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The most mysterious and dangerous place in Dark Blue Star Meredith City is neither the royal palace nor the Port Royal military base, but an ugly gray building with mottled exterior walls and high side walls, which looks like a prison.

Even though the surrounding lawns are neatly manicured, and the open space deliberately left shows that this is an important building, but people who have been spoiled by the overall retro and luxurious style of Deep Blue Star still think that the prison is more beautiful than this place.

This is the Deep Blue Star Military Weapons Research Institute, which was founded more than 600 years ago.

Raymond Gayton's analysis plan was deciphered here. Before the first mecha Andumari was manufactured, the Deep Blue Kingdom had not allocated any funds to the research institute for 15 years. What needs to be emphasized is that no copper was given. All water, electricity and energy supply pipelines have been cut off due to arrears. Now the high-spirited cabinet ministers in the political arena, the first problem that needs to be solved is not food and clothing, but to piece together a generator, otherwise even the door of the laboratory will be closed not open.

The Gossip Weekly of the Deep Blue Kingdom had a report in which they guessed the cause of Foreign Affairs Secretary Mitchell’s mental illness in a joking tone, and voted with readers. As a result, “the torment of difficulties and the joy of success in the end are too exciting” was unanimously recognized by everyone. In the section where everyone expresses their opinions, an enthusiastic reader boldly put forward a conjecture: Because the research conditions are harsh and energy is not allowed to be wasted at will, so they drank cold water for more than ten years and did not eat hot food. Your Excellency Mitchell may have been frozen in a certain winter. I had to tremble, and I ate compressed food soaked in the steaming waste water flowing through the experimental equipment...

So Gossip Weekly changed the topic of the month to "the importance of success in political life and fate", and listed the researchers who unfortunately died that year. Anyway, as long as they survived, they are now big figures in the Deep Blue Kingdom—even if he is a psychopath .

Will a psychopath get angry because of media gossip?

Obviously not, Mitchell also collected those two issues of the newspaper with a smile.

As his companion, other members of the ruling party were even more speechless. They couldn't justify that it had nothing to do with the wastewater from the equipment, because the first day they knew Mitchell, he was a lunatic!

"I have to say, crazy people are always happy!" A shy, skinny old man squatted behind a large instrument and muttered. There were three or four unkempt middle-aged people beside him, all nodding desperately.

"According to the succubi's temper, after finding out that Prince Mitchell is a blood race, he should do it immediately!" An ugly guy whose skin seemed to have been burned by something, asked furtively while holding a laboratory uniform.

"Oh, damn it, I told you not to call him a title! Have you forgotten?" The skinny old man glared angrily.

"Stop blaming each other!" Someone beside him smoothed things over.

"That's right, we used the excuse that the progress of the project we were in charge of had reached a critical moment, so we avoided going to the prime minister's mansion, but I don't think this is the way to go! We can't hide from Cyrus... hide from the succubus for the rest of our lives!"

The skinny old man tugged at his beard, and said in confusion, "Actually, when I found out that Cyrus was an unawakened succubi, I guessed that such a terrible day would come."

Everyone looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed.

"I really envy XX, they cheated and left a few years ago."

"I envy XX even more. He pretended to starve to death decades ago..."

These scientists wearing laboratory uniforms with the highest status chips on their nameplates were heartbroken and complained in tears: it was because the xx project was so interesting that they were addicted to it and have not left until today, regretting the beginning.

"Listen everyone, the matter has not reached the point of no return." The skinny old man had to brace himself and comfort everyone, "We are the most proficient scholars in magic research in the Dark Council, and the Great Elder will not give up on us."

"That's right, if we hadn't saved the food back then, the Caputs might not have survived to this day."

"That is, we, like other human beings, have contributed to the Raymond Gayton analysis plan. It was the Dark Council who handed over the Raymond Gayton fragments to the Deep Blue Kingdom. We have been working in this research institute in rotation for more than 600 years. Together with human scientists, make great efforts to develop the Deep Blue Kingdom!"

When the atmosphere gradually eased, the ugly middle-aged man said slowly: "But the premise is that Cyrus is still Cyrus, he will not kill us as companions, but he is already a dream It's crazy!"

"Oh no!" Everyone wailed.

The dark creatures of the academic school rounded their eyes, trying to find information such as "On the Friendliness of Nightmare and Dark Creatures" in their memory, but the result can be imagined, they only found "The Exclusiveness of Nightmare to the Domain" ".

"Unfortunately," they murmured.

Someone asked in frustration: "Do I need to write a suicide note? I want to arrange a suitable place for my alchemy achievements and ancient books."

"Since becoming a blood clan, I feel that I have escaped death threats... Should I write my will in Latin or French? As the elder of the Simmore family, I have a lot of wealth, but I don't even have the chance to go back and count it .” Some people squatted in the corner and wept uncontrollably.

"I have a question!" Some people raised their hands hesitantly.

Everyone looked at him impatiently.

"Do you think we can go to hell after we die? Will the great Satan give us a good place in hell because of our tireless exploration of dark magic research?"

