A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 340 Herzog Wants to Clone
Blake's expression was extremely strange as he stared intently at the eight-legged celestial horse clone. His gaze was so odd that the eight-legged celestial horse wanted to turn around and kick Blake in the head with its hind legs: "What are you thinking?"

"Me?" Blake snapped out of his daze and blurted out his thoughts: "I was wondering if I should take you out to eat some grass."

"call!"

The sound of wind whistling through the air accompanied by the sound of hooves flew straight towards Blake's head. Blake dodged with a backflip and then grinned, "Hahaha, just kidding, don't take it so seriously."

Why were you transformed into this form by the original body?

"Hahaha!" It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because the reason for turning into an eight-legged celestial horse made the fake Odin, who was still riding on horseback, laugh until his stomach hurt: "You don't know, this guy is thinking of killing Chen Motong, hahaha."

Blake was speechless. The sympathy that hadn't even had time to well up in his eyes quickly vanished, replaced by the mockery common among his clones: "Damage the high-sequence audience that we've worked so hard to cultivate?"

“Brother Ma, the fact that you were transformed into this state by the original body, instead of being sent on a high-risk mission that would have resulted in certain death, such as personally exploring the bottom of the Arctic Ocean, is already a testament to the original body’s magnanimity.”

"You don't know anything! Why are you still laughing?" The eight-legged celestial horse was extremely annoyed. Seeing that the laughter above had not stopped, it exerted its strength and leaped into the air.

He jumped three meters high, and with a 'thud,' the fake Odin on horseback was first forced to hit the ceiling with his head, and then, due to the force, he was forced to lie face down on the horse's back, and his back hit the ceiling again.

The fake Odin, caught off guard by the attack, grimaced in pain beneath his mask. After landing on his eight-legged winged horse, he proudly raised his head and said, "I was just saying that. I wouldn't actually do anything to Chen Motong."

"I think the reason I became like this is simply because I was muttering about him."

Muttering about his true form? Doesn't that make him even more deserving? Blake glanced at the still-lying fake Odin, but ultimately didn't voice his true thoughts: "Muttering about his true form what?"

The eight-legged celestial horse didn't intend to hide it, and tried its best to promote the capitalist style of the original body: "Muttering that the original body sent us out to work, but made us do all the work, while the original body is relaxed and carefree."

Blake agreed wholeheartedly, a clear look of weariness appearing on his face: "Who says otherwise? The guy I'm parasitizing has to manage the lab for Herzog every day and handle the related logistics."

"Working until my scalp tingles, I long for a vacation, but the evil Herzog won't even give his men a break!"

The fake Odin, who was giving a 'sharp rub' on his back, looked on with pity, but the eight-legged winged horse became interested: "Herzog is here?!"

"Come on, come on, take us to see it."

The eight-legged celestial horse thought, "Since I'm already here, if I can't find some fun at work, then this job is meaningless."

Blake had no objection to the eight-legged pegasus's view of Herzog as a zoo monkey, and turned to lead the way: "Follow me."

The eight-legged winged horse happily took two steps forward before realizing that the fake Odin was still riding on its back: "Get off and walk yourself."

The fake Odin grumbled unhappily, "My head and back hurt too much from the impact, I can't walk."

"?" The eight-legged pegasus scratched at the floor tiles with its right foreleg: "You really think I'm stupid? You think you can fool me by saying this?"

Blake, who was leading the way, shook his head speechlessly. No wonder the two clones were thrown out by the main body. The two of them and the horse walked to the end of the corridor. The heavy airtight door slid open to both sides with a soft "hiss".

The corridor leading to the experimental area was exceptionally clean, with a pure white dome emitting a soft, cool light, seamless metal panels on both sides, and a filtered, crisp scent filling the air.

Leading the fake Odin and the eight-legged winged horse, Blake, like the host of the place, introduced whatever came to mind: "This is the core experimental area, laid out in a ring, where Herzog studies the two things he values ​​most."

"One is a bloodline evolution drug used by the Ghost Clan, and the other is cloning technology from the Holy Palace Medical Association."

After speaking, he pointed to the large transparent glass in front of him. Through the glass, the fake Odin and the eight-legged Pegasus could see the iconic Level 3 biosafety cabinet, with the massive body of a high-resolution cryo-electron microscope embedded in one wall.

Further inside is a flow cytometer, which can sort cell populations at a rate of thousands per second. Next to it is an automated cloning picker, which is picking single clonal colonies under sterile conditions.

Behind the cloning picker is a row of unidentified culture chambers, which look very high-tech and are specifically used for the cultivation and memory transfer of clones.

An elderly man with gray hair leaned against a culture chamber, staring intently at the door in front of him.

The fake Odin became interested and immediately recognized the old man who resembled Tachibana Masamune: "Dr. Herzog is really diligent, still doing experiments so late at night."

“No.” Blake ruthlessly denied the clone’s mockery: “As you all know, Herzog is very cunning, and this person conducting the experiment is also a clone.”

