I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

As for the resignation report, they had prepared it long ago. It just so happened that the alliance had vaguely begun to lay off a number of active military personnel. They could now withdraw and retire to find jobs with the Queen. They had a good time before leaving and were extremely happy.

Before the guards were activated, Veronica looked at the construction site outside where people were being buried alive one layer at a time, and sighed, "I wonder how many containers I'll have as collections by the time I leave office? I'm really looking forward to it."

Many things are not suitable for the older generation to do. As the saying goes, you will be softer when you are older, and your opponents will also understand your work style.

But the situation is different for someone else, especially a super powerful second-generation like Veronica. The alliance has been in an absolute rising period since she was born, and by the time she began to take on the responsibility of handling affairs, the alliance had already leapt to a dominant position.

Medea chose her in the end because she was in sync with the alliance that was transforming its form and transitioning to a world government.

Her growth period was shaped during the most glorious period of the alliance. She has never experienced any hard times. Everything in the country is the best and the strongest. She has also exported ideas and had practical experience.

The success of Ernesto gave her absolute confidence in her thoughts.

His vision, insight, confidence and dominance far surpass those of all previous rulers.

A unilateral and superpowerful government agency must be accompanied by a qualified mobilizer who dares to use its power and can make other countries obey.

Britian Western Liberation League

A Super Fortress slowly landed on the runway of La Broya Airport, the rear cabin slowly opened, and a convoy of three cars slowly drove out of the cabin and headed towards a manor under the guidance of a local police Beetle police car.

The vampire Duke Brauer looked at the street scenes flashing outside the window with a gloomy face. As the world war gradually subsided, the Western Liberation Alliance also had the opportunity to gain true independence.

However, the whole is still too large, and they have to split up at the request of the alliance. At this time, their internal factions are still arguing about the final division of territory.

After all, this division is a real separation, and under the strong control of the alliance, it is unlikely that they will have the opportunity to regret it, so they are biting very hard and want to get more.

This is also the headquarters of the medical company founded by Medea, and it is the destination of Brauer's trip.

Chapter 367 Fight violence with violence

To be honest, Brauer was very happy to be with the Queen, because her luck was so strong that people around her didn't have to do anything but just stand by to benefit from the overflowing luck.

Come to think of it, the size that the alliance is about to reach is absolutely unique in the history of the continent. It would be strange if it is not profound.

But he definitely didn't want to meet Medea in his current state, and the 'little gift' he brought made him feel a little guilty.

But Medea also has a little one that is about to be born~

[Commitment, integrity, and integrity. These three are the core creeds on which the Umbrella Corporation was founded, and will create a brighter and better future for all mankind...]

Brauer stood in front of the seven-story building of the Umbrella Corporation headquarters with a red and white logo. He heard the company slogan through the magical images in front of the door and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He took the nameplate issued to him by Medea and went through various elevators before finally arriving at an elevator leading to the basement.

In the basement laboratory of the medical company's headquarters, Medea and Kate were standing outside the isolation room in white coats, looking at the scene inside the isolation room reflected by a mapping spell.

I saw a corpse beast restrained sitting on a hospital bed, its whole body trembling at a high frequency, and it let out sharp roars from its mouth.

As the spine on its back continued to bulge, eventually two indescribable bone spurs broke out from between its spine.

Its spine was torn apart, and a fleshy egg sac with a mouthpart and two bone spurs flowed out from its back. The egg fell to the ground, dragging the corpse of the beast, which had completely lost its vitality, to fall on the bed, with its internal organs mixed with blood flowing all over the floor.

Kate looked at this scene with a pale face, hugged Medea's thighs and hid behind her legs, not daring to look anymore, and covered her eyes with one hand: "I'm sorry, little Kate, I almost forgot that you are still a child now."

This time Kate did not refute Medea's words that she was a child. The bloody scene just now really made her feel sick, and her stomach was still churning.

You have to know that the prototypes of most corpse beast mutants are humans. Even if she has not transformed into a juvenile form, she is still the same as before. She has killed many people and dismembered bodies are common.

But there were very few who died in such a tragic and painful way. She could see the pain on the twisted face of the almost unintelligent corpse, and that was enough to make her feel nauseated.

Medea turned her gaze back to the screen, and saw the ball of flesh trembling in the blood.

The evening of destruction is also the dawn of creation. The new life coming from the broken flesh and blood of the corpse beast is tearing through the last layer of obstacle covering the outer layer of its body, the fetal membrane.

Its trembling limbs supported it to stand up, and a slender head without eyeballs and facial features slowly raised up, observing this new world like a newborn baby.