Suddenly there was a sound of cursing, and the skinny old man kicked him hard: "Don't say stupid things!"

Just like humans who believe in gods think they will go to heaven after death, but no one has ever seen heaven. Dark creatures worship Satan and have never seen the real existence of hell.

At this time, footsteps came from outside, and a researcher with little experience was carefully calling the name of the project leader.

"Mentor John? New experimental data came out..."

The ugly middle-aged man coughed dryly immediately: "Wait a minute, I'm checking the equipment."

The researcher stopped obediently.

Ugly John patted his robe and said to everyone in a low voice: "We must find a way! Don't write any damned wills, we have to save ourselves! Let's activate the Raymond Gayton mecha, before the succubi can fully integrate into Sailu With his memory, we definitely have a chance."

"What are you kidding?" All in unison.

"Mentor John? What voice..."

"It's nothing, it's a newly designed intelligence program test." After dealing with the researchers outside, John gritted his teeth and said, "There are not many Raymond Gayton mechas in the research institute, and most of them are sleeping under the chapel in the south block. So we have to take our chances.”

"Are you planning a coup d'etat?" A blood clan asked in an aria.

"You want a coup?" Another cold voice sounded.

After inserting countless test tubes and constantly rotating the flickering instrument, Cyrus slowly came out. Under his high-necked white silk shirt, he could still see bruises and bruises on his neck. Scientists at a meeting.

"what--"

Everyone screamed in unison.

Some lab coats slipped to the ground, and a few bats dropped their clothes and ran away in a panic.

"Idiots! What's the use of running!" John shouted with a distorted face.

The bats spread out and carefully stopped behind the instrument to avoid it—and they all chose the cheapest one, that is, it would be fine if it was broken, and it would not affect any unimportant items that were developed for weapons.

"..."

What a familiar scene.

Cyrus was a little dazed. 60 years ago, the big families that controlled the Deep Blue Kingdom not only cut off the funding for the research institute, but also broke into the door, trying to arrest a few people and take away the new weapons, so that they could be in the The power struggle wins the odds.

The researchers who were stunned by the rude and robber behavior who broke in, the next second they came back to their senses, they all rushed to the cheapest and least important equipment in each room, and put on a crazy state of protecting it to the death. Then "weeping helplessly" watching things being taken away.

The first mech Andumari did not dare to separate its form when researching it, so it was carefully added to a filter water dispenser part by part. In countless snatches, he was kicked to the corner N times, but no one found out.

When making Andumari, the production of dantalin as a backup is also going on. I only dare to make precise metal sheets and accumulate them slowly. When the real shape is finally determined, Mitchell insists on using metal sheets to make a biscuit box. , Fortunately, no one listened to the words of the madman, and the thick metal sheet was designed to look like a book.

After Andumari was successfully activated, the research institute finally had a completely sealed room where important things could be placed. Otherwise, the mechs behind might look like broken tables and chairs.

It was a sad past. Half of the seven mentors of the Institute were forcibly taken away by the major families, and the rest could only pretend to be crazy or sick, and some committed suicide, including the mentors of Cyrus and Mitchell, the bald The old man worked passively for ten years for the family that captured him, and then successfully joined the royal family when that family fell.

This unfortunate past is also the reason why Cyrus harbors cold anger at this moment.

If the dark creatures really did their best, they shouldn't have done nothing back then.

Although he decided not to kill these guys, he didn't intend to let them go easily—John and the others felt the murderous intent unmistakably, so they instinctively ran for their lives.

But when these guys escaped, they all rushed to the cheapest equipment as a bunker, which made Cyrus stop.

He thought in a trance: This is because he is afraid of destroying things when he does it himself.

This instinct to protect equipment and important research objects has always been in the hearts of his companions who have gone through difficult times with him, whether they are humans or bats.

"I'm so glad you're all gathered together, it saves me a lot of energy." Cyrus said calmly, the scene in the whole room became blurred and distorted, the little researcher who heard the noise and hurried over to have a look Also stood still dumbfounded.

This horrible feeling that everything around is blurred, and only the real existence of oneself, makes the bats bite the bullet and change back to human form, grabs the clothes and puts them on indiscriminately, and the skinny old man shows a smile that is uglier than crying: "Hello, Sailu S... no no, I mean, Mr. Incabus, I think we can talk."

"Oh?"

"Although in your dream realm, no one can defeat you except the Eastern Devil. But this planet is also the down payment of the Deep Blue Kingdom, and you can still be stronger than now..." the old man wiped the sweat from his face, stuttering Say, "Like, how about expanding the dream world to the entire star system? Then, the entire Deep Blue Kingdom, or the Moby Dick galaxy? All humans will provide you with delicious food for desire."

