Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Three hundred standard units?!"

The researcher who was originally excited and excited, and even had a tendency to expand to a huge size again, heard Di Ruier's words, as if being stuffed into an ice cave, his whole person froze, and then his whole body froze. become manic,

"Do you know what you're talking about? This proportion of the strong reproductive cell construct is missing, and once it is discovered, I will be shot to a neutron star."

"That's something you need to think about."

The old god Di Ruier said that he had no tendency to give in or change because of the other party's mania. Who let him know the birth process of this thing, as well as its scale and quantity.

Even though the reproductive cell structure created by the Sirnos civilization cannot be injected into every individual of the civilization up to the upper limit of what the body can bear, it has basically been popularized by the entire population.

Under such circumstances, how could Dirrell be satisfied with a few standard units, as long as a few hundred units, he was merciful, even if what he used to trade was rubbish that the real dragon disdained.

But the value of a thing is often determined by demand and its own scarcity. No dragon in Elmond Continent would take a second look at the corpse of a dragon-born fishman.

But in the stars where there are no dragons, and in the Silos civilization with extremely advanced biotechnology, that is the evolutionary key that allows the entire civilization to leap forward. This is the light of the future that is enough to be grasped at all costs.

"I can't do it. During this period of time, I used my authority to hoard twenty-seven standard units of strong reproductive cell structures. This is the limit of what I can do."

The researcher's face showed a look of exhaustion and despair. This was the despair after a long period of waiting and expectation, which was finally completely shattered.

"My actions have attracted the attention of the security department of the institute. They may have launched an investigation into me. If you are willing, you can make a deal with me. If you are not willing, I have no choice. I have no ability to satisfy you. needs.”

"In that case, let's find someone who has the ability to trade with me."

Tyrell lay down lazily, his blue and black vertical pupils looking at the researcher whose expression became subtle, even a little frightened, and his eyes gradually became darker.

"what are you saying?"

The researcher couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Quis, you're under arrest!"

A threatening voice sounded, and several figures wearing pitch-black biomass armor rushed into the silver-white room where the researcher was located almost instantly. Before he could react, they pressed him to the ground, holding his neck to the ground. The body and limbs were each put on metal rings that flickered with blue light.

"According to Article 107 of the Civilization Act, anyone who colludes with foreigners and endangers the sovereignty, territorial integrity and security of civilization shall be sentenced to life imprisonment or a fixed-term imprisonment of more than 100 years. Those whose crimes are extremely serious will be exiled to a neutron star!"

An unhurried voice sounded, and an indigo figure wearing a more complicated robe walked into the room. With every move he made, he revealed the aura of a superior person who was pampered and giving orders.

Behind this indigo figure, there are four warriors who are half a body taller than him. The smooth lines of the green and black armor fit perfectly with the body, showing a biological texture that other types of armor do not have.

This is similar to the black-armored men controlled by the researcher, but it is obviously more complex. The special structures and gems on the head, wrists, waist, and feet make Tyrell very interested. He felt the ultimate dangerous aura on the gem embedded in it.

This shows that these black-armored warriors wearing biological weapons are equipped with weapon parts that can pose a threat to his life.

He is now not the young dragon he first communicated with this researcher, but a young dragon. All aspects of his dragon body can be said to be improved in all aspects. It is different from the past, but he still feels like this, and he is still so far away. time and space.

"Director Blackton, no, please listen to my explanation, things are not what you see. I did not betray civilization, I did not."

The metal ring that was wrapped around the body obviously had some kind of inhibitory effect and could not be enlarged. The researcher who changed into a fighting posture struggled violently.

"If you didn't betray, then why didn't you report to your superiors at the end of your first contact with this alien from time and space, and instead conduct ulterior secret research in private?"

Director Blackton lowered his head slightly to look at the researcher who was struggling violently on the ground, and asked in a calm tone.

"I……"

The researcher's tone suddenly stopped and he was speechless. He didn't know how to explain his behavior. It was obvious that he had been noticed by the research institute when he first came into contact with him, and his every move after that was strictly supervised.

His research on the keel is probably also under the comprehensive control of the institute. Fortunately, he has been cautious during this period and used various methods to collect strong reproductive cell structures. I am afraid that a group of people are hiding behind the monitor screen to watch. Looking at him like a fool.

"I can guess your thoughts and purposes even with my feet, but you haven't figured it out at all. What is the significance of the biological materials you obtained? For your own selfish desires, you are dragging down the progress of our civilization. , you are not betraying civilization, but anti-civilization, you are a sinner of Xieros civilization!"

"Am I a sinner of civilization? No, I'm not!"

The researcher's expression froze for a moment. Being labeled like this was obviously unacceptable to him, but before he could say anything this time, a metal ring was also put on his mouth. This time, he lost the ability to speak. The ability to explain.

"Although you let me watch a good show, my time is tight this time, so can I save unnecessary testing?"

When the director of the research institute looked over, he did not interrupt. Instead, Tyrell, who had watched the whole process, stood up and took the initiative before the other party spoke.

"Quiss does not have the ability to conduct a second transaction with you, so I will replace him and conduct the failed transaction with you."

Director Blackton said without any hesitation. It seems that he has already thought about how to respond to the current situation.

"Okay, I don't care who I'm trading with, but I want to confirm your status in the Silos civilization. I don't want to have to change an unfamiliar face in the next transaction. Generally speaking, I still It’s rather nostalgic.”

Dirrell's expression was calm. In a highly civilized research institute, researchers with low status obviously had no personal privacy.