In less than ten seconds it had learned to walk, shaking its head as it took in this cold, monotonous new world.

Through its blood-soaked body, one can see the sharp fangs under its slender head. Every curve of its limbs has sharp bone spurs, as if it was born to be a perfect killing machine.

"Untie Subject 2."

Medea gave the order in a calm voice. The staff member on standby turned his eyes away from the screen and tremblingly pressed one of the green buttons. The corpse beast that had been restrained at the other end of the room was freed.

He roared and pounced towards the monster on the ground at the first moment. The newly born monster was not afraid at all and also let out a roar and threw its limbs hard at the face of the corpse, but was knocked away by his punch.

The monster quickly got up from the ground and changed its strategy, constantly avoiding the opponent's attacks through its petite body and flexible movements in the gaps between the corpse beasts' charges.

The attack of the corpse beast seemed to allow it to complete its assessment of the corpse beast's combat effectiveness, which was too weak.

When the corpse beast pounced on it for the fourth time, it nimbly dodged the corpse beast's big hand and slipped under the opponent's crotch, with the sharp bone spur on its tail completely embedded in the opponent's crotch.

It followed the new fulcrum formed by the tail sting and crawled onto the opponent's back, then quickly rushed to the top of the head, which had only a mouthpart. The mouthpart opened and closed to an arc almost the same as that of the corpse's head, and bit the entire head of the corpse into its mouth.

"how do you feel?"

Medea looked at Brauer who was beside him. A trace of solemnity flashed in Brauer's eyes: "Its fighting instinct... is terrible."

It was looking at the screen when it entered the door, and it took no more than twenty seconds to get to the front, but in this time, a small creature that was less than one-fifth the size of its opponent had already finished the battle and started eating.

Mitia nodded and said with some disdain: "Good technology can only play its value in the hands of people who know how to use it. Look at what garbage you have produced with the biological technology of corpse beasts over the years."

With the disintegration of several major countries, the technology for refining corpse beasts has gradually begun to spread among various forces on the continent. Now, the opponents faced by the alliance army are often not the remaining rebel forces in various countries, but the small-scale outbreaks of corpse beasts that emerge from time to time.

Although such tactics are really disgusting, it has to be said that the rebel organizations behind the scenes have indeed found a tactic that can really put the Alliance army into a quagmire.

They have no military organization, and a team of three or five people is considered a large number. Such a target is too small, and the alliance can only quickly discover and quickly deploy to clear it out, but they are powerless to find the source.

Such frequent harassment tactics made the soldiers tired and consumed a lot of resources, so Medea came up with a plan to fight violence with violence.

If there is a weapon that can complete combat missions without mobilizing too many regular troops and is both cost-effective and of good quality, it seems that only biological weapons can do this.

Everyone has the technical foundation, and the Alliance naturally has one with the most detailed information. The blood clan’s own biotechnology reserves have been transferred to the Alliance for sharing, which laid the foundation for the birth of this new monster.

The corpse beast is completely controlled by the body's instinctive desires. The instinctive desires of the little monster in front of him who is looking for a breakthrough in the isolation room to escape are deliberately strengthened many times.

They had no shortage of hatching samples of corpse beasts, so the iteration went very smoothly, and the way the body mutated was solidified.

The castration of the ability to infect and spread through other means except parasitism of specific media, coupled with its instinctive desires being amplified at a multiple speed, forces its internal genes to actively change towards other ways of survival.

One of the most likely evolutionary directions selected by genes is naturally to enhance one's own combat effectiveness.

By using large-scale batch cultivation, new samples with genetic bias that meet the requirements are screened out for further cultivation. Generations of targeted optimization and iteration finally resulted in the current varieties.

The body has become extremely suitable for close combat, and physical desires have gradually evolved into pure fighting instincts under the needs of the body. The one in front of them now is the latest experimental subject.

Of course, it was named by Medea long ago, and it was called "Alien"

Chapter 368 The Original Alien

After defeating the enemy, the alien lay on top of it and feasted on it. Its body was also rapidly growing a bloody skeleton that spread around the body.

At Medea's signal, the staff picked up Kate and retreated outside the laboratory, leaving only Medea and Brauer in the room.

Brauer stood there and watched Medea walk into the closed room by herself. The alien that was eating raised its head and looked at her.

It's not that it has no eyes, but it is protected inside by a long egg-shaped shield. After all, eyes are one of the weaknesses of living things and will naturally be corrected by evolution.

The alien stood up and retracted its open mouth. Medea stretched out a hand towards it with a calm look. The alien tilted its head and made no movement. It neither attacked nor responded. The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.

