Super God Gene

Lake waited left and right outside, but he never saw Hansen come out. He just heard the Fae roar in his ear. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside.

“Can Hanson fight the Fae on both sides? It's unlikely. He's just a baron. Even if he has a royal knife in his hand, it doesn't do much good if he can't play it. How is it possible to persist under the siege of the two Viscount Fae for so long with so little power and speed?” Lake was confused, but there was no way to see it by the mountain.

The little silver beast squatted on the edge of the mountain, and Lake didn't know what it was capable of, afraid of being spotted, and didn't dare approach it easily.

After a while, it suddenly calmed down in the mountains as if everything had stopped.

Lake was slightly relieved: “Looks like Hanson was killed by those two Fae, which saved me a lot of trouble. ”

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw a figure slowly coming out of the mountain. After Lake had seen the figure clearly, he suddenly opened his eyes and filled his face with incredible colors.

“He's not dead?” Lake just doesn't feel like he has enough brains.

Hanson was not killed under the siege of a two-headed Viscount Fae, and he looked clean, without a scratch or blood stain.

“What the hell is going on?” The possibilities flashed through Lake's mind, but he still can't figure out what the hell is going on.

“Silver, I'm hurt.” Hanson came over the mountain and said to the little silver beast.

When Lake heard what Hanson said, he didn't know why, he was relieved and seemed to think it was normal.

But when Lake saw Hanson stick his hand out in front of the silver beast, he continued: “It burned a few blisters and it hurts. ”

Lecton had a twitch in the corner of his eye and an impulse to kill.

The silver beast listened to Hansen, but got up in front of Hansen, stretched out his pink little tongue, licked Hansen's burns, and those burns quickly returned to normal, and his skin turned smooth and pink, leaving no trace.

“Fae with healing power?” It's another surprise in Lake's mind that this ability is very rare in the genetic universe.

Fae with their own healing power is common, but Fae with other biological ability to heal, which is very rare, discovering one, has also been taken away by various forces, the demand for this ability of Fae is very large, none of the forces will be too much.

Hanson took the little silver back to the mountains, cut off all the Fae genes of the Viscount Fae, wrapped them in cloth, tied up the two Fae bodies with rope, and pulled them out of the mountains.

Though Lake had some speculation in his heart, he couldn't help but be shocked when he really saw the bodies of those two beasts.

The fact that the two Viscount Fae were all killed by Hanson is too unacceptable.

Though he was hurt a little too, if that's what you call it.

“Terrible! It's horrible!” Lake has elevated Hanson's target to a very dangerous level, and he's even more afraid to do it easily.

As Hansen walked past where Lake was ambushed, Lake was stuck all over his body, and even stopped breathing. Fearing Hansen would find him, he felt that this was not the best time to assassinate Hansen.

After Hanson walked past him, Lake took a slight breath of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He never thought that there would be such pressure when faced with a baron-level goal.

Hanson, with a strange smile in the corner of his mouth, continued to pull the body back.

The flesh and blood of these bodies is still very good, and if used for cooking, they can feed a lot of people and save a lot of material consumption.

Although not heterogeneous, Viscount flesh, nutrition is pretty good, and the women and children eat it and it's good for the body.

Selling to the barons and the Viscounts also earns a lot of points.

Although the aristocrats themselves can hunt down Fae to eat meat, they have no seasoning, not even salt, at best they eat it baked, not a bit of flavor, it will still be hard to eat for a long time, and many aristocrats have already had to buy food sold by Hanson in the base.

Hanson's goal is to squeeze out all their value. Anyway, they're all guys with ghost embryos who have no peace of mind. No need to talk to them about benevolence and morality.

Hanson brought back two Viscount Fae bodies, causing a huge sensation inside the base.

Hanson was able to hunt even the Viscount Fae, and killed both of them, which made the noblemen tremble, some thankfully not really attacking Hanson at first, and also more awe towards Hanson.

Under the leadership of several women in charge of food handling, children who can help with two different kinds of flesh, three or four older children, digging out water in small buckets to wash off the dirt on the meat chunks, seem to be working very hard.

“Unfortunately, the conditions in the base are too simple and unavailable. Otherwise, some cultural knowledge should be taught to those children, otherwise illiteracy will not be good in the base.” Hanson sighed slightly and spoke to himself.

“In this world, learning to survive is much more important than learning to write, and you've given them enough.” A Viscount walked up to Hanson and said softly.

“Viscount Deep Blue.” Hanson glanced at the Viscount and recognized his identity.

The only of the four Viscounts on the base, the only Kate, and the only Viscount who brought back a lot of prey to redeem points, basically had no rivalry with Hanson.

“Homeowner, if you're free, I'd like to have a moment alone with you.” Viscount Dark Blue said calmly.

Hanson was about to say something, and suddenly he heard a scream coming from outside the base gate.

With a slight change of face, both Hanson and Viscount Dark Blue headed towards the gate.

Soon they saw a lot of creatures outside the gate, and they were all scared.

“What happened here?” Hanson asked silently.

Those creatures saw Hansen come over, and they immediately made way, and Hansen saw a dead body lying among them, and it turned out to be one of the four Viscounts of the Wind.

Viscount Feng fell to the ground, facing the gate of the base, his hands seemed to be trying to climb towards the gate, but unfortunately his head had exploded and a hole had been blown over his head.

“What's going on?” Hanson had a bad feeling, frowned.

“We don't know, we just saw Viscount Wind coming back from the outside, but before he returned to the base, he fell to the ground. He just climbed a few times and blew a hole in his head...” said the woman and the baron who saw the situation.