Chapter 665 369 Memory

Chapter 665 369. Memory

As far as I can see, I think that ‘appearance’, or ‘charm’, is absolutely dominant.

The android Gaslin, who was assigned ‘charm’, performed very well and was very good at controlling authority. He did not look like a rookie who had only been in contact for two hours.

In a sense, it can be proved that authority and ‘charm’ can be said to be complementary. The stronger the charm, the more authority the host will have. As the host uses authority, he will become more proficient and develop more power applications.

After Gaslin obtained the [Gravity] authority, he easily extended the abilities related to ‘time and space’. He can freeze time and space, distort time and space to achieve instant movement, use gravity to deflect light to become invisible, and control gravity to squeeze living people into mud... If his charm is a little higher, maybe he can stop the entire planet from rotating?

So far, everything has been carried out according to the established procedures. In the killing enclosure, the weakest rabbits have begun to become lions, fighting to their heart's content and providing control data. Although this is very sad, their sacrifice is necessary and will be remembered forever...if the void has not won by then.

There seems to be some noise outside the door. What happened?

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Squeak-bang!

The door slowly opened, and the fat body of the blacksmith walked out of the elevator like a flood.

"Stop! Don't move! This is the forbidden area of ​​the institute. No outsiders are allowed to enter!"

The security personnel of the institute immediately moved over, holding the void gun, aiming at the newcomers, and shouted loudly:

"Stop moving forward immediately, hold your head with both hands, and squat on the spot!"

Snap, snap, snap...

The blacksmith stopped, he raised his purple eyes, timidly glanced at these armed bodyguards, but did not raise his weapon.

Because at this moment he was holding a box in one hand and a hammer for work in the other.

On one side were the client's things and on the other side were the guys eating. The blacksmith was afraid that the other party would confiscate the things in his hands, so he lowered his head, shy and afraid to say a word.

"I said, raise your hands!" A security guard holding a pistol shouted loudly: "Are you deaf? Raise your hands!"

The blacksmith was startled by the roar and raised the things in his hands aggrievedly. The people next to him were almost knocked over by the sweat odor under his armpits when they approached slightly. Resisting their disgust for this ugly guy, two security guards put on gas masks and began to search for dangerous objects on his body.

Just as the blacksmith cooperated with the body search, the corridor beside him suddenly became transparent, revealing the empty space below.

[Panoramic observation mode - activated]

A sound came from the radio, and a team of scientists hurried over, stepped on the transparent floor, and looked down carefully.

The blacksmith looked over curiously: the goal of these scientists was surprisingly consistent, that is, the little people fighting each other in the open space.

Bang!

The angel holding sulfur fire flew across the sky in an instant, slashed the escaping Aurora Wings in front with a sword, and fell to the ground after a few somersaults in the air. The tall young man fell to the ground, making a sound like a horse neighing, and before he whimpered a few times, a demon with a sheep's head slowly crawled out from the shadow under him, picked him up by the waist, and possessed the other's body.

The scientists next to them discussed:

"[Pegasus Wings] seems to be eliminated. It seems that 'race' has no blessing on authority."

"It's not a good idea to draw conclusions so early. The sisters only got 'habits' and 'hobbies'. In the final analysis, their authority [Dark Light] is too strong."

"Two in one can have this effect. [Dark Light] is powerful, but [Pegasus Wings] is not a vegetarian."

The leading scientist shook his head and watched the young man being burned into a salt pillar by the fire. He firmly picked up the pen and made a mark on the notebook:

Persis, 'race', [Pegasus Power] - eliminated

"By the way, who is this ugly guy?"

After a battle, the scientists noticed the tall and fat blacksmith next to them and asked in confusion.

"Well, this guy somehow bypassed the disguise and sneaked in from the back door of the institute..."

The security guard said a little embarrassedly.

The blacksmith looked bewildered. He raised his head and carefully watched the two twins slowly ascending the platform. Their voices came from the radio:

"Oh, what a pity. They almost hit us."

"It's so boring. I really want to eat chicken baked with potatoes and a glass of lemon soda."

"Eh? Did you like that kind of thing before?"

"I suddenly liked it - by the way, isn't it the same with my sister? You weren't so arrogant before."

"Huh? What's this..."

Arrogance, chicken baked with potatoes and lemon soda...

The blacksmith opened his mouth and felt a sense of familiarity.

The scientists looked at him for a few times, and one of them said:

"Don't you still have 'memory' and the gene of authority that has no place?"

"You've taken a fancy to him - well, this is a good idea."

"After all, he is so strong and can recognize disguises. If he sneaks in, he should be very durable."

The scientists quickly reached a consensus. Before the blacksmith could react, his hands and feet were already shackled.

"You shouldn't be here."

The security guard who had drawn his gun not long ago now said pitifully:

"I wish you a quick death, at least you can say goodbye to the world peacefully..."

The blacksmith looked confused, and soon he was taken to an independent black room.

There was only one researcher here, and he had been waiting for a long time. Without much nonsense, he quickly started the complex instrument and took out a sponge-like soft substance from the container. He held the color-changing soft substance in one hand and walked over with a sullen face:

"Open your mouth."

The blacksmith was confused, but out of shyness, he still opened his mouth.

Snap!

The researcher was unceremoniously stuffed the color-changing soft substance into his mouth, and through the hard plug, fiercely pushed the thing into his throat.

"Woo-woo-uh, cough-cough-cough..."

The blacksmith's eyes immediately filled with tears. The soft substance, once in his mouth, immediately paralyzed him from the mouth to the cervical spine. The thing kept drilling into his nasal cavity like a living thing, blocking his breathing. His face immediately turned purple, as ugly and terrifying as a hanged ghost.

But soon, this suffocation ended, replaced by a strong tingling and burning sensation, from the scalp to the soles of the feet. There was no place on his body that was comfortable. His body trembled violently, foamed at the mouth, and scenes kept flashing before his eyes.

Swish!

The researcher raised the injection gun and gave him an injection, then said lightly:

"'The memory of Leoz' has been integrated into the experimental subject."

"Next is the gene of authority..."

"What? Is the gene of [End of Vitality] damaged?"

"That can't be wasted... I have to throw this guy in, let Gaslin kill him, and recycle the memory."