"Blaze?!"

It seemed that I heard the rapid doorbell on Turing's side, and Iliad suddenly pulled out his tone.

"Someone is visiting, I don't know if it's the Royal Guard you mentioned, but..."

Turing stretched out his fierce cage hand and the mechanical unit bounced up.

But this is obviously not good news.

There is almost no tissue in this body that originally synthesized beasts, only stearic bone protein and active flesh. Although it is unlikely that the Tumi Chamber of Commerce will analyze these things from another technology tree, "unable to analyze" means that something big will happen-

How come you can't understand the synthetic beast you created by your own humans?

Then the only thing that greets Turing is the subsequent slice

"Grass... don't act rashly. They are leading scientists. If you don't do it well, these guys may be hurting you... Fortunately, it is stipulated that the Chinese Super League limit beasts are not qualified to deal with matters outside of competition directly, so you don't have to open the door for the time being. I'm already rushing back... Sir, can you please drive faster?"

"Sorry, this is the third ring of the center..."

"I am Blaze's agent! How about bringing you autograph photos in the future!"

"Who is Blaze?"

"The protagonist of the hottest game now!"

Listening to the wall-mounted communicator, Turing seemed to have seen the power of such a little traffic star.

"I need you to tell me exactly what measures the other party will take to me."

Taking steps, Turing came to his large laboratory bench.

"Very good...I've convinced the driver now that it's five minutes away and we can let those guys drip at the door for a while...What did you just say?"

"I said, what specific measures will they take against me?"

Turing strengthened his tone, grabbed the culture chamber of "Parasite One", connected a biological cannula connected to the instrument, and extracted the complete data of the experiment.

"The synthetic beast blueprint algorithm is a special program for creating synthetic beasts in the Great Holy Grail. Through biological intubation, part of the data of the Super Limit Fighting Beast is connected with the Great Holy Grail. It will use this to collect physiological data of different fighting beasts to optimize the database and make the synthetic beasts with the algorithm results more diverse... It is roughly the meaning. Generally speaking, there is no need to specially collect the super Limit Fighting Beast organism..."

"But the Royal Guard came to me, which means that the Great Holy Grail cannot obtain the exact information on me and needs to be carried out manually?" Turing said.

"Well...but I prefer to win over physiological levels to attract the attention of the internal scientific research institutions of the Chamber of Commerce... Damn, I should have thought of this, I've been a little overwhelmed in the past two days..."

"So, what will the human union do?"

"... Generally speaking, it is to remove some body tissue, such as muscles, epidermis, etc., but if my guess is correct, they may have other ways of doing it, which is also something I worry about... In short, don't open the door!"

"Of course I know."

The biological cannulation completed data extraction was disconnected, Turing opened the culture chamber and captured "Parasite One" inside.

The combat power obtained by the evolution of life mechanization is itself risky—

The appearance of the entirely different from other beasts will lead to Turing attracting more attention from the superstructure of this world, which is a difficult side to avoid. After all, he needs demon god technology to deal with the dangerous Colosseum. Because of this, Turing considered this issue early in the morning, which is also one of the reasons why he continues to promote the research on synthetic beast knowledge in this world, which will help him to have enough knowledge to deal with "censorship" when this day comes.

In the current situation, we can only try to deal with this initial incomplete result. If it doesn’t work... there is still a way out.

"Iliad, leave a Remington back door in your address book."

"That guy? OK... I understand what you mean, I'll call him now..."

"I didn't ask you to call him now, urgently dial with one click. Do you understand what I mean?"

"This...well, I understand."

Paused the conversation with Iliad, and Turing's attention returned to the cultivation chamber on his paw.

A phone call to Remington should be solved, but Turing doesn't believe in this person, and he can rely on his own means.

Fortunately, the body of the demon weapon is still quite diverse in functionality...

Directly disassembled the culture chamber, Turing took out "Parasite No. 1", then took out the biological tissue from another culture chamber next to it and combined it, and finally directly adsorbed its left forelimb—

That organization was something Turing extracted from himself before entering the ration battle.

The "Parasite One" that quickly combined it drilled out a large number of myceliums and penetrated into Turing's left forelimb. With a piercing pain, the armor on Turing's shoulders opened, splitting and separated layer by layer, turning into a huge locking handcuff to tighten the center of the back arm. At the same time, a large amount of steel bone proteins penetrated into the active muscles inside, completely locking it.

The mycelium spread wildly in this forelimb, covering the entire evil cage hand with a layer of black mud wrapped in twisted skin, and then stopped at the position where the handcuffs were cut off.

But Turing could still feel the pain was still spreading, and such a little measure was not enough.

So it injected a large amount of light blue liquid into a culture chamber and placed it next to its own handcuffs-

The cultivation warehouse is just a small straight bottle for Turing's current body shape.

The exoskeleton locked the cuffs to open the round hole, Turing inserted the thing into it, and the blue liquid began to inject it slowly and uniformly.

