Chapter 442, Victor, Brown Hair, Great Pioneer, Madman

Chapter 442, Victor, Brown Hair, Great Pioneer, Madman

Of course, this is not a lucky thing.

This endless attention even turned this bloodline, this gift, into a curse.

In the experimental base.

As another batch of experimental materials lost their value, those crazy rat engineers had to start waiting. The next batch of goods and materials were coming.

This experiment has come to the final moment. The genetic coding and decoding have been deduced to the last step. Logically, it should not fail, but it has not succeeded once.

There are some factors, some factors that they cannot perceive and are not recognized. He affected the results of the experiment and made the beautiful flower unable to be born successfully.

Victor, brown hair, great pioneer.

This is an extremely outstanding rat engineer in the Rat Empire, and also the craziest madman. He is a leader among the royal engineers and almost dominates the Rat Empire's cognition of the subspace and the spirit of the subspace.

But at this time, he is particularly crazy.

The frustration of failure and the anger of not understanding why he failed made him scratch his hair frantically in the office.

Can you understand this feeling? He was only one step away, only the last step away, but it was so difficult for him that he couldn't even find the reason for his failure.

Genetics told him that his experiment would succeed, biology told him that his experiment would succeed, psychic power, soul theory, these, the knowledge that the rat man mastered, the knowledge that he could recognize, all told him that he could succeed.

But he still failed, still failed, in an era without a reason, and he couldn't explain why he failed.

He thought he was a scholar, a seeker of knowledge, he was not afraid of challenges, he was not afraid of exploring the unknown, but damn it, damn it, this time, this time, he didn't even know where the problem was, just like writing an essay that didn't know the title, but actually had a title, just like asking a monkey to type out a gene overview, what should he do, what should he do, what can he do?

Fortunately, fortunately, there was not no hope at all, not no hope at all.

Those ratmen with psychic blood are a breakthrough.

A new batch of materials has arrived.

He, Victor, brown-haired, a great pioneer, is not a great engineer who likes exhaustive and wasteful, but he does not want to fail, and does not want this problem to bother him endlessly.

He is about to be driven crazy.

Damn, maybe it is not unacceptable to believe in the gear spirit. As long as this experiment can succeed, as long as the gear spirit can help him achieve this success and let him solve this problem, he is even willing to kneel down every day.

Maybe he really needs to believe in the gear spirit. In the last experiment, did he recite the name of the gear spirit?

My head hurts.

This guy doesn't seem to be in a good condition. His eyes are full of bloodshot, and his body is covered with patches of alopecia, which is extremely ugly.

But he finally made a breakthrough. The psychic blood, or the things contained in the psychic blood, is an important factor that allows the ratmen to successfully integrate the abilities of those subspace creatures.

Last time, no, no, last two times, or three times, he almost succeeded. The experimental subject was an individual who had fully developed his psychic power, but unfortunately, he was still a little short of it, still a little short of it.

It was not because of his physical fitness, but because of some kind of indescribable carrying capacity. Even if the experimental individual had developed his psychic power to the extreme, he still lacked a little carrying capacity for the psychic power of those subspace creatures.

How to improve such carrying capacity?

While thinking hard, he suddenly remembered something, that a new batch of experimental subjects was coming.

Putting on a white coat and wiping a handful of cold water on his face, he hurriedly left the office.

In the deepest part of the meteorite base, in a very warmly decorated room, a group of little ratmen gathered here, and each of these guys had an indelible fear on their faces.

They were all small ratmen, and even calling them ratmen boys was not allowed, because they were too young, but this was not surprising, after all, the gift would often only come to these young guys.

Bigger gifters tend to hide their tracks, making them hard to catch, and they are too unstable to be used as experimental subjects. So it seems that it is normal for these little guys to be sent here.

In front of this warm room, Victor, the great pioneer, stopped and adjusted his expression.

This is a necessary measure. In experiments, he found that doing so at the first meeting can make these little guys more cooperative in the subsequent experiments, and their mood can also affect the success or failure.

The door opened.

In the room were the trembling little guys. This crazy guy, Victor, raised his hands with a gentle expression.

"Children, welcome to the sweet home! Here, you will get the best care!"

At this time, a short little rat man hiding behind a huge pink doll made a timid voice.

"Can I go home? I don't want to be here!"

The voice was very small, but Victor still heard it clearly. He walked towards the little mouse hiding behind the big doll, picked it up, and scared the little guy to tears.

The other little mouse guys were also scared and fled one after another, but it was a pity that the room was really small, and these little guys couldn't run away even if they wanted to.

No cruel scene appeared.

Victor just gently rubbed the head of the timid little guy, and very naturally took out a piece of colorful candy from his pocket.

A gentle voice sounded.

"Poor child, I'm sorry, but I can't send you back, have a piece of candy!"

The little guy who was about to cry gradually calmed down under the effect of sugar, and those panicked little guys also calmed down together, and many of them even had a little more desire for the candy in his hand.