After a long time, it stretched out one of its paws, and Medea stretched out his other hand again. This time its response was more obvious, and it also stretched out its other paw synchronously following Medea's movements.

Medea approached slowly, naturally avoiding the two claws as sharp as blades, and stroked the opponent's head with her outstretched right hand. The alien subconsciously nudged her with its head, and the two sides completed the first peaceful cross-species contact in a strange harmony.

In the biological iteration of the alien, the experimental material contains Medea's blood, which cannot be converted into energy for absorption by the corpse beast's devouring ability, but is instead assimilated into its body.

As a living deity of faith, the DNA information contained in her blood cannot be eliminated by any organism on its own, and this is the medium through which she establishes a relationship with them.

In terms of blood relationship, in a sense, aliens with a certain amount of Medea blood can be considered Medea's closest relatives and are their own people.

Of course, the premise is that she cannot make any aggressive moves, otherwise, according to the extremely evolved biological instincts of the alien, the creatures it judges as enemies will be engraved in its genes, and then all its descendants will regard creatures with the same aura as enemies.

This is also the reason why Medea drove everyone out. If any bastard fired a shot or showed the desire to attack at this time, all their efforts would be wasted.

Looking at the little alien who was quite affectionate towards her, Medea smiled and placed her hand on its bloody chest. A soft golden light shone in her palm, enveloping it.

With the infusion of energy, the body of the small alien glowed, and the aperture expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the gaze of Medea, the red shell around its body further spread to cover its entire body, and its body height expanded to more than four meters.

As energy continued to flow in, the red shell slowly faded back to a fluorescent white, and the body condensed back to about two meters, lying obediently beside Medea's legs.

The essence of things is energy. The energy given to it by Medea satisfied its need to activate the blood hidden in its blood. While carrying out super-evolutionary iterations, it also greatly strengthened the control over this original alien.

'Pah pah pah...'

Watching Medea walking out of the closed room with the original alien, Duke Brauer clapped his hands and walked closer, carefully observing the man-made monster.

The thick chitinous shell fits tightly to every part of its body. Different from human external armor, this biological armor will not hinder its mobility and flexibility. It has basically achieved the best external protection that a living organism can achieve.

Its explosive limbs are covered with sharp barbed bone spurs, and it has knife-like claws and fangs and a scorpion-like stinger. It can be said that there is no place on its body that normal creatures dare to touch.

Even Brauer could sense a vague sense of threat from it, which was enough to prove from the side that the opponent's current combat effectiveness was no longer the same as before.

'Your Majesty, I just happened to destroy an evil religious institution that worships flesh and blood in the Kingdom of Wilbadia and captured what they call a holy child. Now it seems that it can be used to test the combat power of your new pet.'

Medea nodded. She was also curious about the combat capabilities of the alien that she was feeding.

As the large trucks and small containers in Brauer's convoy were escorted into the underground laboratory, Mitia and others also arrived at the containers early.

'Snapped! '

Brauer snapped his fingers, canceling the sleep shield spell he had cast. Heavy and long breathing sounds came out rhythmically from the container cabinet.

Until one moment the breathing rhythm was disrupted and accelerated, and a deafening roar echoed at a high frequency in the laboratory, stimulating the surrounding staff to cover their ears in pain.

The original alien that had been lying at Medea's feet also stood up and rushed into the isolation room. It opened its big mouth full of sharp fangs and raised its head to let out a silent scream that could not be detected by human ears. Its movable jaws protruded outward with two rows of fine fangs, and waves of infrasound spread around.

Medea felt relieved when she saw this. It seemed that her idea was right. This original alien had begun to evolve towards the queen without the existence of a tribe.

It is easy to control the alien, just control the queen.

According to the most primitive law of survival, newly born aliens will automatically join the big family and become part of the new home. They will obey the orders of the alien queen, and the queen will listen to her.

Through this indirect control method, this alien group is controlled in disguise.

As if it had received a provocative message, the monster in the container cabinet slammed the door open, roared at everyone again, and rushed towards the original alien.

"Is this... Behemoth?"

Medea was a little surprised when he looked at the corpse beast in front of him, which was at least five meters tall. Its originally golden hair had all fallen off, making it look like a bald, mangy dog. Its body was covered with unconsciously proliferating flesh and blood tissue, making it look twisted and disgusting.

Brower nodded, then shook his head, looking at the huge, disgusting monster on the screen projecting the spell on the thick wall:

"It's just a bit of Behemoth's flesh and blood. According to what you said, this form is the most powerful evolutionary direction that the thing inside it thinks is the most powerful."