desperately with the swing of the door.

Penguin, holding a cigarette in his mouth, slowly strolled to the corner of the bar. He lay down and looked at the Archangel who was curled up under the table and shivering like a quail, and he couldn't help but sneer.

"Hey..." Angel felt as if facing a formidable enemy and looked at his boss nervously.

"Boss... Has that Sarkaz left?" The little girl from the Sakta tribe lowered her voice and asked cautiously.

The emperor was completely silent after this. He took a long puff of his cigarette and said, "So you've been hiding here for so long because you're afraid of that old antique with red eyes?"

"Yes! That's the Blood Demon, the Blood Demon, boss!" Angelus rushed out with tears in her eyes, grabbed the emperor's shoulders and shook him hard, but because the emperor did not have a shoulder structure and his body was too round, she could not hold on firmly and fell face down on the ground.

"Hey," the emperor was amused, "Is it possible that with the blood demon's keen hearing and sense of smell, you have been discovered long ago?"

"Ah...Ah?!" Archangel scratched his forehead, "But don't all Sarkaz hate Shakota?"

The two races, the Sarkaz and the Sakota, have a generational hatred that is difficult to resolve, and it can only be discovered thousands of years ago. This racial conflict is simply not clear to future generations, and the other side is the most bloodthirsty blood demon, so there is no reason for them to let go. There are countless horror stories about blood demons on Terra, and the Archangel grew up listening to them.

"Haha," the emperor hooked his penguin wings around the shoulders of the Archangel, leaned over and whispered mysteriously in her ear, "Blood demons are indeed dangerous, but that guy is a little different. Instead of killing people and sucking blood, he prefers to study academics. He usually uses legitimate channels to purchase frozen human blood from hospitals as food."

"Cough, cough, cough," Archangel was choked by the smoke rings exhaled by the emperor and couldn't help coughing.

"Boss, why...are you suddenly saying this to me?" She finally reacted and looked at the penguin who was arm in arm with her with a vigilant look on her face.

"I just discussed a business deal with an old friend..." The emperor took a few steps back, took off his cigar and extinguished it. "Anyway, it's a new job. I'm asking you to go to Tremont in Columbia as soon as possible to deliver a batch of Rhine Life's experimental instruments to Longmen."

"Then...what does this have to do with the blood demon?"

"He is the director of Rhine Life Engineering. I was afraid that your hands would shake when you delivered the package and break the equipment."

*

Accardo's face was reflected in the rearview mirror of the sports car.

The clear and bright red eyes like rubies are particularly eye-catching.

A few dark dots behind the car were reflected in his pupils - they were human figures far behind the sports car. With the blood demon's excellent eyesight, he could see that they were wearing raincoats and were hidden in the shadows of high-rise buildings, like ghosts of this city.

Accardo shook his head and drove the sports car into the parking lot outside the hotel provided by the Shihuaiya Group.

The sunlight fell on his pale and handsome skin, bringing a little warmth.

The budding willow trees swayed their branches, making a slight and soft rustling sound.

The Blood Demon lay on the lowered driver's seat, glanced at the electronic watch on his right wrist, and then closed his eyes and took a nap.

After driving the land vehicle across the wilderness to Longmen for nearly several weeks without sleep, even with his physical fitness, he couldn't help feeling a little tired.

My consciousness was hazy, as if I had fallen into a stream, and the clear water hit the scattered pebbles, making a pleasant sound.

Ping pong...

An electric torque gun drives screws into metal components one by one.

Those were gigantic hands and feet, combined on a torso also made of metal, forming a human figure several dozen meters tall.

Then, a boy wearing a white uniform, with black hair and black eyes, walked into the cockpit of the giant, and the hatch closed. Many researchers were nervously operating their instruments around them.

In the wide and even vast space, the steel giant slowly woke up.

"Number: GN-001, Codename: Angel of Power, activated successfully."

004. A Dream Called "Gundam"

Downtown, Grey Rat Street.

If we exclude the gang members, refugees, and infected people, this place is also frequented by the lowest-level office workers in Longmen. Despite the busy traffic, there are still houses with extremely low rents for those abandoned by society.

am.7:29, in the white rental apartment shrouded in the shadow of the building and out of the sunlight, dozens of black and broken windows were like dead people's eyeballs, quietly staring at the dirty and messy street.

Chen Huijie and Xingxiong, led by a police officer from the Royal Guard Bureau, walked in the corridor on the second floor of the apartment building.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air.

At the end of the corridor is a deformed and twisted iron gate.

"Superintendent Chen..." a subordinate dissuaded him with a pale face.

"Huh..." Chen Huijie exhaled a breath of foul air, her expression hard and cold, "Get out of the way."

She walked to the front of the line, looked at the iron gate, and then kicked the door lock hard. With a sharp creaking sound, the door crashed into the house.

Chen Huijie stepped in quickly, holding a standard tactical double-edged sword in his hand, crossing it across his chest.

Xingxiong followed closely behind, holding a metal shield, then took a big step forward and stood in front of Chen Huijie.

The expected enemy does not exist.

All that was there was thick blood covering every corner of the house. Like a paint bucket that had been set off by explosives, all that was seen was dried reddish-brown, turbid yellow human bones mixed with grayish-white dandruff and keratin scattered everywhere, emitting a strong and nauseating stench.

The soles of the shoes stepped on the coagulated blood, bringing an indescribable slippery feeling. Perhaps because of the huge movement just now, the blood clots stuck to the ceiling began to break, and the smelly blood dripped onto Chen Huijie's head, staining her clean blue hair.