Victor, this crazy guy didn't give more candy. The experiment should be done step by step, and the same is true for these little guys. Don't rush it, take it slowly.

In this way, they can become qualified.

Putting down the little guy in his hand, he spoke to the little guys in front of him in a gentle manner.

"You are not ordinary children. I am afraid that you have also realized the power in your hands. This is a gift and a doom. If you stay in your original home, you will only be killed by those guys who are malicious and jealous of your abilities. So I brought you here. Here, you can receive the best training, thoroughly develop your gifts, and become powerful!"

"Like this, like this..."

Before the words were finished, a little guy answered excitedly.

"In this way, we can become powerful warriors to fight for the great emperor!"

Hearing the words of this little family, Victor's mouth corners pulled a little arc.

"Yes, in this way, you can become powerful warriors and fight for the great rat emperor!"

In this way, the first meeting between the two sides ended, with a warm smile, until leaving this warm house. According to the list, there is an extremely precious material in this batch of experimental products, a little guy with innate awakening psychic talent.

Think about it, it seems that the little guy who always hides in the dark and looks at me, a white little guy, is quite smart.

It doesn't matter, we still have enough time, I hope you can really let your Uncle Victor get what he wants.

After taking off the disguise, the gentleness on his face retreated, and his expression was cruel and crazy.

Passing by a corner, in a room on the side of the corner, a room that was once warm but now full of blood, a group of rats are busy, busy cleaning a pool of minced meat.

The minced meat has not died completely, piled up in the corner of the room, and the original appearance is not clear, but the mouth embedded in the flesh is still closing, as if saying something, and as if calling something.

"Victor, Uncle, I, it hurts!"

Whispering silently, it's a pity that there is no help and contact, only those cleaning staff holding shovels, and those guys' disgusted expressions.

"Another big pile of them exploded, it's so troublesome to deal with it!"

There were only such complaints.

In the warm and tidy room, these little guys waited for the first meal after arriving at the studio.

It was very rich, with a lot of meat, delicious mushroom soup, and candy. This was already a very good meal. At least most of the little guys who came here had never eaten such good food.

It was very simple. Such a meal calmed them down, less panic, and more expectations. After all, being able to give them such good food should not be to harm them.

Maybe it's really like what the guy just said, they will become strong here, become a qualified warrior, and fight for the great emperor.

Maybe it's really like this.

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Huangsha Star.

The rat people's conquest and colonization of this planet have been slowed down. It's not that they lost in the war. In fact, after destroying the City of Progress, the rat people have been winning battles and have almost never lost.

But the population is not enough. As for colonists, even though most of the area on this planet is a desert and the available area is not large, the problem is that the First Expeditionary Fleet can send out few rat colonists.

After retaining the basic population to maintain the operation of the fleet, plus the population incorporated into the army, the number of colonists that can be sent out is already small. Landing on this planet is like pouring a cup of sand into a desert.

The rat army on the front line is constantly advancing, but after victory, victory, and victory, the subsequent colonization population cannot keep up at all. Those oases that have been captured will soon be occupied by gerbils. This is a very embarrassing situation.

In the final analysis, the First Expeditionary Fleet was unable to get in touch with the Rat Empire. If a subspace channel leading to the Rat Empire could be opened directly here, then there would be no need to worry about such a problem. The colony ships that arrived at the Yellow Sand Star one after another would fill the planet up, leaving no gaps.

But now, this has become a real problem.

No matter how much the Rat Legion advances and how many victories it wins, the actual control range of the Rat People has not changed much, and the pressure is even greater.

A wider front requires more resources to maintain. Although each battle is basically a crushing situation, it is inevitable that there will be some damage, but the harvest is not so rich.

This is very entangled. In the few times, the flag needs to be troubled by too few rats in its hands.

In order to deal with such a situation, the flag has to start recruiting a group of obedient sand rats, or sand traitors, Er Gouzi, in a situation where there is no other way.

And unexpectedly, this was very easy to do, not difficult at all. The rats only needed to give some food, some clean water, and some captured weapons, and then the wastelanders would gather around like the most loyal dogs.

They didn't care that they were working for a group of alien evil guests, and they didn't even care that the rats might have raided them not long ago.

It can only be said that these guys' lives were really too hard.

After that horrible nuclear war, the world turned into such a desert wasteland. Let alone civilization, rationality, and inheritance, these are all empty. Just the most basic and most fundamental issue is that most of the survivors on this planet cannot guarantee survival.

Those who have obtained more heritage have built tall cities and claim to be the heirs of the golden age, the real gerbils. These solitary wastelanders have become the real desert cockroaches.

Groups of them gathered together, competing for the slowly disappearing depressions in this desolate world, those small oases that could be completely buried in a sandstorm at any time.

For them, everything was false, only survival, only the real food and water in their hands, this was real, this was practical.

In such a situation, it seemed nothing strange that they surrendered to the rats without hesitation.