This is an insured measure developed by Turing based on the small amount of synthetic beast knowledge obtained by him to target the mycelium of Cebeto in order to prevent this extremely aggressive mycelium from rioting during the experiment and causing overturning. The source is essentially a biological liquid with a limited quantity.

Six culture chambers filled with liquid were inserted into the cuffs, forming a ring shape in the handcuffs, and the mycelium rooted on his left forelimb stopped spreading.

"Temporary situations, temporary measures, hope this is useful, in all senses."

After this action was over, with the sound of the door outside opening, heavy rain and the sound of Iliad came in:

"You should notify us the day before, so that we can prepare too. You don't have to stand in the rain and get wet for several minutes... You should know that our future champions have many restrictions on behavior, such as opening the door..."

The restlessness from the left forelimb gradually subsided, but some black fat began to flow out from it - the fat gland from Ed. This arm that was uncontrollable could only be blocked by Turing's extended exoskeleton. After confirming that there was no problem, the door to the physiological stomp room was opened and looked at the uninvited guest outside.

"Please come in, Mr. Blaze should be in the physiological preparation room..."

Iliad, who was talking, was interrupted by the sound of the rumbling opening of the gate. A group of armed soldiers standing at the entrance of the hall turned their eyes to Turing's huge body-

Nine soldiers and two white coats.

Unlike the blue suit I saw last time, these soldiers were fully armed, carrying a firearm that combines bone and mechanically. The technological exoskeleton on their bodies was decorated with gorgeous black reliefs, all of which were the shapes of some monsters, and there were small flat projections of the logo of the Chamber of Commerce on their chests.

The person in charge was inlaid with silver edges on the reliefs on his body, which was obviously the leader.

The shapes of the two white coats are slightly ups and downs compared to those of the researchers in Turing's impression. The two wore fully enclosed helmets, reflecting all the scenery in front of them like astronauts helmets, and they cannot see through their faces. Behind them is a white integrated backpack, the white coat on their bodies is divided into two layers, one with a white and heavy lining, and one with a translucent high-reflective outer skin, like a raincoat, but without a hood.

Turing's appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention, and Iliad's face froze:

"Of course, the door I mentioned does not include the door at home...wait!"

He suddenly stopped the silver-edge soldier forward, but under the gaze of the opponent's rain-stained exoskeleton helmet, Iliad instantly became timid:

"Uh...I have no other meaning... What do you guys want to drink?"

As he said that, Iliad rushed past Captain Silver Border and stood under Turing's body. He subconsciously raised one arm, and the intention of blocking it was obvious.

The armor collided, the steel boots stepped neatly, and the captain of Silver Border suddenly raised his hand, causing the two subordinates who were approaching to stop.

The automatic door slowly closed, isolating the sound of rain outside, and the entire hall corridor seemed a little quiet. The two scientific researchers behind kept looking at Turing, and the person in the lead was even more distant from his newly processed left front limb.

Click.

With a light sound, with the ejection, Captain Silverborder took off his helmet, revealing a beautiful blue hair, and his long bangs covered his eyes.

This is a very handsome man, looking at Iliad with a cynical smile on his face:

“Iliad Fenitz…”

Under the other party's gaze, Iliad seemed a little uneasy.

The blue-haired man strode forward, pushed Iliad's tiny blocking aside, and looked at Turing's two heads:

"What a magical craftsman... it's really worth my visit in person... Don't be nervous, baby, and your agent."

As he said that, he turned his gaze back to Iliad's face.

"You can call me Captain Manik. We won't do anything to the future 'Wang Ting Beast', just routine inspections, and necessary sampling... You seem to have a lot of external equipment on you, which may be detrimental to the inspection later. Can they be taken off?"

As he said that, blue-haired Manik walked up and reached out to the exoskeleton armor on Turing's legs. The latter took a quick step back, staring at him with eight eyes.

Manick took a step forward, Turing retreated again, and the other party moved forward again. Turing did not retreat this time, and let him grab the exoskeleton.

He pulled the pull hard, but there was no movement.

The blue-haired man laughed at himself, and then his face suddenly became ferocious. A dense blue indicator light lit up on the exoskeleton of his hands, and he tried hard.

The harsh sound of steel neighing and grinding each other echoed in the hall corridor. Manik shook his palms wrapped in exoskeletons, and a few clear scratches appeared on his fingers, and a trace of discomfort flashed across his face.

"Beast fight, take off your equipment."

Both heads looked at this guy as if they were looking at him.

Of course Turing couldn't take off.

Have you ever seen anyone take off their skin as clothes?

"Sir, let's get to the point..."

"How can it get to the point if it doesn't take off its external equipment?"

Manik's high voice shouted Iliad back, and Turing narrowed his eyes.

This guy... seems to be looking for trouble.

Or is this some intention?

"Go and help our champion get off."

Several soldiers strode forward, and their eight eyes suddenly lit up a deep red light, and violent airflow ejected from the two giant kisses-
To be continued...