Why is this map of Yan State so short? Let me give you the proposition directly!
Within three seconds of staring at the old emperor's old face, Yang Luo figured out his dangerous situation at the moment.
He cannot give this blood.
First, the emperor banned biochemical transformation. The emperor longed for a longer life, but for the stability of the empire, the throne must be constantly renewed. The emperor was given this blood, and if the matter was exposed, the emperor would not be able to take the blame. In the end, he would be the one to take the blame.
It's still him.
He will be accused of crimes and become the enemy of the Imperial Military, the Council of Elders, the nobles, and even the princes and princesses.
Second, there is a risk of being cloned. No one is sure to what extent the empire's current biotechnology has reached, and to what extent it has researched ancient god cells.
Third, assuming that the emperor has completed the transformation of the ancient god's life form, even if it is the 'third level' ancient god's life form at the lowest end of the food chain, with the power in the emperor's hands, he and the Valkyrie will eventually become blood transfusion pumps. And if the emperor
If he was killed by a derivative of this blood, the blame would still be placed on him.
From the empire's point of view, Yang Luo was able to get the opportunity to meet the emperor because the emperor wanted this tool man to show off his politics and seek historical positioning, not because of his strong strength.
From the emperor's personal perspective, this was actually just an unimportant attempt.
Yang Luo originally thought that he had just made such a great contribution to the empire and was in the honeymoon stage with the empire. He did not expect that this 'relationship' could not withstand the impact.
Now, is there any way to reject the emperor's request and ensure that he can continue to live in the empire...
"Your Majesty," Yang Luo said softly, "I'm sorry, I can't give you this blood."
The emperor's smile did not change at all, he just raised his eyebrows slightly, squinted his eyes and smiled: "You are rejecting me, right?"
"No, this is not a rejection."
The thoughts in Yang Luo's heart were spinning rapidly.
He refused, and the emperor would not touch him directly. This emperor seemed to like 'fame' very much.
"Your Majesty, allow me to tell you the dangers of this matter in detail. You know my name, White Ghost. I dare to ask, do you know where it comes from?"
Yang Luo was betting that His Majesty the Emperor would not read too many files from the Military Intelligence Bureau.
The emperor smiled and said: "Tell me and listen."
"It's because I have actually died once."
Yang Luo sighed softly.
The emperor couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Faya, this term should be familiar to you. It refers to a civilization."
The emperor sat up, came to Yang Luo's side, and whispered: "Where did you learn this term?"
"I have been in contact with them, Your Majesty," Yang Luo said, "This is related to the power I gained. You should have also heard that I have a high-level life form, the Valkyrie, right? She is the work of Faya."
The emperor's eyes flashed with thought, and he frowned and stared at Yang Luo.
"Young man, do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know for sure and clearly," Yang Luo's eyes were clear and sincere.
When he was reading novels in his hometown on Earth, he came across a sentence - the most perfect lies in the world are all made up of the truth, and only part of the information needs to be disassembled from the truth.
The old emperor seemed a little nervous about the word Faya.
Yang Luo waited quietly, and the old emperor's eyes gradually returned to calm.
He whispered: "Hanton, this is a taboo. Never mention it to outsiders casually."
"It's because you are in front of me," Yang Luo said. "If there is only one person in the human civilization in the galaxy who knows the existence of this name, it must be you."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of the emperor's mouth: "Continue talking... don't worry, no one can hear our conversation, the two behind me are deaf-mute."
"Kigrove's experiment is a research project inherited from the empire that has lasted for hundreds of years. The sample of this research is the ancient god cell cluster."
Yang Luo spoke unhurriedly, making sure that the emperor could understand the logic.
"Under normal circumstances, the ancient god cells cannot maintain the state of cell clusters and will either die quickly or proliferate and divide into new ancient god life forms."
"But don't you doubt that the Empire can hold the cell mass for hundreds of years?"
"They told me that it was our technology that reached this level."
"This is extremely ridiculous," Yang Luo said, "I did not intend to slander the scientific research team that is loyal to you, but one thing is very important. If I want to disappear in front of you, I can directly let this body destroy itself.
The self is severely damaged and then regenerated through the mass of cells I have left outside.”
The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly.
Yang Luo smiled bitterly and said: "Although the process will be very painful, I will further lose my sanity as a human being. You should have studied me, and you naturally know that in the several battles I fought with the Valkyrie, I was able to kill her every time.
But she always comes back to life because I can't find her reserved cell mass."
"Just wait a moment."
The emperor stretched out his hand to the side, and a maid brought a 'tablet'.
The emperor leaned to the other side, looked at the tablet for a while, then quickly threw the tablet aside and turned to glare at Yang Luo.
Yang Luo:
Emotionally, we have just investigated his background!
"You are not a product of our civilization," the emperor said regretfully.
Yang Luo nodded slowly and whispered:
"Your Majesty, I am able to survive because of the interference of the Fayan people. Only with the help of the Fayan people can the grafting of the ancient god's life form be completed."
"And this chance is very low. The Faya people told me that they have been constantly adjusting human samples from the very beginning of the experiment and working directly on human embryos."
"In the end, the one that best fits the characteristics of the experiment is the Valkyrie, Professor Kilgrove's daughter, cultivated from embryos by the Fayans."
The emperor's eyes flashed with two lights, and he asked in a low voice: "Kirov has transformed his daughter? Oh, this is so! Things are getting a little exciting."
"This is a tragedy," Yang sighed, "So the Valkyrie hates the Empire... But please rest assured, Your Majesty, the Valkyrie will not become a trouble to the Empire even if I am alive. I am confident that I can defeat it again."
she."
"I believe you," "The emperor patted Yang Luo's arm and suddenly changed the subject, as if he asked inadvertently, 66 have you ever communicated directly with the Faya people?"
