Non-human Gene Complex

The situation was already under control, Lan Mu turned into a human form and stood in front of Edwin, and he did not dare to resist.

He was willing to do anything, and what Lan Mu had confessed to him at the moment seemed to be a life-saving straw.

I saw Lan Mu said: "Soon there will be a person on the planet, no matter what method you use, you must lure him to attack you. Of course, the humans in the canned house, you can use it, but you can't kill it. If the person appears We are weaker than you, you can kill him. If he is stronger than you..."

After speaking, Lan Mu summoned a demon with average strength.

"He will cooperate with you, when you lose, open a dark door from the satellite, you must lure it there... he will disappear in ten minutes."

"If he is too much stronger than you, that side of the door will be the territory of the vassal of the fifth-level overlord of the universe, Sabi civilization. Destroy that planet and bring it back, understand?"

Lan Mu didn't need to lay out too detailed plans for him. In order to be able to perform well and strive for leniency, Edwin would definitely try his best to do it, without Lan Mu worrying about it.

Moreover, he never dared to take the opportunity to escape. Once he failed, he would be met with unbearable terror.

Edwin didn't even have the courage to even try it out, as he could do his best to explain things as his only way out.

On the main star, Lan Mu silently watched the fantasy figure change.

From the fuzzy outline of the human figure to the gradually enriched image.

A smooth head appeared in front of Lan Mu's eyes. He looked at it for a long time, but didn't recognize who it was.

"Not a single hair? There are so many bald heads, which one is this?"

It wasn't until the figure was fully formed that Lan Mu could see that this bald head, and the guy who didn't even have eyebrows, was Saitama.

Wearing a yellow tights, it looks like a yellow street lamp.

"With Saitama, it's hard to divide the strength, right?"

There is nothing that cannot be solved with one punch. If there is, then two punches.

It sounds good, but the information is not detailed and absolute. In terms of specific performance, the original worldview was originally too general, so in reality, his strength is not necessarily the root algorithm.

Compared with the cosmic warfare in some works, Poros, the cosmic hegemon where Saitama is located, is not as good as Dante in Lan Mu's eyes.

When Sharu is placed in that universe, he can do the same as Saitama.

If you can't reach the point where you can't perform without rooting algorithms in terms of strength, the universe won't force it to exaggerate.

According to Lan Mu's understanding, Saitama's so-called one-punch KO was probably caused by being too strong.

Because Saitama can control his own power, his combat effectiveness varies greatly against different enemies.

But it is impossible for Saitama to be able to control and use the root algorithm on his own. He does not have something like the seventh sense and the small universe. If the big universe wants to adapt to him, its strength is at best a passive root algorithm.

That is, the so-called upper limit of physical fitness has been raised, and it is impossible to estimate how high it is. It can be the degree of Sharu, or it can be higher.

"It's hard to be clear, there is a clear difference between him and Saga."

The strength of Saga and other Saint Seiyas is a description of the amount of information such as the speed of light and the crushing of the galaxy, but they are lacking in expressiveness. So if the universe needs to adapt to them, only the root algorithm can do it.

However, Saitama's strength does not have clear data, and if it is set off from foreign objects, KO's enemies are too weak, and they can destroy the earth at most. It does not need a root algorithm to explain it.

"His strength should only be that of Sharu..."

...

The main star is not desolate, the people in the canning house can take turns to let the air out on the ground, and they will be collected into the canning house an hour later, and then a batch will be released.

Human beings around the world are divided into more than two dozen groups, and they have a little free time in turn.

It can be said that humans on the main planet are much happier than humans in space. Most of them are fifteen to thirty-five years old, which is the period of reproduction.

It is only at this moment that many people have the opportunity to meet, look for each other in the crowd, and then cherish the short hour.

Some of them are couples. They know and love each other in the pitifully few opportunities to meet each other every day, and then give birth to a certain number of children that are compulsory.

