Tempest of the Stellar War

Staff entered and carried the corpse away not long after. They still had to carry out further anatomical tests and record the data. In this case, the human gene was defeated by the Zerg gene, but the intelligence was retained. It was considered partly successful, but the Saint had no need for such a monster. From the beginning, the Saint never felt that it was a cult. They just wanted to get back what was theirs, and at the same time get the rotten Milky Way Alliance politicians who only knew how to wade all their time out of the way. Human beings needed a greater organization to lead mankind to conquer the universe!

Meng Tian and the gang were stunned. None spoke. An experiment like this was definitely taboo. Why were they doing it deliberately in the open now?

“Are the Elders in the Saint crazy?” Yuan Jing slammed his fist on the table angrily.

“Are they still human?!”

Xie Yuxin didn’t speak. His comrades were still a little naive. He was thinking. There was no need for them to do this. They had to have a reason for it. They were creating some sort of atmosphere. Many on the Oracle Star now were probably descendants of the ancient martial arts world. They were inextricably linked with the Saint. Some might even be relatives of the Elders. This was definitely not conducive to the Oracle plan.

As long as the two-pronged approach – obtaining the power of the Oracle, using the power here to complete the genetic experiment – were to succeed, then the annihilation of the front lines battling the Milky Way Alliance would be of no more importance. They had the strength of the Heaven-rank and a hidden accumulation of wealth. There was nothing that could stop them.

Xie Yuxin completely believed in this. A power that could move the Heaven-rank warriors had to be unimaginable.

The reason the Heaven-ranks were not overly arrogant was because they were still humans. Their flesh wasn’t immortal, and their physical strength also had a limit. Being able to reach Heaven-rank usually meant that they were of a certain age. Their bodies could not fight against deterioration. Once they managed to overcome it, they would be totally different.

Xie Yuxin suddenly understood. The power of the Oracle was the first choice. It would be destroyed if it couldn’t be mastered. The second choice was gene infusion. The Heaven-ranks would be able to get rid of their physical constraints this way. Of course, they wouldn’t risk themselves. That was why they used these young people with high cell activity to increase the success rate and pave the way for them.

The thirteen Elders most likely hadn’t bothered with anything else after the plan was hatched.

Going further, if they weren’t able to get the power of the Oracle, or if the legend was just a legend, then that would be the true purpose of the gene experiment. There had to be at least one suitable body. They could get “redemption” as long as one was successful.

No one in the audience would think this way. From the start, Xie Yuxin wasn’t here as a participant, but as an observer.

Another loud bang and a series of cries came from outside. Even Xie Yuxin propped up with excitement.

“Oh my God, it’s the Great Elder!”

“It really is the Great Elder. It seems like the battle of the Oracle is about to start!”

“I’ll become the Son of Saint! You just wait!”

Most present were the disciples of the Saint. Most of them worshiped the Great Elder as this was the Saint’s peak of power.

Huge, holographic images appeared in the air, and the appearance of the Great Elder met their various imaginations.

“Welcome to the Saint City. Today, you will see the birth of a new era. It might even become the controlling force of the new era.” The Great Elder’s voice rang through the city. Everyone could hear him crisp and clear.

“He’s so imposing. I’m not stupid!” Mengha spurt, but the other people still seemed to be rather fanatical.

They were pretty clear-minded. That was the mental stand that Xie Yuxin had put in place to resist this kind of tempting energy.

It could be known as hypnotism.

It wasn’t something that just anyone could do.

“However, any new era would be filled with blood and passion. Only a soul that has been through the pits of hell would be able to find the true route. Today, the battle for the Son of Saint will begin. One amongst you will become the Son of Saint to lead the future Saint. No matter your background, whoever becomes the Son of Saint will have the power to decide everything, including the future of the Saint. Failures will choose either death or make a sacrifice to become a guardian. Those who pass will be saved.”

The guardian was that experimental Abyssal Zerg genetic infusion.

“We’ll choose 50 sacrifices before the battle starts to show our respect to the gods.”

Fifty names appeared in the sky. The first was the second princess of Aslan, Lin Huiyin.

One more image of the experimental guardians appeared. It was Lin Huiyin.

Mark Lord, Zhe Zhe, Lily Lebo...

Those who were named became pale instantly. Someone shrieked and tried to tear away from the crowd. He didn’t want to become a sacrifice.

Bang...

A light spot appeared in the sky, followed by a laser blasting out. The person disappeared into the light column without a trace.

That was the system in the Saint. Any attempt to escape would be be given death.

This was the truth of the battle. Either become the Son of Saint or a sacrifice.

Three others were called in succession. They tried to escape but were met with the same fate. No one could escape! Even the people around them were hit.

No one could run.

Becoming the Son of Saint would grant them anything. Those around the Son of Saint could at least survive and be of certain status. The Saint needed the Son of Saint.Similarly, they would also need the elites who survived these battles to lead the Saint to further greatness.

The chance of becoming the Son of Saint might be small, but the chances of survival were a lot higher. No one was willing to die at the starting line. Those who were called, well, it was just their fate.

One by one, the names were called. Everyone started relaxing because there was only one left. They didn’t know who this unlucky person was, but it was finally ending.

“Meng Tian”

The Great Elder’s voice hung in the air as Yuan Jing and the rest were dumbstruck. The gazes of the people surrounding them were beyond unfriendly.