"Yes."
The emperor seemed to have found a new point of interest: "Face to face, like our communication?"
Yang Luo pondered for a few times and began to describe in detail the process of his contact with the Faya civilization. Before communicating with each other, he also exaggeratedly described a battle between him and the Valkyrie.
The emperor listened very attentively, and from time to time he would interrupt Yang Luo to ask one or two questions about the civilizational form of the Fayan people.
Elder Pison immediately came forward, with a smile on his face and drooped shoulders. He took the initiative to hold the wine glass sideways and touched Yang Luo's wine glass lightly.
"Please take good care of me in the future."
So said the elder.
After Yang Luo ended his communication with the old emperor, the banquet quickly came to an end.
Both the Presbytery and the Military Department received the emperor's order. More than a dozen elders, generals, and ministers who had appeared before gathered in a conference room again, and there were more than a dozen people wearing white coats next to them, forming a
Research Team.
Elder Pison brought Yang Luo here, closed the door on his own initiative, and waited outside.
Yang Luo raised his hand and touched the new badge pinned to his chest, and many old people smiled more or less.
"Hanton, please come here," an elder said enthusiastically, "Don't worry, this time we are just storing a sample of your blood, and no research or study will be conducted."
"yes!"
Yang Luo performed a military salute, walked to the simple equipment with a relaxed expression, rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms.
The female nurse on the side immediately came over with a sterilized needle.
This needle is obviously a specially made thing. Nowadays, for painless blood drawing, you can stick a small piece of paper on the skin to collect the blood you need.
The actual situation in society is that because various types of radiation detectors are mature enough, blood tests are rarely used.
A few seconds passed, and the female nurse looked a little nervous.
Yang Luo's skin felt soft to the touch, but the needle tip could not penetrate at all.
"I'll do it," an elderly doctor on the side came over, grabbed Yang Luo's arm, pursed his lips, gathered his strength, and stabbed forward hard.
Yang Luo subconsciously turned his head.
The shadow of his childhood is almost being summoned!
Click.
The needle tube broke directly.
A group of nurses looked at each other in confusion. The needles they used were...
"Use a laser to burn it," Yang Luo reminded, "This is the only way now."
The doctors and nurses nodded quickly, and the elderly people at the conference table came over curiously.
After struggling for half the galaxy, a laser beam finally melted Yang Luo's skin... In the end, Yang Luo squeezed out more than a dozen drops of blood himself, which was quickly put into a special container.
"It's amazing."
"Hanton, are you still human? Sorry, maybe I asked a little presumptuously."
"Of course it's a human being," Yang Luo smiled and stood up, putting on his military uniform jacket.
The wound on the back of his hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cells were dividing and proliferating rapidly and appropriately. In the end, only a black film was left on the back of his hand, which Yang Luo flicked away.
"My lords, my mission is over, can I leave?"
The rosy-faced elder said warmly: "There will be a celebration ceremony in the Elders' House next. All the nobles who are accompanying the army will be invited. Several princesses will also be present. Hanton, do you have any..."
"The military department will have a meeting later," the military department reminded, "Hanton needs to be allowed to discuss the follow-up disposal of that fortress. After all, it was captured by him alone."
Yang Luodao: "My lords, please give me an order directly after discussing my next mission. I will retire first... His Majesty's escort team is already driving me away."
All the old people smiled and nodded.
Yang Luo saluted left and right, then left the conference room with his head held high.
In a deserted place, the corners of Yang Luo's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.
Did he make a loss or a profit today?
After losing more than a dozen drops of blood, he got an awesome-looking badge given by the old emperor. Now he doesn't even know the name of the badge.
Did he really frighten the old emperor?
Has imperial power really been constrained?
Yang Luo felt inexplicably unsure, and just wanted to return to Catherine's soft and intoxicating arms. He simply had no sense of security here.
Almost Yang Luo had just left the Emperor Starship.
"Director, director, please come and see! There is something wrong with the experimental sample!"
"Damn it, what have you done! This is an order issued by His Majesty himself!"
"The cells have lost their activity and are rapidly dying... The escape of biological energy has been detected, and the powerful biological energy contained in it has disappeared out of thin air!"
"We're doomed!"
At the same time, Yang Luo felt warmth on the back of his hand, as if there was an extremely weak energy flowing into the previous wound.
He didn't pay much attention, after all, this level of biological energy was a bit too low.
A few galactic hours later.
A transport ship slowly left the Stinger, and Yang sat in the ascending elevator, playing with the badge in his hand.
"Wow," Lu's voice suddenly sounded, "Emperor Star Guards Knights Badge! Boss, you have truly become the confidant of His Majesty the Emperor of the Sherman Empire!"
Yang Luo asked: "Is this thing famous?"
"It's not famous, but even the old nobles know it! I also spent 0.0001 millisecond searching for this part of the information!"
Xiaolu explained excitedly:
"There are only twelve such badges in the empire!"
"It is an ancient tradition inherited from the time of the founding emperor Levi Sherman!"
"Although its wearer no longer has the power to kill imperial officials first and then report later, it is still an extremely rare and precious honor! With this thing, you can enter and exit the major noble clubs in the Imperial Star Circle at will.
Got it!"
Yang Luo sighed: "Is it awesome?"
"It's amazing!"
"In exchange for blood."
Yang Luo sighed quietly: "If the empire produces a clone of me one day, I wouldn't be surprised at all."
"Actually, you have no choice," Lu smiled. "Since you want to gain a foothold in the empire, you must further develop mutual trust with the empire. Sometimes, many things are more formal than practical, but this formality is an indispensable step."
"this·"
Gurgling.
Deep space whale calls.
Yang Luo frowned and turned his head, closing his eyes, but opened them immediately after a second.