I'm a green-skinned tech master

The scenery in the field of vision has just changed to the appearance of a laboratory, and the first thing you see is the neatly arranged space necromancy storage devices, neatly not like the products of orcs.

The clever ghost, the fart elves behind him, and the technical boys also stood in a neat row in high spirits, as if waiting for the parade.

Cheng Mingrui had a feeling that it seemed that every green skin under him was awakening in mechanical talent.

He doesn't know if it's because of his relationship as the boss of the warlord, whether it is the emotional fulcrum of Waaagh's position, or the relationship between Kuka's previous constant use of god words to fool other brats into becoming technical brats.

When Kuka finishes fooling all the greenskins, will all the orc brats of his clan become technical brats? It's really exciting.

"Boss, with this, I tried to sort it out, although I can only understand a little, but it is still okay to sort out the documents smoothly." The clever ghost held a data cable in his hand, and handed it to Cheng Mingrui like an inviting merit.

Cheng Mingrui did not use it immediately after taking it, but casually asked the smart ghost some questions about space necromancy technology, and the smart ghost did not answer all of them correctly, but he also answered eighty percent correctly.

With the current level of knowledge of clever ghosts, he is almost a medium-to-high technical boy, and he is only one step away from the technical master.

The people around him are also getting more and more awesome, the green-skinned orc is the boss of the bull and the kid brought out is also awesome, Cheng Mingrui thought so, and then focused on the data.

In just 3 hours, he read hundreds of thousands of years of data records from the Afenst laboratory, and luckily there was something in the static position in the data.

From the later records, the experimenter's (probably Afenst) space necromancer may have gone crazy, and he went from madly hating ancient saints and all ancient saints' creations to crazy all organic life, and then hating all life, completely bringing himself into the perspective of the pathetic dead.

"Torture, studying the living became my only comfort and pastime in my endless life, from which I could derive pleasure and thus keep my conscious body stable."

"Sometimes scientific research no longer makes me interested, and it makes me feel even more happy to watch flesh and blood fighting each other because I will unleash the lies of the winner, and to watch the stump and broken arm, the blood flowing like a river."

There is a long record in the middle of which describes the space necromancers who conducted research cultivating life, allowing various beings to fight, and enjoying the process, thus forgetting the original purpose of finding suitable space necromancers to return to the flesh.

"No amount of fun entertainment can keep people happy forever, and the fight between flesh and blood lives has made me bored. I wonder, those living beings, their flesh is strong or weak, so who is stronger and weaker between their cells? "

Another indescribable experimental process, space necromancers have created a lot of weird synthetic things, because they are troublesome, they are all thrown into the dimensional prison.

"I finally found a very good synthetic pattern, in a biological individual, in addition to the cells fused into the spirit race and orcs, there are all kinds of powerful life cells. Let these cells devour each other and attack each other in this creature's body, and this body will be in a state of constant collapse and continuous recovery.

"This torture, this reinvention is so pleasing to me." I will constantly adjust the balance in the flesh, and at the same time give each cell enough energy to make the competition and fight between them more cruel.

It is normal that the soul born in such a body often lasts less than an hour and then collapses, how can such a resilient soul endure this endless torture? When

the record saw this, Cheng Mingrui felt that he was already cruel as a green-skinned orc, but he didn't expect that there was such a perverted existence in the space necromancy, and sure enough, too long life is sometimes a curse to drive normal thinking crazy.

"But after those souls collapsed into pieces, I used exorcism energy to completely crush the souls inside, so that the new souls could be removed from the hotbed of birth. Without a soul to feel torture, how can I, the torturer, feel pleasure? "

Speaking of which, exorcism energy, something I invented at random, will actually be valued by the King of Silence, and the Three Holy Council also gave me a reward, they said that this large-scale and cheap technology to suppress subspace is very critical, and it is very effective in weakening the Chaos Demon Army in subspace in the third battle of heaven."

"Since there is a reward, I am going to have a Star God Fragment, so that I can use more energy to conduct my research. I also established my dynasty, the Sphinx, named after me. Now

Cheng Mingrui can finally determine that the owner of the laboratory is named Sphinx, which should belong to the level of the French emperor, but I don't know why his rights were usurped by Afenst.

The end of the Sphinx, Cheng Mingrui was interested, but he didn't care much, he was even happier to finally find what he wanted very much, the genes of ancient orcs.

It would be better if there were complete spores, simply planted directly, and a group of ancient orcs of about ten meters, who were good at fighting and obeying orders, waaagh through the galaxy for minutes.

The information behind is long and complex, and most of it is Sphinx's self-hi and records. For example, in the competition between cells, most of the cases are green-skinned cells will win, then the spirit race, and the cells of tens of thousands of other races add up to less than 30% of the winning rate.

And the greenskin cells have a 50% win rate, and the Sphinx did not study the reason, and the greenskinned cells can also get stronger and stronger in battle, which is outrageous.

Then there is the Sphinx recording the flesh that is used as a battlefield for the cells, which initially lasts less than a day before completely collapsing, and then lasts for a month, and this long-term torture makes the Sphinx more satisfied.

It's just that these flesh slowly take on the physical characteristics of the green skin and the spirit race that makes the Sphinx very unhappy, which makes him feel that this is the mockery of the ancient saint on him. As if to say, what is the use of your space necromancy research for so long, our creation is the ultimate answer.

Thinking that he would soon be able to get the cells of the ancient orcs, Cheng Mingrui was very excited, and he didn't look any further. He skipped the information record, and after looking at the map inside the stationary position, ordered the clever ghost to turn off the power.

In the laboratory of the space necromancer, the area wrapped in a static position quickly resumed the flow of time, and a smell of blood wafted out of it.