Warlord Chapter 201 - Off-Earth

The elevator continued to descend.

Every dark red light that flashed across the faces of Oglock and Dr. Shaw meant that the elevator had gone deeper into the ground. It wasn't until the number appeared on the elevator's electronic board on the 49th floor and there was a slight vibration that the elevator stopped.

The alloy door opened, and outside the elevator was a silver world. The walls and pa.s.sageway were made of pure metal, making the underground research inst.i.tute s.h.i.+ne with a cold light. The research inst.i.tute was built in a rock stratum close to a thousand meters underground of the Polytechnic Academy. There were 49 layers of alloy armor, which could withstand the simultaneous bombardment of over a hundred nuclear bombs, or the meteor shower on the day of the catastrophe.

This was the idea formed at the very beginning of the Parliament to establish an underground inst.i.tute that could withstand catastrophic damage, to study and preserve important data and information, and to serve as a cornerstone for the continuation of human civilization. In order to achieve it, Oglock had spent another 30 years, and then another 10 years to perfect it.

Currently, this underground research inst.i.tute possessed the continent's most advanced research equipment, intelligent star high-powered intellectual brain, a perfect database, and a large number of outstanding researchers. It was not an exaggeration to say that even if the Dark Council was destroyed in an instant, as long as this research inst.i.tute remained, it would be able to restore its former glory in the future.

And such an important place was named by Oglock as the 'Dark Core'.

The dark core was not only not dark, but also very bright. Almost all day long the source of light from work made the underground world as bright as day, with many researchers coming and going through the metal tunnels. These people had reached a level of fanaticism in their exploration of science. In their eyes, Oglock's ident.i.ty was less important than a set of functions. Thus, on the pa.s.sageway, almost everyone was not allowed to pa.s.s, yet no one stopped to greet Oglock.

Oglock was already used to this.

After all, in the decades he had known Dr. Shaw, he had fully understood that in the eyes of the scientific maniacs of Dr. Shaw, data was everything. As for his status and ident.i.ty, it was just a decoration.

After comparing a series of data such as pupil, palm print, etc. The door of Dr. Shaw's office was drawn back to either side, revealing a dark s.p.a.ce in front of the doctor and Oglock.

Dr. Shaw strode into the office, followed by Oglock. When the alloy door closed, soft spots of light gradually appeared in the dark s.p.a.ce. They appeared around the s.p.a.ce, from simple and complex to small and numerous, gradually forming a picture scroll that was like a galaxy in the universe. They are so beautiful, so pleasing to the eyes, and in fact, these are energy circuits. It was necessary to provide the computing power for the comet cla.s.s of the brain called Omega, and Dr. Shauna's office was actually a private terminal connected to Omega.

There was nothing superfluous in the nearly three hundred square meters of office, except for what looked like an odd device for an astronomical telescope. This is the terminal that connects Omiga. Dr. Shona sat down in the chair in front of the console. When his ten fingers moved across the light keys, the telescope-shaped object continued to shoot tiny lasers of various colors.

These are energy fibers, and by activating them, O'Myssa has gone from standby to operational. A holographic image appeared in the background that was like a galaxy. It was a beautiful woman wearing a long, plain white robe, her entire body wrapped in a layer of soft, silvery light. She was Omiga's anthropomorphic form, and she could help Dr. Shaw do all sorts of basic data calculations.

"Good evening, Dr. Shaw. Is there anything I can do for you? " In order to distinguish her from the real person, the doctor had developed the idea of not adding "emotion" to the language of speech at the beginning of his development. So Omiga's voice sounded cold and inorganic.

Dr. Shona put something like a helmet on his head. Through it, Dr. Shona would have the right to use Omiga. Oglock has a helmet like that. But of course Oglock wasn't using it to study anything, it was just an occasional convenience for him to call up some encrypted files in the Ormisga library.

"O'Mishka, bring up the current phase of the study on Project WX1875." Dr. Shaw said excitedly.

"As you wish, Doctor." With that, the holographic image disappeared.

But as she disappeared, a screen of light spread out before the two of them. On the screen, groups of Arabic numbers appeared. They filled the screen, and from the distribution at the back, there were many such numbers. Under these numbers, there was a progress bar. Currently, the progress bar shows a nonexistent number in the middle.

1%!

"This is …" Oglock looked at Dr. Shaw.

The doctor left the table, the thick lenses reflecting the numbers on the light screen. He spread his hands and said in a dreamy voice, "Og, my old friend. "Look at these numbers, they represent a life that we can't understand!"

"The disorderly? We've already come to this conclusion a long time ago. They are different from lifeforms other than mutants and h.o.m.o sapiens. " Oglock frowned.

No one knows how the disorderly appeared, or how they evolved. These were normally no different from humans, but once they lost their rationality, they would turn into crazy devils. In terms of appearance, the disorderly was very close to the mutated type. However, in essence, they were different. They had powerful battle instincts, infinite regeneration of strange genes, and nearly limitless kinetic energy.

All of these things give the disorderly the potential to become the perfect life form. But that was all. They were not truly the perfect life, and the insanity was the greatest flaw of the disordered. He had a strong body, but no control over his mind. He wanted the disordered ones to be dangerous beasts in the eyes of those with higher abilities.

Yet the Dark Council had not ceased to study this rare life for nearly twenty years. However, disorderly people were extremely rare. The complete cells that the Dark Council had been able to obtain over the years had recently been provided by the low-level Blood Cavalry Saurun, and had been extracted from the blood of a disordered person.

Hearing Oglock's words, Dr. Shauna retorted, "It's not that simple, Ogg. From the samples you provided, we had to go through a lot of research to get the source code in the cells of the disorderly. Listen, Og, you have to figure out what's at stake here. It is not the disorderly that produces this genetic code, but rather it affects the disorderly and prompts the appearance of this creature. "

"As I said before, this is a set of life codes that we don't know about. The so-called don't know, is after comparing the old and new two years we have mastered all the code of life come to the conclusion. This set of source code did not represent life on Earth. It, is coming from outside of Earth! "