The skinny old man tried to make himself smile obsequiously, but he had never done such a thing in his life, and in the end he could only twitch the wrinkled skin on his face nervously: "Your Excellency, you know, human beings, their lives are short, but they want to There are too many things. There are many arrogant national ruling classes in the chaotic white whale galaxy. They are more greedy and cruel than anyone else, driving their own people to fight continuously and compete for wealth and resources. As long as you create the illusion of resources in your dreams, create The illusion of hundreds of thousands of space shuttle wars, those intoxicated guys will definitely provide you with enough dark desires. In this interstellar age, all information must be transmitted by chip images, and people will believe it. You don’t even know. It is necessary to maintain a huge false dream... After all, those rulers will not go to war."

"..."

Silently, Cyrus found himself being seduced.

Sure enough, apart from his old enemy, only his companions as humans knew him better.

Fortunately, he is not a succubus, and he also knows other people in the ruling party very well.

"Very good." Cyrus smiled and patted his palms lightly. His movements were subtle, but he used the fingers of his right hand to silently and regularly tap the palm of his left hand below the thumb.

The academic dark creatures quickly squeezed out a smile and stood in a row expecting to see Cyrus.

"A very good prospect, a very tempting plan." Cyrus sneered, the surrounding scene collapsed, and they stood in a white mist of nothingness, "Do you think I will be bewitched by this blueprint that cannot be realized? I It took 2000 years to construct a complete planet, and to expand the dreamland, tens of thousands of years? Huh? And I had to sleep again, abandoning the current identity as 'Cyrus', I don't know how many years later, I can complete it again in the dreamland Afterwards, appear in a tangible body?"

"This..." The skinny old man frantically wiped his sweat, looked back at the ugly man, and urged desperately, "John!!" It's up to you.

"Your Excellency!" John seemed to care about his face. He always covered his face with his collar intentionally or unintentionally. A small town, a legendary golden town, and a ghost ship floating on the sea are different. It cannot move! The goal is too big! What if there is a civil war in the Deep Blue Kingdom? What if foreign enemies come to the door? Only the Deep Blue Star can be peaceful forever. More humans come here to visit and provide you with fluid and different tastes of food!"

"..."

Cyrus once again demonstrated: the companions of the research institute are... the same logic!He damn well thought that was a good thing to say.

IQ!Sure enough, even if it is persuasion, people with IQ are different. Even if they know that the other party is playing tricks, they are willing to listen to the other party.

"Ramon Gayton chip, here." Cyrus moved his palm to his chest, deliberately showing cruel indifference, "I don't need you!"

"What? Didn't you say that his memory fusion is not so fast?" The scientist on the opposite race was a dark creature, looking at John angrily.

John insisted and said: "No, Raymond Gayton's mecha was only manufactured to number 10, and there are more powerful models later, if you want to kill us! Please let us finish these...you won't regret it!! "

"Yes, you won't regret it!" They said in unison.

"I don't understand..." Cyrus asked suddenly, "what's in it for you?"

"Ah?" A row of dark creatures on the opposite side looked at him blankly.

"What are you trying to do in this human research institute?" Cyrus asked.

"What's a bastard?" The old man, who was suspected to be a dark wizard, said angrily, "Who built this research institute? Who handed over Raymond Gayton to the Deep Blue Kingdom? It's us, the Dark Council!"

"More than 600 years ago. The Dark Council finally gave up on the research and secrecy of 'Lemon Gayton'. Only those of us who are addicted to its power refused to give up. With the wealth of our family, we used our power to arrange an ingenious It is planned for the Deep Blue Kingdom to build this research institute, recruit outstanding talents among human beings, and work together to decipher..."

"Later, many wizards and blood races gave up, and humans added in. The research institute has been like this for more than 600 years. You want to ask us to leave, this place should belong to us!!"

The dark creatures were all excited: "We were contemptuously called idiots in the dark council, wasting time, but we did not give up and persisted until today! Finally... Although the mech is not what we wanted to build, it has achieved results , the result!!"

Cyrus just frowned at their uncontrollable roar.

"Since you care so much about your own research, why would you rather watch the human beings in the research institute die and live a miserable life?"

A disheveled middle-aged man opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Oh, don't you... don't you know that the only blood clan in the Dark Council is the Secret Party? Because the Dark Council, like our secret party, advocates seclusion, and there are many things we cannot do. Hunting can't kill humans, any of them...Besides, some people are really in poor health or die suddenly from exhaustion, unless we are willing to bite him, but there are strict rules for developing descendants. There are also people..."

They reported several names, including the mentor who committed suicide, and said with a distorted expression: "These are not human beings just like us, they just pretended to be dead and quit. Uh, some of them actually acted too much..."

"..."

Cyrus decided to withdraw his foreword, how could these dark creatures be his companions, and forget about leaving them in the research institute.

The author has something to say: There are also mad scientists in the dark creatures, and these are the reasons why there are unkempt vampires... There is a vampire family, the Simmore family, they are a family of dark wizards who use vampire blood and mysterious magic to transform themselves into vampires , I think this family is all research freaks, other than the basic traits, they don’t care much about their appearance Finally, spoiler, get rid of Cyrus in the backyard of the research institute [etc], you can go find your old enemy...