Super God Gene

Isha sat on the chair and watched as the cohesive forces impacted the second evolution of Hanson, with no expression on her face, as if frozen.

Only an occasional twitch in the corner of her eye shows her inner discomfort.

Now Issa's heart is almost dripping blood, and since she just finished that euphemism, Hanson has used three tens of thousands of magnetic fruit gene fluids, two lightning strike gene fluids, two regenerative gene fluids and one ice flame gene fluid, one veterinary blood gene fluid.

These are the treasures that can make the second evolution of genetic armor, the average creature, just one can make the second evolution.

But Hanson is running out of that little basement in Issa's own little vault, and so far he hasn't been able to complete a second evolution.

Although these things are nothing to the queen of a clan, they are not something that she herself says can be used at will.

These are all part of her own family. It's not much of a fortune. The key is that these things are priceless, and there's no place to buy them. If they're used, they're gone. Most importantly, by now, there's no sign of a second evolution in Hansen, so Issa's queen is starting to feel a little bit faint.

“I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I failed again.” Hanson stood up helplessly and said, this time, he had failed eleven times.

“Go on," Ishaan said with no expression, twitching his eyelids hard to spot.

Now she's left with a boiling fire gene solution and a microcell gene solution, and if she can't succeed anymore, even if this investment fails completely, she doesn't know what to do with Hanson.

If you invest so much, let's just leave Hanson alone, it's blood without a home. But if we continue to invest, we will have to pay more for the treasures that will help genetic armor evolve, either of which will make Issa feel a little distressed.

Hanson picked up another genetic fluid and poured it straight down, while running "Genetic Stories" again.

The breath flows above the Spell Armor and a strand of strange power is injected into it.

Suddenly, a mysterious symbol on the spell's genetic armor suddenly lit up, causing Issa's heart, who had been watching him, to jump.

Then a mysterious symbol on the armor of the spell lit up, and not long after, the whole genetic armor was mirrored by those mysterious symbols like a flame made up of symbols.

Isaton was happy when he said, "Are we finally going to make it? ”

The input of the twelve genetic fluids was definitely not a small amount, and even Issa was relieved, and if the last two didn't work, she really didn't know whether to use the stock in the family library.

In the flame of that symbol, the spell genetic armor finally began to melt, and the melted liquid slowly distorted and changed, gradually forming a prototype.

Seeing Hanson evolve in the direction of the nobility, not the Fae, Issa was slightly relieved, and if he evolved into a Fae, something might be more troublesome.

Isha blinked and stared at the prototype of genetic armor and wondered what kind of genetic armor Hanson could muster.

Such a pervert requires genetic techniques, condensed genetic arming, and even Issa has some expectations.

Genetic fluids are constantly changing and the prototype is becoming clearer, but Isha's face is also getting weirder and weirder.

Genetic armaments, such as blades and armor, are the most common, more out-of-door, and there are also everyday supplies and even mechanical types of genetic armaments.

However, Hansen condensed this genetic arm, which is a bit odd to look at. Although it has not yet fully condensed successfully, the general outline can be seen clearly.

The distinction is a fully functional creature with hands and feet that looks like a crystalline child.

“Is it a mechanical puppet genetically armed?” Issa speculated herself.

But as the genetic armament grew closer to perfection, Isha's face became more and more horrified.

Just in the air in front of Hansen, the genetic armor that melted and condensed was suspended there, unbelievably weird.

It turns out to be an 11-year-old girl with long, round legs and arms, long black hair hanging down to her heels, and black pupils just like the night.

The skin exposed to the outside is white and delicate, like a real person, and most of her body is wrapped in white armor, in her tiny white palms, holding a white sophisticated revolver.

In the position of the handle, two revolvers were engraved with one word each, and Issa knew only what it meant, as if it were ancient Crystal scripts.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes slightly moved and her body fell on the floor, holding a revolver in one hand, pointing at Issa, seemed to be guarding Hanson, and no one was allowed to endanger him.

Issa glared at the girl with some incredible eyes. She didn't know how many genetic armaments she had seen, but she had never seen such an armament. It was almost a living life, and she had a breath of life. Although that breath was a little strange, it seemed like a living creature, and it didn't seem like it, but it was obvious that she had the wisdom to look at her performance.

And a genetically armed life-form with armor and two revolvers, Issa felt completely subverted by her knowledge of the genetically armed.

The concentration of genetic armaments is complete, and Hanson opened his eyes and looked at the girl, and was shocked: “How did my genetic armament become a living girl? Is this really my genetic arm? ”

Seeing those two words on the handle, Hanson finally made sure that it was indeed his genetic arm, and that the two exquisite white revolvers, one with the word ”spell” and the other with the word ”word”, were the names of his genetic armor.

Hansen read his mind, the girl jumped on him, hit Hansen for a moment, directly into a white genetic armor wrapped his whole body, armor full of mysterious spells.

A powerful force filled Hansen's body, many times more powerful than any previous spell genetic armor could have given him.

“That's my genetic arm!” Hansen was amazed and looked at his own data, and he saw that in the column of the genetic warrior, the annotation behind the spell became (Baron).

“My queen, I seem to have succeeded.” Hanson looked at Issa and said.

“Good… good… good practice…” Isha was still in shock, and after being woken up by Hanson, the smell had not fully returned.

Such a genetic arm, even Issa, has never heard of it.

“Perhaps this guy can actually achieve something, and this kind of genetic arming is too weird.” Issa muttered herself.