Alien Executioner

The hall was very quiet, as if everyone was holding their breath. Apart from the researchers dressed as waiters walking around, the only sounds were the hum of the heater and the motor. The guests' alliance quickly disintegrated at this moment, and some secretly observed Naya with awe and hatred.

Apparently, when the host said there were only three, there were actually only two left.

Everyone believed that one of them belonged to Naya, a devil that no one dared to look directly at, who could take away everyone's opportunities.

The holy place is the laboratory, which hides the core technology for making all serums. If you want to enter the laboratory to dig out this huge wealth and power, you need a ritual quota. All eyes are focused on the three boxes as they breathe. Someone will rush to grab them at any second.

This scene did not happen. Except for an S-level alien who was eager to try, all other SS-level aliens were shrewd and calculating.

"What a pity! We came all the way here, but ended up with nothing." Someone looked disdainful. "Is this a joke? Mr. Host, you didn't notify us in advance, and the train had such a big accident, and there's no compensation?"

"It's really regrettable. We are never responsible for any incident." The host confronted the man with an expressionless face.

It only took a few seconds for the man to lose his confidence.

"I know that you all believe in that ideal new world, but not everyone can be a pioneer. Moreover, the road is bumpy and accidents are the hardships we need to be tempered through." The host raised his head.

"To express our apologies, we will provide you with three doses of Drunken Dream Serum, which can effectively enhance the activity of phagocytes and improve your beauty and longevity. We will always open the door for you. Even if there is no chance this year, there is still next year, right?"

Katrina added calmly, "It's entirely up to you whether you choose to stay or quit."

This sentence brought about a half-minute of silence. Everyone was hesitant and unwilling to leave Base 002 like this.

After finally reaching the end, there were only three spots available. They all came here to obtain the core technology for making serums to restore and develop their family power. But staying to compete was too dangerous. More than 20 species were above S-level, and there were no less than five SS-level ones.

What's more, there is a greedy devil, and Naya doesn't look like he will be satisfied with just one spot.

Chapter 276 002 Base (VI)

In the following time, everyone was hesitating whether to withdraw. Three places did not mean that there could only be three winners. They all had cooperative allies. The initial investment was finally useful now, and the core technology could also be shared.

You just need to push an ally forward. If he fails, you won't lose anything, but if he wins, you can share the results.

Soon, everyone made a decision, and the host nodded as he had expected.

A red-haired woman hugged her allies, saying goodbye. Her charming eyes glanced at her friends, apologetically and teasingly. The others also said goodbye to their allies and took the initiative to withdraw from the competition.

"I'm sorry, Geoffrey, it's up to you, but I believe you." She hugged the young woman.

The other man took Giovanni's hand and kissed the back of it, like a gentleman who was leaving with regret, polite and emotional.

"I also choose to withdraw, but I'm betting my chips on you."⑤

After a moment of silence, Qiao Fu Ni nodded, "I will definitely get one of the places."

"We will wait outside and launch an attack if we don't get a quota." An old man lowered his voice beside Abbas to ensure that no one else could hear him.

"Stay as far away as possible. Xinmin will definitely think of it." Abbas also lowered his voice and observed the others who stayed behind.

"The few guys left behind are all very tricky. Be especially careful with Naya. Although she has acted harmless so far, I have a feeling that she has no interest in the technology for making serum."

"You mean there are other things here that can attract her?" Abbas became interested and lowered his head to straighten his suit.

"If there really is such a thing, I hope you can convince her to share a piece of it." The old man patted Abbas on the shoulder and said, "We are leaving. If something unexpected happens, find a way to fire a signal gun outdoors and we will come to help you."

Looking at the old man's back as he was escorted away by the waiter, Abbas raised his glass and sneered, "Maybe there is no ammunition in the signal gun."⑹

Anya listened to everyone's conversation and casually judged the people who stayed behind, especially the young woman named Joveni. She was too obvious a chess piece, so obvious that it was visible to the naked eye, and no one took her seriously.

It was obvious that this woman was being used by her allies. Although Joveni was passionate and charming, she was like a little white rabbit among a pack of wolves. She would soon be eaten up. What's more, she was only S-level. She could not beat the big bad wolves either mentally or physically.

However, Giovanni is like the protagonist of a novel, because she has the support and hope of her allies and is full of expectations for the impossible ending.