Some are friends, as far as possible from the shallow and poor knowledge, come up with something to talk about. They don't have to do anything anyway. They have to think about a lot of boring questions every day in the canning room. They wait for this hour of free time to communicate with friends, and then go back to meditate, and then come out to communicate, and so on.

People cherish the time they were young. They know that when they are old in the future, they will be locked in space forever, waiting for the death penalty.

Until... a big bald head appeared in the crowd.

The big bald head is naturally Saitama. He is observing this strange world in amazement. There are many steel cylinders in the city, as if the whole city is a steel forest.

No vehicles, no advertisements, no supermarkets.

On the streets, only humans can be seen, densely packed with naked bodies.

"This is not the earth... I was kidnapped by aliens!"

Saitama is wandering around, he doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't speak the language here!

Gradually, more and more people stared at him with fear on their faces.

Because he is wearing clothes! To wear clothes, in this civilization, means to be a resident on a satellite, and if it is a man, it means to be the son or grandson of the lost lord Edwin.

Saitama didn't know what was going on, and wherever he went, some people evaded and feared.

He wanted to find out about the situation, but no one answered, because the native humans do not speak the language of the earth.

At this time in the dark, Lan Mu monitored him through Pfeiffer's means, and Edwin was also monitoring him.

"Is this guy? He looks so weak, he's a mortal at all! So I just need to kill him, and I will complete the task!"

Edwin is extremely excited, he thinks this task is too simple, he must perform well!

On the surface, Saitama is really just a mortal, and he can feel it when he walks. Every step is very random, and the power of the arm swing is also very natural. It is not like a superman with a body that is so strong.

There is no energy intensity, and the evaluation of combat effectiveness is extremely low! The mental power is not very good, and it's a waste to be alive!

Nor can it be blamed for Edwin's contempt for Saitama. To be honest, Lan Mu felt that this was weak and weird.

If he hadn't known Saitama, Lan Mu would never think he was a strong man.

Lan Mu knew Saitama, but Edwin didn't know him. He directly sent his sons to catch Saitama.

Several small spaceships flew in the sky, and their metallic weapons were facing Saitama.

Saitama stared at the spaceship blankly, and muttered, "Sure enough, it's an alien..."

"Hey! You send me back!"

Edwin’s sons, of course, can understand the language of Saitama, after all, it is the language of the earth, and the main brain of the spacecraft can automatically translate it.

"Don't pay attention to him, grab it, and kill if you resist!"

A mechanical gripper extends from the bottom of the spacecraft to capture Saitama.

Saitama was caught directly by the waist, and then moved towards a canning house~www.readwn.com~ The movement here attracted the attention of the humans in the whole city, and they looked at Saitama in fear.

Saitama is still yelling, "You are too rude!" Her legs kept swinging, as if she couldn't escape the robotic arm.

Edwin looked straight in the dark and shook his head. A person who could be captured by a spaceship was too weak.

Without accident, Saitama was locked into the canning room, still banging the door.

"Should you send me back?" He still thought that the alien was planning to send him back to Earth.

But then, the canning house where Saitama was being held was stuffed into the array of cans and treated like all human beings.

Not only that, the air release time is over, all humans are forcibly arrested in the canning house, waiting for the next air release.

The humans complained and reluctantly gave up the difference, and one machine forced them into a small can.

"The power of this human knocking on the door is too small, it is exactly the same as a normal person..."

"Boom!"

Edwin was observing from a distance, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the canning house burst and the metal door flew far away.

I saw Saitama seemingly calm and said, "So you guys locked me up..."

He finally realized that he was caught...

At the same time, he also saw the scene of countless people being locked into the canning house, and instantly understood the source of the strange expressions and fears of the people before.

On the surface, people in clothes also know how extreme the oppression of the person in the fruit body is.

Saitama looked up and looked at the ring in the night sky, which was a ring of planets made up of countless cans.

He lowered his head and stepped on the ground composed of countless canning houses...

"Don't tell me, it's all humans."

There was a glare from his bald head, and even his expression was blurred and he couldn't really see it.

……(To be continued.)