"..." She looked at the scene in front of her that looked like a picture of hell, and began to regret not listening to the advice of her subordinates.

"Old Chen, it's time for us to go to the next scene," Xingxiong resisted the urge to retch and put a raincoat on his partner.

"Tsk," Chen Huijie sheathed the tactical sword with a stern expression, "I want to see to what extent that outsider wants to do whatever he wants in Longmen."

*

Akado had a long dream, which seemed to take place in several different worlds.

In the dream, humanoid war weapons called "Gundam" fought on the ground, in the sky, and even in the vast universe, engaging in a bloody struggle with different forces.

In the cruel battlefield, there are always young boys and girls driving Gundams and shining brightly. At a young age, they show the demeanor of a god of war, sweeping away countless battle-hardened pilots and achieving great achievements.

Then, in various warships, countless bloody love tragedies were staged in which young boys and girls cried their hearts out in the cockpit or on the deck.

It's really like child's play...

Accardo opened his eyes, rubbed his sore temples, and felt like his brain was about to split apart. It was not because of those young people's tattered and weird love stories, but mainly because of the various theories and practical processes of Gundam manufacturing that he had seen in his dreams and was forced into him at once.

Blood Demon left the cockpit and breathed in the cool air outside to sober himself up a little, then locked the car door and walked quickly into the hotel. He had to find a quiet place to record the inspiration and knowledge system of the other world that burst into his mind.

The waiters sent by the Swire Group were of excellent quality. Faced with Akado, whose mental state was obviously not right and the sense of oppression that stabbed him like a knife into his heart, they were still able to maintain basic respectful etiquette while being extremely frightened.

In the platinum luxury suite on the fourth floor, Feather Pen put on a white nightgown and lay on the big bed, worrying over the heavy book spread out in front of her. Her eyebrows were furrowed, she bit her left thumb gently, and held a carbon pen in her right hand, writing and drawing on a draft book.

The sunlight shines through the long window, falling on the exquisite body wrapped in thin cloth, revealing the unique youth and beauty of a girl. A pair of white and cute little feet stick out from under the skirt and sway around the corner of the bed.

The door suddenly opened, and the Blood Demon strode in. He took a look at the feather pen and went straight to the next room. After all, it was a luxury suite with a standard layout of two bedrooms, a living room and an entertainment room.

Someone had thoughtfully prepared a series of clerical supplies and a data processing terminal in Akado's room for him to carry out basic theoretical research.

The Blood Demon took out a carbon pen and neatly drew one sophisticated and complex device after another on the manuscript paper.

Until dusk, when the sun set in the west. The wine-red glow spread across the room, turning everything red, like the Syracuse people who died in the stormy night. Akado's shadow was stretched out long, extending along the armchair to the end of the bedroom, like a stream. In the sparkling water, one could faintly hear the wailing and sighing of the living, as if there were countless souls of the dead flowing there.

The manuscript papers on the desk piled up into a small mountain, and two boxes of empty carbon pen refills were thrown into the trash can.

Feather Pen had changed his clothes without him noticing. He went downstairs and moved the "Bloodhound" that Akado had stored in the sports car to his bedroom. He carefully wiped the water stains on the surface of the armor with a dry cloth, then cleaned the gaps between the metal components with disinfectant alcohol, and finally sprayed desiccant and air freshener on it.

After she finished everything, she went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on a simple and plain nightgown, made a cup of hot coffee and put it on a tray, then sat at the end of the bed in Akado's bedroom, holding the tray, and quietly watched the blood demon work.

The blood demon was writing a complex formula in front of a structural diagram.

The tip of the pen moved back and forth on the manuscript paper, making a tiny rustling sound, and then stopped abruptly at some point.

Akado suddenly stopped writing.

Well, we encountered a technical bottleneck.

The fair and broad palm was placed on the desk, and ten light blue rings stood out.

As soon as he stood up, Quill came closer and gently handed him a cup of still warm coffee.

"Director...Father, thank you for your hard work," the girl's soft voice was like wind chimes ringing in the night, pleasant and clear.

The short gray-black hair was still slightly stained with moisture. When you get closer, you can smell the scent of shampoo, like shampoo mixed with citrus fragrance.

The girl's soft and white cheeks were close at hand. Because she had stayed in the bathroom for a long time, there was still an indelible blush on her face, which was pink and very tempting.

Akado took the coffee, sat back in his chair, and drank it slowly. "Have you finished the fourth lecture?"

Quill blinked, a smile hidden in his eyes, and explained in a low voice, "The curve of the change of atomic structure and temperature difference has not been mastered yet..."

But just as she expected, after drinking coffee, Accardo did not scold or rebuke her. He still had a cold face, but he still said something in a gentle tone, "Go get your draft book, pen, and book, and I'll tell you again."

The feather pen smiled, agreed obediently, and then trotted back to her room briskly.

In the white porcelain cup, the coffee vaguely reflected Akado's profile.

Of course he knew that his adopted daughter was acting like a spoiled brat, but he always tolerated it again and again.

He is the director of the Rhine Life Engineering Department. If he wants to avoid being bullied by villains in the dark regarding research funding, he naturally has to give lectures to the top students from the sponsor's families.

As a professor or mentor in the academic field, he has always been notoriously strict. He has never been so tolerant of any of his students when it comes to questions that can only be answered through long-term, repeated and careful thinking. He always refutes them coldly and forces them to challenge the limits of their thinking with harsh words.

But when it came to the feather pen, those methods of acting cute, which he thought were clever, actually touched the softest part of his heart, making him sigh and slightly melt away his indifference.