Spellcasting Heavens

There is no doubt that politics is the art of compromise.

Any organization or even civilization is without exception filled with all kinds of contradictions and conflicts of interest.

As the supreme ruler, what he wants to do is not to intensify conflicts, nor to directly launch a purge without asking any questions, to kill all those who have different opinions, leaving only one voice and one will.

Generally speaking, anyone who does this will not end well in the end.

Even if it succeeds, it is destined to become the target of being reviled by countless people.

Although the Darent Civilization is an oligarchic political group composed of a few powerful spellcasters, and the speaker has considerable power, he cannot do whatever he wants.

So on the way back, he discussed with other council members and decided to stabilize the Shadow Guard first instead of directly choosing to use that powerful magic item.

In this way, not only can political risks be greatly reduced, but waste can also be reused, allowing the Shadow Guard to settle planets that need to be reconquered, ensuring that various resources can be continuously transported back to the home planet.

Of course, the most important premise is that they must abide by the agreement and capture the defected boy alive.

For this reason, even a little temporary concession is not a bad idea.

The day after the boy was brought back to his home planet alive, the expedition that mobilized the largest scale and suffered the most losses in the history of the Darent civilization finally came to an end.

The ravaged members of the expeditionary force were scattered and sent to perform missions in one world after another before they even had time to be repaired.

Especially those who have awakened the power of shadow have no idea what a tragic fate awaits them.

To a certain extent, they are equivalent to being exiled in disguise. They will never be able to return to their home planet for the rest of their lives, and even their contact with the outside world will be cut off.

Only a very small number follow the Shadow Guard back to their home planet as pawns to alienate and split the organization.

After all, people live for endless battles!

Fight with the environment, fight with enemies, fight with colleagues, and even fight with your own brothers, sisters, and parents.

Any so-called family affection, friendship, and love all seem so pale and ridiculous in the face of this ubiquitous struggle.

The Speaker believes that as long as a new generation of Darent people who master the power of shadow grows up, the Shadow Guard will be filled with various voices and even factions.

At that time, he can rely on the strong strength of the parliament and skilled political skills to manipulate the opponent at the palm of his hand.

Maybe, the Shadow Guards, which have caused headaches for past Speakers, will be completely ended in this generation.

It's a pity that just when the Speaker was about to take a long shot at catching a big fish, he didn't realize that the members of the Shadow Guard had no intention of fighting a protracted war.

On the contrary, what they want to do is to directly kill the Parliament and restore their supreme position in the theocratic era.

And the most critical part of this plan has been sent inside the enemy's castle.

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The heartbeat is normal!

Mental fluctuations are normal!

The energy in the body is at normal levels!

Everything is normal in life response! The ninety-fourth test,

Start now!

Accompanied by nervous and serious voices, the boy who was soaked in a container filled with light blue liquid yawned boredly and allowed a tube to be inserted into his wrist.

In less than a minute, blood with fresh vitality flowed into another identical clone next to him.

The next second...

This clone, which was as pale as a dead person, suddenly opened its eyes and hit the wall of the container like crazy, each time with a stronger force and another with a craziness.

In the end, he smashed the hard skull into pieces, and the red and white brains slowly slid down the translucent container.

You don't need to ask to know that this clone cannot die anymore.

Looking at the body floating in the jar, the Speaker subconsciously frowned and murmured: Damn it! What's the problem? Why can't he be cloned? Soul? No, no, not the soul.

Sir, do you think we can take a break first? Some experimenters have worked continuously for more than two hundred hours, and they won't be able to stand it if this continues. An assistant reminded carefully.

Since the start of this project named Evolution, the entire upper class of Darent civilization has fallen into a state of madness.

Because the deeper they studied the boy's body, the more they discovered that it contained countless secrets that they had never discovered before.

Especially the core of the cell seems to be able to divide endlessly, never reaching its limit, and will not age and die over time like the cells of other life forms.

This means that as long as you figure out the secret, you can gain an almost eternal life.

eternal life!

What an incredible vocabulary!

Even here, where magic civilization is highly developed, it is a treasure that makes everyone feel short of breath and quicken their heartbeat.

After all, this way of eternal life does not require changing life forms, nor does it require carrying heavy shackles and responsibilities like God.

Okay! Let everyone rest for two days. Just in time, I need some time to adjust my thinking. The experiment will continue after two days. Remember, everything that happens here does not need to be revealed to the outside world, otherwise I will let the leaker This guy's life is worse than death, do you understand? the Speaker warned with a serious look.

Understood! Please don't worry. The assistant nodded quickly.

He was a fool and understood what the experiment here meant. He turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor without saying a word.

After all the tired staff left, the speaker came to the boy and gently knocked on the hard container shell: Hey! Wake up! I have a few questions to ask you.

Huh? What do you want to ask? The boy who closed his eyes to relax slowly opened his eyes with a cynical smile on his face.

Just as he expected, although the loss of freedom became the subject of some research, these Darent people did not embarrass themselves at all.

Even in order to prevent suicide, about two hours of free activity time are given every day.

Of course, the premise is that he needs to maintain good cooperation and interaction during the experiment.

It has to be said that for a murderer and sinner who just caused a tragedy on his home planet not long ago, killing a congressman and slaughtering half of the expeditionary force, this kind of treatment can be described as generous to describe.

Sometimes the boy really wanted to know how the ordinary Darent people outside would react if they knew what was going on.

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