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Looking at the hundreds of temporarily transformed Deadpools below, Mars walked back and forth with nostalgia as if he were admiring exquisite works of art.

"Dr. Herzog, you are really a genius. It took you just a few decades to catch up with our progress over thousands of years." Mars sincerely praised, but then said with extreme regret, "But you

Wrong way."

"Oh?" Herzog said with a smile, "May I ask what wrong path you are pointing to?"

"Of course he is trying to usurp everything from the White King with his own body." Mars narrowed his eyes and said, "I won't hide it from you now. Some things were revealed to you last time. Everything you are doing is

The conjecture of one of us."

Herzog's smile continued: "It sounds like you and Mr. Bondarev, who guided me in the direction, are not from the same faction."

Mars half-smiled and said, "Isn't this obvious? Only hybrids who don't know the heights of the world will have the ambition to reach the sky in one step and constantly try to usurp the throne of God."

"Doctor, you are right about one thing." Mars smiled and said, "The king's fetal blood does contain the essence of dragon power. The plan Bondarev gave you is right on this point, and so is your idea.

That's right, you won't let the holy bones directly parasitize you, but inherit the king's fetal blood through blood exchange in the container. If everything goes well, you will indeed be able to give birth to the body of the White King."

Herzog narrowed his eyes and said, "But Your Excellency, you think that I am destined to fail?"

"Of course." Mars chuckled, "Do you think you can escape the parasitism of the White King's spirit through indirect blood exchange? Isn't this stupid?"

"Doctor, do you still remember your early experiments? Have you extracted complete dragon genes from the dragon bones?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten it. Unfortunately, I didn't get any useful genes from that dead dragon." Herzog said regretfully.

He still remembered this clearly. All the cells carrying genetic information in the dragon in Swan Harbor died, from the brain to the nerve endings.

"This is a kind of self-protection of the dragons." Mars said softly, "Doctor, never let yourself become arrogant. We also thought that we knew the genes well and had completely grasped the weight of life, but the facts tell us

, wrong, absolutely wrong. The meaning of life is infinitely broader than the information of genes.”

"Where do you think today's hybrids came from?"

"What you are doing now, we actually did it thousands of years ago."

"We can create countless hybrids with dragon blood, but it is impossible to create a true dragon king, or even a species more noble than the dragon king!"

"That level is not just genes, blood and other material things, but a higher level. In your human terms, it is spirit, or soul."

Mars said the last two words forcefully in a low and slow tone.

The air suddenly stagnated, as if it was sinking suddenly under the weight of these two words.
Chapter completed!