I created the Gods

After both of them left, Chen Yan used the portal to transfer all the experimental equipment in his home to the third floor of the cafe.

This consumed most of Chen Yan's physical strength and magic power. Chen Yan was exhausted and sat down on the chair, reviewing the past two days.

First of all, the formula of the mad alchemist is definitely problematic, at least it is not applicable in this era. The two potion formulas and methods that he successfully refined are very different from the formulas in the inheritance.

So the inheritance of the mad alchemist can only be used as a reference for himself.

Secondly, the refining of potions is extremely idealistic. In many cases, the more you follow the rules, the less likely you are to succeed in refining; on the contrary, unintentional actions may produce unexpected results.

There is also a piece of information recorded in the inheritance of the mad alchemist:

"All creatures born from potions can evolve infinitely."

Chen Yan cannot confirm this information yet. Not to mention that the humans transformed by his own potions are almost different from the alchemy products of the mad alchemist, the strength of the transformed people is also much stronger than the alchemy products recorded by the mad alchemist.

Therefore, it is not clear whether his own cyborg can evolve.

According to the records, the evolution of alchemical products requires the alchemical products to reach a critical value first. This critical value is called the singularity. When the alchemical products reach the singularity, the alchemical products can be evolved by using a special potion ratio.

It takes a long time to reach the singularity. Chen Yan's cyborg has the longest life span, and the only one who has been born for one day is Xu Xuemin, the "Quetzalcoatl".

So this information is temporarily put aside. The current priority is to seek more experimental materials and alchemical materials.

From the smoother cultivation of magic power in the past few days, Chen Yan can feel that the chaotic era of spiritual energy recovery is probably coming soon. I have to improve my cyborgs and my own strength as soon as possible.

Chen Yan pondered for a while and wrote a title on a new notebook: God-making Plan.

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Hehai City, Shixi Forest Farm.

This place has distinct four seasons, beautiful scenery, rich biodiversity and unique natural landscapes. This forest area covers thousands of square kilometers of primeval forests and is home to many rare animals and plants.

In order to protect this precious natural resource, the state has established the Shixi Forest Farm as a hunting ban area, and no one is allowed to conduct any form of hunting and logging in it. There are multiple monitoring points in the forest area, which are patrolled regularly by professional forest rangers and ecologists, and Qiu Zhenguo is one of them.

The forest farm is not too big, so there is only one forest ranger, Qiu Zhenguo. Because it is a hunting ban area, ordinary people don’t always come here. The only thing to be wary of is those poachers and illegal loggers. Qiu Zhenguo has also caught some people in these ordinary times. Because Qiu Zhenguo has a gun in his hand, and his shooting skills are very accurate, he is often knocked down by Qiu Zhenguo before the poachers find him.

However, this time is different.

Qiu Zhenguo faced a gang that was fully armed. One group was responsible for poaching and the other group was responsible for logging.

Qiu Zhenguo encountered this gang head-on during his routine patrol. Before he could send a signal for help, he was shot several times and fell to the ground.

The criminals left the place when they saw that Qiu Zhenguo was helpless, leaving only two people to guard. At this time, Quetzalcoatl, who came out to collect materials for Chen Yan, happened to see this scene. He found that Qiu Zhenguo still had a chance to survive, so he killed and ate the two guards, and then took them back to the cafe.

Now, Qiu Zhenguo, who has regained his life, has transformed into Pan and started his revenge.

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West Forest Farm, Poachers' Camp.

This is an international poaching gang, which is supported by a large illegal trading company called "Shifang Group". Shifang Group is a legal multinational enterprise involved in timber, minerals and wildlife trade, but in fact a large part of its profits come from illegal poaching and trafficking of endangered species.

Most of the group is composed of mercenaries, and they are equipped with professional equipment such as guns, bulletproof vests, drones, night vision goggles, thermal imaging devices, etc. At this moment, they are stationed in the center of the forest farm, which can facilitate their poaching and illegal logging activities more secretly. This time, their main purpose is to cut down the national first-class protected plants in the forest farm: silver fir, and hunt black bears for bear skins.

In just one day, this group of people cut down nearly 10 silver fir trees with the help of professional equipment, and hunted four black bears and three tigers.

At this moment, it was late, they lit a bonfire, and prepared to practice. Today, except for the forest ranger, no one else was seen, and there was no obstruction. Overall, it was very smooth.

But this did not make them relax their vigilance. Instead, they were very vigilant. Some people were in the surroundings of the camp and used the radio to report the situation at all times.

But they did not realize that death was quietly approaching at this moment.

A melodious music played by a panpipe was heard by everyone.

"Group by group, what's going on? Where does the music come from?" the leader of the gang asked on the intercom.

The poachers on duty outside were also wondering, and answered: "I don't know, the instrument didn't show anyone approaching."

Just as they were still wondering, the melodious music suddenly changed, becoming harsh and weird.

The rhythm of the music began to become irregular, the notes jumped and sharp, and the poachers felt an indescribable uneasiness and tension.

An indescribable sense of oppression began to permeate the air, as if an invisible hand was tightening around one's throat, making it hard to breathe. It was an ancient fear from the depths of the universe, a panic that was deeper and more fundamental than death.

Slowly, everyone was attracted by this strange melody, threw away their guns, and involuntarily gathered towards the source of the sound. Their steps were staggering, their eyes were empty, as if they were being pulled by an invisible line, step by step towards an unknown fate.

After arriving at the destination, everyone formed a loose circle, surrounding Pan and his panpipe. At first, they were able to maintain a certain degree of self-control and tried to resist the influence of the music. But soon, the sound of the flute became more complex, and the powerful force contained in the melody completely disintegrated people's psychological defenses. They began to perform a series of incredible behaviors. Some people rolled on the ground and screamed in pain; some people fell into ecstasy and danced desperately; others knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, as if they were praying in some kind of ritual, but they could not say anything.

At this moment, the image of Pan became blurred, as if he had melted into the shadows around him, leaving only a pair of eyes flickering in the darkness, observing everything coldly. Under his gaze, the music reached its climax, and the air was filled with an energy fluctuation that was close to madness. The silver fir that had been chopped down stood behind everyone in a twisted and weird form.