Anya wanted to sneer, but she didn't know why she should sneer. Was it because she didn't believe in the so-called hope?

If it is impossible, don't try it anymore. It will be meaningless no matter who you are.

Anya was suddenly stunned, and this thought appeared again.

That is Naija... or the character of the Abyss, constantly changing his thoughts and opinions.

"Should I also cheer you up?" An Xin looked at her silly and dazed look, hugged her and kissed her forehead.

Anya came back to her senses and shrugged, "I don't need a quota, just take it as a formality. You guys need to do something, don't just wait outside, at least find a way to sneak into the laboratory and find out where the Sorrow is."

Song Yixiao patted her chest confidently and said, "Leave it to me. I'm very good at disguising myself."

"Hey, hey! If you pat your chest, I promise you're patting yourself, not me!" Ronnie widened her eyes.

"What's the difference? It's all the same anyway." Song Yixiao looked at the maids, "But I need help. It's not safe to be alone."

The head maid looked at Anya and got an affirmative nod, "Okay, I wonder which one you need."

"What what which one?" Song Yixiao didn't understand.

“They all have talents that they excel in.”

"Are there any who are lurking and conducting reconnaissance, violently pushing the family, or loyally protecting their master?"

"It seems to be three types." An Xin said.

"Too greedy." Loni snorted, "Where in the world can you find such a perfect maid who is so loyal to her master?"

"Yes." The head maid nodded, "It should be me."

"Hey, hey! Big sister, you have perfectly integrated into the role of a maid!"

Song Yixiao looked the head maid up and down and shook her head.

"Hey, hey! Big sister of denial, are you going to die?"

"That's not what I meant. I still recognize the talent of this head maid." Song Yixiao waved her hand, "It's just that her appearance and figure are too high-profile. I need someone who is...a little more low-key."

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at Roni at the same time, and even An Xin couldn't help but nodded.

"Why are you looking at me?" Loni glared at everyone angrily, "Discrimination! Why do you think of me first when talking about low-profile figures? Discrimination! Naked discrimination!"

"Alright, alright." It was Anya who ended this meaningless topic. "Little Roni's short figure can't necessarily be called low-key..."

"You also think that my figure and low-keyness are incompatible, right? You've already pointed out my shortcomings!" Ronnie said loudly with grievance.

"I'm sorry, what I meant is that your figure is not mediocre, it's far beyond the category of low-key, and it's more high-profile than the head maid."

Anya had to change her way of saying it, although the meaning was almost the same.

"So she can't sneak into the laboratory with Song Yixiao..."

Loni was about to cry.

Noticing many eyes looking at her, An Xin had to end the conversation, "Let's leave first and then make arrangements."

"Can't you contact FACA to flatten this place? That would be much simpler and easier." Song Yixiao scratched his head.

An Xin looked at her coldly, and Song Yixiao shrugged tactfully.

They are not here to kill Shang, killing Shang is a heroic feat that benefits the world. But they not only want to kill Shang, but also feed him to Naya, to ensure that the gray and white world in Anya's body will no longer expand blindly, so as to calm her chaos and madness.

Launching FACA to flatten the 002 base is a bad idea, as that would make it impossible to find the sorrow hidden deep within the Xinmin and Tananiya families.

"Try to keep them calm as much as possible, and we'll go to the laboratory," said An Xin.

After saying that, she looked at Katrina, and the woman nodded, obviously guessing what they were going to do.

She was happy to be an insider, so she motioned for a researcher to come over and quietly put the note under the bottom of the wine glass.

The researcher came over and brought the drinks and the wine glass with the note. An Xin took the note, which contained the place and time of the meeting in the evening.

The time for making a decision was almost up, and more than half of the people in the hall had already left. Just when the host was about to lose patience, they followed the researcher out of the building.

More than twenty people withdrew from the ceremony, and only seven people were left in the hall, including Wu Shiqi, who was suspected to be the brother of Mr. Jiu.

The host led the rest of the people into the upstairs of the Wuyiqibaba Miqiliuyi, which was a small meeting room with dim light and luxurious decoration. There were twelve chairs in total, and after the guests took their seats, the waiter moved the empty chairs away.

Katrina came at this time and slowly explained the specific process of the competition for the quota.

Chapter 277: Foolish Ritual (I)

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year's ceremony competition."

Katrina spoke slowly under everyone's gaze. Every word she said was so important that the remaining seven people listened attentively.