"Herzog's real body is hidden in the staff lounge assigned by the canteen."

"?" The fake Odin was only wearing a mask; otherwise, the wonderful expression on his face would surely make the eight-legged winged horse laugh out loud.

"No way, is he crazy?" Even the Eight-Legged Pegasus didn't know how to evaluate Herzog's cunning. How could he be so cautious? He even needs a clone in his original lair? Herzog the Poet?
Blake shrugged: "Perhaps he's always been afraid that if this place is discovered, and intruders come knocking, they'll definitely prioritize finding the clones in the core testing area, giving Herzog himself a chance to escape."

The fake Odin paused for a moment before giving his assessment: "Severe paranoia."

The eight-legged pegasus lost interest after a few glances: "Why did you bring us here to see clones? We want to see Herzog himself."

“Look at you, in such a hurry.” Blake pointed to the Herzog clone behind the glass: “The clone has most of Herzog’s memories and thinks exactly the same way.”

“Looking at the clones is just like looking at Herzog; Herzog will react the same way the clones do.”

“I live very close to the core experimental area. The cafeteria is too far away, and I find it too troublesome to walk there.”

"Besides, the small room where Herzog's real body is located is very cramped, filled with surveillance and recording equipment. There was nowhere to stand in the past, but here we can keep an eye on things, and the space is more spacious."

Blake wasn't lying; it was exceptionally spacious here, unlike Herzog's own place, where the air was thick with tension, and Blake always felt a bit cramped whenever he went there.

The fake Odin and the eight-legged pegasus thought it made sense, so they stopped insisting on the original and stared at the clone and the incubation chamber: "Who is being cloned? What makes Herzog so nervous?"

"Who else could it be? Erii, of course." Blake's eyes revealed a hint of disdain: "He tried to clone Erii. Putting aside the fact that royal blood is something that can't be cloned with current technology at all."

"Even if technology advances in the future, with us, the clones monitoring Herzog, causing trouble, his cloning will never succeed."

The fake Odin raised his hand to touch his right eye, but it was obscured by the dark gold mask: "Herzog wants to clone Erii? Wishful thinking."

The eight-legged pegasus also understood the whole story: "Hahaha, the Genji brothers came up with a way to test Tachibana Masamune, knocking him unconscious and bringing Herzog to the brink of despair. Those two brothers are ruthless."

Xu Lie's clones weren't just targeting Herzog; he also didn't let the Genji brothers off the hook.

Inside the clone incubation chamber through the glass window, Herzog was oblivious to the taunts from the two men and the horse. He stared intently at the incubation chamber, like a devout believer to his god.

Who could understand him? When Herzog learned of Erii's plane crash from Genjiro, he almost fainted, just like Tachibana Masamune in the hospital.

Stealing the power of the White King was Herzog's twenty-year-long scheme. For twenty years, he hid in the shadows, tirelessly plotting like a rat, only to have it all turn to meaningless ashes with the words "plane crash".

Herzog was horrified. He couldn't believe it. How could his most prized filter have died like this?

But there was nothing they could do even if they didn't believe it. Several days had passed, and the search and rescue teams sent out by Princess Kaguya had not found any survivors at all.

They were buried at sea, where are we going to retrieve them?

Even if the AI ​​Kaguya-hime quickly calculates the area of ​​sea where Erii is most likely to fall, it will still be very difficult to retrieve her.

It failed; the plan to steal the White King's power and become a god has completely failed.

Herzog could not accept, was unwilling to accept such a defeat. He still had time, he still had knowledge, and he still had the necessary madness!
The clone Tachibana Masamune, who was sent out before, under the guise of treating an illness, extracted countless vials of Erii's blood. With Erii's blood as raw material, it's possible to clone Erii herself.

Following the cloning technology provided by the Holy Palace Medical Association, Herzog did everything he could according to the cloning process.

Now, it's time to wait for the result; success or failure hinges on this moment.

Herzog stared intently at the incubation chamber, like a gambler who had lost everything at a gambling table, watching the final cards that would decide his fate; like a handcuffed criminal in court, awaiting his final verdict.

Feeling anxious, uneasy, and expectant, Herzog even couldn't help but bow his head to the culture chamber, clasp his hands together, and make a prayer gesture that most scientists in the new era would not do.

"Tsk tsk." Blake watched from behind, amused. He pulled out a monocle from somewhere with his right hand and put it on, while his left hand reached out towards the incubation chamber—

"Beep beep beep!" An urgent alarm sounded, the culture chamber shut down immediately, the buzzer sounded at a high frequency, and the lights turned completely red, shining on Herzog's frozen face, like a poorly made-up clown with peeling paint.

A complete and undeniable failure.

Herzog stood frozen in front of the incubation chamber, his clasped hands unable to open for a long time. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Completely unaware that behind them, two people and a horse were all gaping open, laughing silently.

(End of this chapter)