Chapter 1323 The Golden Light in the Chromosomes!

As the god in charge of the epidemic, even if it is an indigenous god, even if it is an indigenous god whose actual level is far from legendary, the epidemic girl has her own special abilities.

Including gadgets to control flies, mosquitoes, fleas, mice, etc., and give one of them power...

Gretel endured the nausea and searched through these memories. The memory that Little Snake received was incomplete and somewhat fragmented, but he still found the most critical part:

Infused with divine power...

Find the strongest individual in the group and pour divine power into it. Move a little slower, be more precise, and give them some time to adapt.

Then, I hope that these little guys, their fear and belief in the epidemic girl, in short, will be some kind of connection to help them survive...

The success rate of this kind of infusion is not high. Basically, it is a rhythm of instilling it to death as long as it cannot be infused to death. Of course, compared to Grete's estimation, one out of a thousand infused is still higher.

It doesn’t need to be too high, the fear of the natives is endless, and the magical power of the plague girl is also endless.

As for flies, mosquitoes and other gadgets, come on, aren’t these things everywhere and never used up?

So the problem before Gretel is very simple. First, how to use the power of nature instead of divine power to infuse power into fruit flies? He doesn't have such a thing as divine power...

Second, how to control it as finely as possible so that the fruit flies can advance as much as possible, or die as little as possible while trying to advance?

"If you don't have divine power, you can use natural power instead. That's no problem." Elder Fahim replied with a smile:

"The power of nature is the earliest force we control. In that era, magic and divine power had not been separated, or in other words, the power of nature straddled the dividing line between magic and divine power..."

He talked a lot, but the central idea was only one: feel free to use it, just use it.

Moreover, the power of nature can be guided and sorted out by magic arrays like magic power to control its transmission efficiency. As for the specific magic circle to use and how to control it, just...

The elder waved his hand:

It’s in the library, go look it up yourself!

Gretel could only dive into the sea of ​​books again. Of course, searching for information is not that smooth, and finding a suitable magic circle, then learning it clearly, integrating it, and modifying it as needed is even less smooth.

Gretel had no choice but to give her a red heart and prepare both hands. While taking time every day to flip through the sea of ​​books, I tried my best to find suitable fruits:

"Master Oak, are there any mid-level or high-level magic plants nearby? Can you give me some fruits? It's best to have more water, and berries are even better..."

"...I don't know many ancient trees. Can you ask about the cedar at the mouth of the valley?"

"Master Xuesong, what's nearby..."

"Call me Alita! I have a name!"

"Uh, I'm sorry...Ms. Alita, what's nearby..."

"It's not the season for berries. You can climb two mountains and ask Ianna over there... By the way, she is an orange tree and likes bright red decorations. You can cut some ribbons..."

Grete ran here and there, here and there. After hooking up with a bunch of ancient trees and relying on their guidance, I finally brought back a pocketful of yellow, fragrant oranges - half of which was divided by Cerela upon meeting.

From the remaining half, Grete cut an orange, squeezed some juice, and dropped it into a bottle for raising fruit flies.

In an instant, a large number of fruit flies rushed over, densely packed, and piled up a hill where the juice dripped.

Gretel watched in fear, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Swish, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush. The fruit flies in the bottle fell to the bottom of the bottle like a rainstorm. One by one, they kicked their legs, spread their wings, struggled twice, and stopped moving.

Feel calmly and feel that all the breath of life disappears.

"...it seems too strong."

Grete shrugged, not surprised at all. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and started mixing juice:

1/2 concentration, 1/5 concentration, 1/10 concentration;

1/20 concentration, 1/50 concentration, 1/100 concentration;

Pure juice version, juiced version with skin, juiced version with skin and core...

Anyway, there are a lot of fruit flies. A pair of fruit flies can lay hundreds of eggs at a time, and one generation can be reproduced in 12 days. Make it whatever you want, no worries!

Soon, a corner of Grete's laboratory turned into an exhibition rack. Dozens of glass bottles are arranged in six rows on the shelf. Each row contains 100 fruit flies and is labeled respectively:

"1/2 concentration... pour 10 ml... observe with naked eyes... dead."

"The second bottle of 100...died."

"The third bottle..."

"1/2 concentration...juiced version with skin...10ml..."

"1/5 concentration..."

"1/10 concentration..."

Grete patiently raised them bottle by bottle, and the fruit flies died one by one. After trying 1/50 concentration in one breath, these fruit flies survived. However...

They don't advance.

Don’t advance!

One bottle, two bottles, 10 bottles at a time, 1,000 fruit flies, not one of them advanced!

So does it still require the infusion of natural power or the infusion of divine power to guide the advancement?

Or does he need to raise more, 100 bottles, and 10,000 fruit flies to bet on this probability?

Grete was at a loss. However, a suitable magic circle has not yet been found and cannot be used for the time being.

Directly use mental power to guide the infusion, instill a hundred animals, and a hundred animals will die...

"Gretel, what's wrong? Are you dead again?"

Cerira floated in from outside the laboratory, resting her chin on his shoulder and looking over. He glanced from top to bottom, from left to right, and wrinkled his nose:

"You are so good to them... If you ask me, you should force them... Or how about I give you a little dragon aura? All kinds of things around the dragon's nest will mutate and advance..."

This is a solution. Gretel has also seen dragon flies and other things in the information. However……

Grete looked at Cerela suspiciously:

"...What is the dragon aura you are talking about?"

"Hey!" Cerela blushed a little and pushed Gretel out hard:

"Don't worry about it!"

Grete instantly came up with a bunch of unspeakable plans. He grabbed Cerela's wrist with his backhand and struggled in her hand:

"No! Cerela, this is the last plan, let's not consider it for now! Let me think of something else first!"

After finally calming down Miss Yinlong, he calmed down and dissected the dead fruit flies one by one. Salivary gland removal, fat removal, dyeing, tableting...

Observe it under an optical microscope first, then throw it into an electron microscope and wait for the results...

Just one bottle of fruit flies at 100% concentration would die, more than a hundred of them.

Grete tossed ten fruit flies in a row, feeling dizzy, nauseous, and queasy. Lying on the table, staring at the bottle of fruit fly corpses, dying:

I feel that something is wrong with the fruit flies in my eyes. Could it be that my eyes have turned into fruit fly compound eyes...

It would be great if there was something that could extract all the salivary glands... By the way, Mr. Norwood's magic circle!

Get it and change it!

Give it a try!

Grete jumped up excitedly. Roll up your sleeves, outline the magic circle, apply it, modify it...

That does not work……

This won't work either...

This seems to work...

so……

Damn it, it exploded!

Fortunately, Mr. Norwood was not at level five when he created the magic circle. Even if this gadget exploded, it would still be within the range of Grete's disposal.

He adjusted and repaired it again, and went back and forth seventeen or eight times, and finally came up with a usable magic circle:

Swish, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush. In the center of the magic circle, a small pile of salivary glands from fruit fly corpses instantly piled up.

"yeah!"

Gretel pumped his fist excitedly. Although this thing can only extract dead objects, not living objects, it has reduced his workload by 99%!

And the result of throwing all these salivary glands into an electron microscope is——

In the image released by the mobile tower spirit, Grete saw brilliant flowing golden light that he had never seen before.

Elder Fahim described the extraordinary and unique golden light that is different from ordinary animals!

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