"The ceremony lasts for three days. Only those who persevere to the end will be able to obtain a place, gain the qualification to enter the Gate of God, and enjoy the true baptism of evolution."

Behind her, the researcher moved the box onto the table again, allowing the vials of dark blue liquid to be viewed up close by everyone.

"Blood of the Ancient God?" Someone couldn't help but ask. He was a middle-aged man with round-frame glasses and a mustache.

The alien leader from Area 11, SS-level, codenamed Christopher Vincent, "Smiling Hand".

"It doesn't look like the blood of an ancient god at all. I heard that thing is golden. One of us should have it."

Joveni pretended to deny it with doubt, and looked at Naya intentionally or unintentionally:

"The blood of the ancient gods must be higher than this."

"Tsk." Anya remained calm, she knew that this was Joveni hinting to everyone that she, who possessed the blood of the ancient gods, could not have come for the blue liquid and must have other deeper purposes.

Many eyes subconsciously looked at the girl, and they also realized this.

No matter how powerful the serum in the world is, it cannot compare to the blood of the ancient gods. So why does Naa, who feeds on alien species, appear here?

"This is indeed not the blood of the ancient gods, but the first version of the serum," Katrina said.

"All serums, whether it's No. 4, No. 5, Drunken Dream, or Foolish Dream, are ultimately just dilutions of God's Blood. God's Blood is the original version, which comes from a dead body. Compared to the side effects of any serum, God's Blood has no disadvantages."

All eyes were focused on the Blood of God, and greed was about to swallow up the bottle and the box together.

"Oh my God!" Geoffrey exclaimed.

"I didn't expect this thing to be Shang's blood!"

"The blood of the deceased is not pure, but has been refined and mixed."

Katrina calmly corrected:

"This serum can transform humans, allowing the phagocytic cells of the alien species to evolve to a higher level, making up for all the defects in the body. With just one dose, it can evolve into the species closest to the Shang, which we call the new alien species, or the new people."

"The crow head is too ugly. Can it be changed?" Anya raised her hand and asked.

Katrina ignored her disruptive remarks and continued:

"The most important thing is that it can keep people young and prolong their lives."

"Prolong life?" Abbas frowned.

Prolonging life is as absurd as becoming a dead person. They would rather believe that they can become gods by injecting this blue serum.

Everyone present thought so, including Anya. So far, except for the followers chosen by Shang, no one has been able to extend their lifespan. Extending life is understandable, but extending lifespan is simply an exaggeration.

Katrina knew they wouldn't believe her, so she said calmly:

"Even Banshang would worry about his life span. How much do you know about the An family?"

"What does this have to do with the blood of God?" Joveni couldn't help it. She was eager to know the specific process of the ceremony.

"We need to introduce the power of God's Blood to everyone to ensure that you are mentally prepared." The host said coldly, "If you don't want to listen, you can leave. We don't mind losing a guest. You don't look like you have a chance."

"Please... continue!" Geoffrey sighed.

"How much do you know about the An family?" Katrina asked this irrelevant question again.

There was a discordant knocking sound, crisp and careless. It was the girl's fingers tapping on the table in a regular pattern.

"Anjia is a great..."

"There's nothing much to say about the An family on the surface. They are a family of executives and exist like a maze."

Anya was interrupted by Abbas as soon as she started to speak. The man shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't take her seriously at all.

She looked at Abbas with interest and continued to tap the table.

Hatred, anger, greed...many emotions from the phagocytes in the body are boiling, sentencing the disobedient to death.

"It's okay, let him talk." Anya whispered softly, comforting the children.

Jovni, who was closest to Abbas, was very surprised and came over to ask in a low voice: "Is she talking to herself?"

Abbas frowned and shook his head.

"She must be crazy. I have to stay away from her." Geoffrey paused, afraid that her words would be heard, and secretly observed the girl's smile.

"Don't be angry, just pretend you didn't hear it." The girl continued talking to herself.

"In the An family, there is a group of mysterious elders, called the An family elders." Katrina revealed the riddle, "They are all monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, but without exception they are all humans or alien species. I think some of you know that these elders are the pillars of the An family. The reason they can live so long is because they rely on the blood of God to prolong their lives."

"Is this happening?"

Anya whispered to herself, asking the phagocytes in her body why she didn't remember that the family elders were related to the blood of death.