Chapter 1088

But in a flash, he understood that this should be the result of Lindy Harawin's 'life cloning technology'.

After all, for people like Jerome Sculiaidi, technology is more important than the finished product.

"I understand. I will arrange for people to go to the D7 Research Institute later."

After saying this, Regia paused and asked again:

"Besides, how long does it take to clone the Holy King?"

"Um...it will take about half a month. It is estimated that it will take a month to completely complete the debugging. Of course, this is based on the premise that the technology you just provided can be used. The fastest estimate is that it will take about two months. time."

Hearing Jer's words, Regias remained silent.

Before handing the information to Jie Er, he had already copied some of the information and handed it over to the research institute controlled by the Ground Administration. The answer they gave was almost the same number Jie Er said.

According to those researchers, this information is high-value information that can be used directly according to the script after a period of debugging of the Space-Time Management Bureau's equipment.

Therefore, even if Jel does not cooperate, Regeas can still create a copy of the ancient holy king. At most, the ability will be worse than the one created by Jel, but it is not much worse when you think about it.

So now, Regeas has some confidence in his heart:

"I will increase the transportation of resources, and you can create the Holy King's body as soon as possible."

"I need to see the finished body within two and a half months."

"Hey~~" Jer called in a frivolous tone, with a perfunctory attitude.

Seeing him like this, Regeas didn't say anything. As long as Jer was obedient and valuable, he wouldn't have any objections to him.

Regias looked at his watch at this time, and after confirming that there was not much time left to talk, he asked:

"Also, Dr. Jer, if I hand over the Fighter Unit 0 you previously built to Northern Fortress, how long do you think it will take for them to replicate it with their technology?"

"Unit No. 0?" Jer was obviously stunned for a moment, and then showed a mocking smile: "I remember, are they the two experimental subjects who were 'accidentally' adopted by your people from the Ground Administration?"

"Does anyone want that garbage? It's really interesting."

Hearing this, Regeas did not refute because it was the truth.

Of course, laboratory creations like Fighter Man are not without flaws, and Rampage is one of them.

In the past, when the General Ground Administration used fighter jets, rampage accidents occurred, and the No. 0 series was the hardest hit area.

Therefore, in the process of controlling the situation by the General Administration on the ground, the fighter personnel naturally came into contact with the suppression forces of the General Administration.

In addition, due to technical limitations, many fighter pilots are transformed from female human bodies.

Over time, some middle and lower-level officers naturally learned the secrets of the fighter men, and some of the fighter men who were considered scrapped naturally encountered some difficulties in dealing with them.

The final result was that some of the fighter pilots who had not been completely scrapped had their memories cleaned and were adopted by middle- and lower-level officers of the General Administration.

To a certain extent, this was tantamount to using a public weapon for private use, and Regeas turned a blind eye to this.

If it hadn't been for Lindy's previous offer of 'talent exchange', Regeas wouldn't have been able to remember that there were still these adopted Unit 0s.

But since Lindy wants it, it will naturally not be difficult for Regeas. After all, the two sides are still allies. They only need to keep their skills from being leaked. A group of fighter men who are not even A-level magicians will be given away. .

Anyway, this thing is not a secret in the Meade Administration. In fact, even the Dimensional Administration is not unaware that the Ground Administration also hides a group of fighters with at least A-level magister level.

But for those high-ranking officials who are generally S-class, the combat power of A-class is not taken seriously by them. In addition, they have to take care of the mood of the Ground Administration, so everyone tacitly pretends to be deaf and dumb.

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After weighing the pros and cons, Regias felt that it was not a big problem to hand over these fighters to Lindy, but even so, he still needed the reassurance of Jer, an expert.

At that time, after thinking about the technical level of the northern fortress, Dr. Jer laughed and said:

"If it's just a copy, based on the level of the pigs at the Northern Fortress School of Life Engineering, half a year is the best estimate. Oh, provided that their minds stay awake throughout the process."

"I see."

Regias immediately hung up the communication after hearing this. He couldn't waste his time in Jer's ridicule.

It is enough for him to know the estimated technology replication time of the Northern Fortress.

It will take half a year to recreate a group of fighters who are less than A-level. By then, the Cradle of the Holy King will probably be in the face of the Northern Fortress.

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In this case, the high investment and low return of fighter pilots is a little cheaper than training orthodox magicians. If Governor Lindy wants it, then just give it to him.

When the call was hung up, Jer's expression, which was originally mocking, suddenly calmed down a bit.

He lowered his head and looked at the technical treatment on his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth little by little:

"Haha, is this the so-called guardian of the Ground Administration, the legendary Lieutenant General Regias?"

"You actually only asked about the Saint King's replication time, but not whether this technology would have any impact on the training of fighter pilots?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. He seemed to have forgotten that the first batch of fighter pilots were transformed from clones, so their combat effectiveness was low, only below the level of A-level... However..."

Jer looked at the information in his hand playfully. Was it researched by Precia? Bullshit! Only Regeas believed this.

If that idiot had such a brain, how could he be chased by the Space-Time Management Bureau and hide in the dimensional sea.

So from the beginning, Jer was sure that the information was given by another person and was only sent in Precia's name.

"Is there a life research expert outside the Management Bureau? It seems that he has discovered me, which is interesting."

"Perhaps, I can create a new batch of fighter warriors to show that colleague what I am capable of."

Of course, this had to happen after he killed the mentally retarded administration... He had had enough of these top brass who had no brains at all and could only point fingers at his technology.

