The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

In view of the fact that this guy provided a lot of scientific and technological knowledge, Akado went online and spent money to customize a set of packaging that met his requirements.

Skadi also returned to the topic. She took out the prosthesis and gently moved each joint.

The feedback is harsh and heavy.

After all, an operator is needed...

She stroked her chin, "Have you found volunteers to participate in the experiment?"

Accardo pulled out a stack of printed paper from the bottom of the bag and said, "We found 79 disabled people of different races and physical conditions who had lost their left hands in accidents. However, the rejection phenomenon was quite serious, and the performance of neural docking was not satisfactory."

"From the signals sent by the organism's neurons to the mechanical sensing and action, the worst case is a delay of up to three seconds, accompanied by burning pain."

Skadi looked through the information and said, "I remember I provided Hai Si's nerve sample."

"That's why there is an obvious rejection reaction," Accardo added, "The transmission system made with the Haisi nerve as a template does have strong adaptability and can be used for almost all races, but it cannot normally transmit electronic signals from the human body."

Skadi held the mechanical hand and thought for a moment, "Why not just use Hai Si's nerves? Don't copy them."

"Bio-neural docking?"

"I can make Haisi evolve a nervous system that can transmit mechanical language."

"Approximately how long will it take?"

"Three months," Skadi replied quickly, "We've never tried it before because the Agors never gave us a chance."

Akado put away the prototype body and asked, "How is Agor now?"

"Half dead," Skadi yawned, "Also, how many people do you plan to borrow from me?"

"Don't worry, I'll return what I borrowed."

The blood demon ran away without any hesitation, as he still had a lot of things to deal with.

After all, it’s the New Year.

The agreement with Syracuse is almost running out of time.

Designing a mobile city is not an easy task.

Akado returned to the "Star of David" and saw Miss Nian in the garden outside the villa, making handicrafts with some red fiber products.

"lantern?"

"It's firecrackers!" Nian smacked his lips, "This is a dangerous item!"

"How dangerous is it?" Akado became interested.

"I can hurt my brothers and sisters, provided I can hit them."

It was freezing cold, but Nian was wearing a silk cheongsam. With gorgeous embroidery, it looked like a valuable collection. Two long white legs were placed on the stone bench in the courtyard, shining white, like a sculpture with a jade luster, bright and flawless, making people want to play with them for hours.

Where does this guy get the money to buy such expensive clothes?

Akado hesitated for a moment.

When did Colombia have a Yan country tailor of this level?

Wait, he remembered that in the doctor’s memory, there were two other operators on Rhodes Island who were also behemoths from Yan Country, and they were Nian’s “sisters”.

Could it be that this dress was drawn by her sister?

Accardo changed several reference frames to observe the year.

Well, as expected, this guy is wearing nothing.

This cheongsam was painted.

As long as you "can't see it" subjectively, then this cheongsam does not exist.

He looked at the naked young lady and didn't think it was immoral.

It has to be said that the behemoth's humanoid body is indeed a perfect creation.

Even Akado would find it extremely pleasing to the eye.

Oh, if a man were to encounter this situation, he would probably have lost his mind and pounced on her.

Most people don't have the experience and knowledge of Akado. He doesn't like these mating impulses, which will interfere with rational thinking.

Normally, when Akado saw a naked person of the opposite sex, he would first feel strange. Doesn't this guy have anyone in the city who cares about him? Then he would feel disgusted. He had his own understanding of the difference between humans and beasts.

What makes humans superior to beasts is that they know how to use civilization to improve themselves and use tools to perfect themselves.

If it weren't for the fact that Nian's body was incomparably beautiful from both an artistic and scientific perspective, Akado would have looked away long ago.

When will Huafalin's figure grow to this size? He began to think.

Forget it, this is too difficult.

Nian finally realized that there was something wrong with Akado's gaze.

"Hey! Are you bullying me?!" She angrily put down the scissors and red paper in her hand and covered her special parts with her hands.

"I don't have the time," Accardo said frankly, "I was just wondering what kind of mentality you have for wandering around without clothes."

"......" Nian was speechless, but he didn't feel shy. We were all old guys, so it was okay to speak frankly about some topics.

She sighed and let go of her hands that were covering her breasts and thighs. "Forget it, just look at it."

As early as the moment the blood demon implanted the devil's spell in her, she had made all the worst-case scenarios.

It's just that this guy looked at my body, not that my power was taken away, so it doesn't matter.

Miss Nian chose to open the show.

As long as she accepted her own cowardice and failure, she was, in a sense, invincible.

As Akado said himself, he doesn't have that much time to waste.

The blood demon returned to his laboratory, got some research materials, and hurried back to Rhine Life.

There will be a promotional event about "prosthetics" the day after tomorrow.

Akado is trying every means to fool people inside and outside the industry in an effort to attract more resources.

"Oh, by the way," he suddenly called out to Nian as he was leaving the villa.

"Take me to meet the guy who drew your clothes someday."

"No problem," Nian was stunned for a moment, then agreed readily.

She gave a gloating smile.

