Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 200 The Fertility Machine
Various conjectures kept popping up in Owen's mind, but they were all suppressed by him in the end because they were meaningless.

This ruin has been idle for thousands of years, and there are only two possibilities. One is that there is a problem with the human force that is powerful enough to colonize various worlds, and it is still a big problem, resulting in no time for thousands of years to take care of the immigration places in different worlds.

This can also explain why the empire deliberately erased this information, because only in this way can the empire gain the right to rule in a legitimate way.

The other is that the so-called void storm has not stopped, and even the unknown human forces have to continue to wait for the day when the storm subsides.

But for Netherstorm, Owen knew something from the devil.

If the void is compared to the ocean, then the void storm is an undercurrent, if the hell abyss is compared to the flower of flesh and blood, then the void storm is the wind, and the world is like duckweed and dust, so small that it is inconceivable, so for the void, normal fluctuations, For many worlds it was catastrophic.

All in all, the Netherstorm is irresistible. No wonder that powerful human force chose to take back the colonies from the outside world.

It's a pity that even if he knows this, it doesn't mean much to Owen, because he hasn't even set foot on the empire, so it's nothing to show a wider world in front of him.

To find clues?To find traces?In the end, when he found the other party, he was beaten to death like a monkey?
Owen didn't feel that a force capable of colonizing across the world would care about the natives of a colony.

Anyway, Owen didn't intend to take risks. If he had a level [-], he would at most go to a level [-] strange area with a magical costume.

During the time Owen was thinking, the Flame Queen had obtained most of the laboratory's authority through Nuan Baobao, so some hidden equipment also emerged, such as rows of somewhat spectacular cultivation cabins.

Seeing these training cabins, Owen's expression was not very good.

The hundreds of culture cabins around are either dragon eggs or unformed dragon mothers, and they are all dead. Only the cells still maintain the lowest activity in the special culture medium, so they have not rotted into thick juice.

It seems that the dozen or so dragon mothers who walked out of the laboratory before are probably the only ones who are still alive, Owen thought with a little sigh.

However, the reproductive efficiency of dragons is very low. With so many dragon eggs and dragon descendants, even if a dragon does nothing, it will not be able to produce so many in 1000 years, let alone 1 years. Where did the people of the ruins come from?

Just when Owen was wondering, the huge instrument behind him made a dry sound, and the armor-like shell unfolded layer by layer, revealing the tall and thick crystal wall and the huge creature inside. This turned out to be a super-large training cabin? !

The middle part of this super-large training cabin is made of a special crystal, and the top and bottom are more like a bottom and a cover, so you can see what's inside at a glance, a huge red dragon.

To be honest, it took Owen a while to recognize it, because this red dragon was artificially transformed, its limbs, wings, horns, and even its teeth were pulled out, and its abdomen was remodeled like an ant queen , now he knew where the eggs and spawn came from.

"This dragon isn't dead yet." Owen was startled by the sudden sound. After realizing who the owner of the sound was, he waved his hand to make Charles and the Ultramarines, who were about to attack, retreat, then turned and said.

"Mother, didn't you say you're not interested in this place?" Owen's tone didn't fluctuate much, and he calmly asked Hela who didn't know when she would appear.

"For this." Hela held up a basketball-sized egg and said.

The familiar shape made Owen realize that it was a dragon egg, but it looked familiar. When he remembered it, he was speechless.

Isn't this what my mother took away from the Hydera family's treasure house when she left?
However, this dragon egg does not belong to the Hydera family, but a spoil that Hydera I snatched from Viscount Flying Dragon.

"Is this a dragon egg?" Owen asked uncertainly, because it was a little different from the red dragon egg beside it, and it was much smaller.

"To be precise, it is a flying dragon egg. If it has enough magic power and the blood of a pure-blooded dragon, it may grow into a pterosaur." Perhaps it was because he was in a good mood, and he didn't realize that the ownership of this thing should belong to Owen's Hela. He explained the classification of dragons.

There are many types of dragons. According to the bloodline concentration, they are divided into pure blood dragons, degenerated pterosaurs, barely resembling flying dragons, and the lowest level of dragon beasts.

Except for pure-blooded dragons with high intelligence and mastery of dragon language magic, other dragons gradually become no different from wild beasts due to the degeneration of their blood.

Having said that, pterosaurs are not bad as being second only to pure-blooded dragons. No wonder Hela made a trip after feeling the might of the dragon.

"Well, I'll send some dragon blood over there." Owen nodded. With the size of this red dragon, a big aunt is enough for a brave man to take a dragon blood bath, so he didn't care about it.

"At that time, don't forget to send some magic power over. Non-attribute magic power is more suitable for hatching eggs." Hela seems to know that the ruins have wireless transmission of magic power.

Owen was stunned for a moment, but the other party is not only a legendary witch, but also has the title of rebellious witch. It is not difficult to know something, so he just nodded his head in agreement.

After Hela left, Charles silently came to Owen's side, bowing his head in silence.

"It's not your fault. If she is hostile, she can't hide it from you." Owen knew that Shire was blaming him for not doing a good job of guarding, but he didn't even notice the slightest bit of intuition after he fused the ancient blood. In the same way, he knew that this was not Ciel's problem, so he said.

Charles nodded, but then never took half a step away from him.

More and more information was sorted out by the Flame Queen, and Owen understood the origin of this unlucky dragon.

This is a pure-blooded local red dragon. When it was captured, it was two hundred years old when it was young. As a result, it was brutally captured and tortured in an underground secret room, and transformed into a ruthless reproductive machine.

If it is sissy, this process is enough to write hundreds of thousands of words, and it is regarded as a holy scripture that will be passed down forever by countless LSPs, making an indelible contribution to the growth of tissue sales.

It's a pity, Owen looked up at the bloated red dragon with no claws, teeth, limbs and wings, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Skipping over dozens of pages of various experiments in the catalog alone, Owen set his sights on a top-secret plan of the Cradle of Life.

As strong as a red dragon, it can't bear all kinds of cruel experiments without scruples, so in order to obtain more experimental products, the Cradle of Life Project was born.

Those people used something that not only kept the red dragon alive, but also broke the dragon's reproductive limit, turning it into a reproductive machine.

(End of this chapter)