Well, it has been decided that when a new batch of fighter pilots are produced, the General Ground Administration will take action.

After making up his mind, Jer carefully picked up the information and stepped into the darkness step by step.

Chapter 1590 You really deserve to be scolded

On the planet Midzilda, the Supreme Council is underground.

This is the highest point of power of the Meade Administration and the location of the third admiral.

However, this room with the highest authority for the administration was "empty" at this time.

At this moment, an old voice sounded:

"What is going on in the Northern Fortress? Can you find out who is standing behind Lindy Harlawen?"

"I've asked the magister with divination ability to investigate."

"What's the result?"

"Haha, there are no results. However, the fortune teller we called has encountered some 'misfortunes' recently."

"What a familiar method, Crowley Reed? Is that the monster who manages Outer World No. 97? Has Lindy Harawin ever been to manage Outer World No. 97?"

"According to the internal navigation records reported before the northern "330" fortress went out of control, Lindy Harawin did go to the world outside the management of No. 97."

"In that case, let's regard the person behind her as Crowley Reed."

After finishing speaking, the third admiral changed the subject tacitly:

"How about Jer Sculiaddy's experiments?"

"The progress is very good. According to Regeas' report, it may only take two and a half months to see the key to the Holy King's cradle."

"Oh? This is indeed good news. Haha, speaking of it, the Dimensional Administration is becoming more and more disobedient. If Lindy Harawin hadn't suddenly stood up, they might have been more peaceful."

"It seems that they are blaming us for the loss of control of the northern fortress, but Regias has already reached cooperation with the little girl. In a sense, their idea is not wrong."

"Can the situation be stable for another three months?"

"Although it's a bit difficult, you can give it a try."

"Create a little conflict in the colonies."

"Do you want to use some ancient heritage?"

"It's not necessary, just supporting some quality weapons is enough."

"Very good, try to delay them until the key to the Holy King's cradle is formed. After these disobedient governors are cleared, we can proceed to the next step."

After the words fell, the three wills in the hall fell into silence.

After a long while, an old sigh sounded:

"Research on immortality..."

"We need a group of suitable candidates."

"How about Jer Scullieddy?"

"You can try it out."

"Then let's test it out."

In the empty hall, three huge nutrition warehouses emitted a faint blue light.

While the light was flashing, inside the nutrition compartment, three wrinkled brains filled with pipes were slowly releasing electrical signals called 'thinking'.

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The Dimensional Sea to which Midzilda belongs, and the headquarters port of the Dimensional Fleet.

Next to the boarding ramp.

Wearing a snow-white dress with a small black tie at the neckline, the purple-haired girl looked like a little princess. She was holding a girl who was smaller than she looked with one hand, and effortlessly holding a girl of the same height with the other hand. Suitcase, slowly walked to the gangway.

"Sister, spaceship! There is a spaceship!"

"Subaru~ don't yell here."

"But..."

"Quiet!"

"yes..."

After forcibly suppressing his naughty sister, Galaxy Nakajima turned his head and looked at the troubled middle-aged man behind him with his green eyes.

When he saw that the other party yawned in embarrassment and did not clean up the beard he had given him in the morning, Yinhe couldn't help but sigh:

"Dad, are you going to report to the Northern Fortress in your current appearance?"

"Galaxy..." Yuan Ye Nakajima couldn't help but look bitter when he heard his daughter's words, and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I asked you to pack your luggage and move overnight, and now I have to hold you back..."

"There is no need to apologize for the social worker who has been working for two days in a row."

Yinhe sighed helplessly and then said:

"Although it is a bit unexpected, the transfer from the army commander to the logistics commander of the northern fortress is considered an upgrade, right? Isn't this a good thing?"

Facing his daughter’s consolation, Harano Nakajima said with some hesitation:

"It's a good thing, but I can't adapt to being away from my original unit and transferred to a remote place like the Northern Fortress for a while. ..."

In fact, being transferred from the active force to the logistics, even if you get a promotion, is no different from being demoted in a sense.

Not to mention being transferred from the Ground General Bureau to the Northern Fleet of the Dimensional Fleet.

After receiving the transfer order, Yuanye kept thinking whether he had offended anyone, and even didn't sleep last night, but he couldn't think of an answer.

Of course, such worries can't be told to his young daughter. After his wife died, he only hoped to bring up his two daughters safely, and he didn't expect anything else.

"Uncomfortable, what are those uncomfortable? Is it about work? Is the logistics commander a very hard job?"

The still young Galaxy didn't know what the position of the Mid Administration was like. He just knew that his single old father was very hard to raise two daughters, and he was not seen all day long, so he couldn't help but look at his father with some curiosity.

"About the same..." Yuanye still hesitated: "It can't be said that the logistics department is very hard."

"It's about 6 hours of work every day, champagne, lobsters, caviar can be eaten with family members, 3 days of vacation per week, 15 days of annual leave per year, free annual travel, monthly salary is paid at the end of the month..."

At this point, Yuanye Nakajima suddenly looked at his daughter, and then said:

"I think 0.8 Northern Fortress should be pretty good."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Galaxy nodded her head wildly, and her eyes began to sparkle.

You can eat lobsters as much as you want! She has never eaten lobsters since she was a child. Are the benefits of the Dimension Fleet so good?

"Suddenly I don't feel uneasy." Yuanye Nakajima rubbed the back of his head. Why does he feel that the future will be very good?

Hiss! No wonder when he was in the ground force, he heard the top brass scolding the Dimension General Administration every day. This is indeed deserved!