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135. No other choice, let’s celebrate New Year’s Eve first

Before discussing the year, and even the 12 fragments it differentiated into.

We must first figure out what Simuitai is.

And, what a magical land that gave birth to these giant beasts...

Yan is a country that dominates the east. Its leader is called "True Dragon". True Dragon is afraid of the power of the giant beasts, so he set up Simuitai to govern and check and balance. Simuitai is a special agency set up by Yan country to deal with the beasts of Sui, responsible for monitoring and handling matters related to the beasts of Sui. While other countries are still worshipping gods, Yan has already deconstructed the gods and formed a special subject called Giant Beast Studies.

The Behemoth, also known as the Rising Beast, is a mysterious creature that existed on the earth long before the rise of the Terran Dynasties. In the past, more than one of them existed in the territory of Yan.

Almost all of them possess extremely powerful strength. In the past, even with the help of the oldest and most powerful of them, Great Yan was unable to completely destroy them. It only killed a few and expelled the rest from Yantu.

The oldest and most powerful "God" who finally remained on the land of Yan Country, after being forced to submit to humans, split himself into twelve fragments, each of which possessed different powers and authority, hiding in this land.

Some of them are hiding in the world, some are in high positions in the government, some have inherited the will of the original body and are trying to take revenge on Dayan... and some are being hunted by wild blood demons.

Akado kicked a huge rock to pieces and waved his hand to spurt out deep red blood, which formed sharp daggers in mid-air and tore a huge monster into pieces.

It should be called "Moliang". Based on the information provided by Miss Nian and the doctor's memory, he summed up a series of countermeasures for "Xi".

Want to recycle ink?

He watched as Mo Liang died and turned into a pool of ink that spilled onto the ground, then slowly disappeared. This was the world in the painting.

Akado stood outside the vast lake, surrounded by trees, with clouds rolling in the sky. The environment was quiet and poetic.

But the meaning of the painting is still too strong. Every scene is impeccably brilliant and detailed. This is a meticulous craftsmanship that is difficult for nature to accomplish. It is a masterpiece that only the top painters can complete through superb skills and a long period of time.

He watched the white clouds drifting by, listened to the cries of winged beasts, and saw the swaying branches and leaves, with the whole garden filled with spring colors that were different from the cold winter outside.

The clouds are painted, and the sound of the wind is also painted.

Accardo looked at it all nonchalantly and said, "It's a nice painting."

The sky gradually became higher and farther, the earth gradually became narrower, and the whole world was spinning.

I can no longer hear the singing of birds or the fragrance of flowers.

Thousands of scenes are captured in one painting.

Akado was standing in a pawn shop. In front of him was an unfolded scroll depicting the lake and forest he had just seen.

The surroundings were antique decorations, incense was lit between the screens, the ground was paved with green slate, behind was the gate, and outside was a busy traffic. The pawnshop owner sat behind the counter, flipping through a thread-bound book, and judging from the cover, the title was probably "Green House Dream".

The shopkeeper raised his eyes and said, "Sir, your clothes don't look like those of Da Yan."

"I'm from Kazdel," Akado could speak fluent Yan dialect. Perhaps there were a lot of Yan people in the Dead River... Well, basically every country had attacked Kazdel, so there would always be warriors put in.

The shopkeeper was silent. He had never heard of the place called Kazdel.

Foreign country?

He touched his chin. This is Poshan. How could foreigners come in?

Everything is full of contradictions. Akado suddenly appeared in the pawnshop, and seemed to have come back and forth from the scroll. His identity and appearance were so bizarre and abnormal, but the shopkeeper who looked very shrewd turned a blind eye to it, because in his own perspective, this unnaturally pale man just walked in from outside the door, and then stood in front of the painting in a daze for a long time.

"Then, may I ask what you want..." He thought that Akado really liked this painting and would probably pay to buy it.

"Whose painting is this?" Accardo asked him back.

“Yes, yes…” The shopkeeper was also puzzled. He walked out of the counter and stood in front of the painting, looking at it for a long time. The painting skills were even better than those of the craftsmen in the palace, but how could the author of such a painting be unknown?

The painting was sent by a storyteller, with the message "The work of painter Xi".

"The painter's name is Xi?" The shopkeeper himself was a little unsure. Why would such a good work be pawned in his shop for the price of a bun? Moreover, he couldn't remember when this happened, and he couldn't even remember the storyteller's voice and appearance.

Akado nodded, "I understand."

He left the pawnshop without saying a word.

The shopkeeper subconsciously tried to persuade him, "Sir, don't you want to buy this painting?"

"What's the point of buying a work that is not perfect?"

Akado sneered.

A little further away, a storyteller standing on the edge of the crowd suddenly stopped.

The folding fan in his hand made a crackling sound.

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry…he comforted himself like this.

I just happened to meet someone who doesn't know how to appreciate art...

The storyteller crushed the folding fan, and without hesitation, "he" rushed into the crowd of passers-by and disappeared without a trace.

Akado looked at the direction "he" left, and a deep darkness slowly dissipated in his hands.

The Blood Demon did not chase after him, but instead wandered around the town at the foot of Mount Po.