Chapter 291 Patrolman
In the Golden Garden, inside Jemin's private wizard tower.
He was concentrating on analyzing the complex data stream flowing on the light screen in front of him. It was research data related to the divine power belief network of the Erosia plane.
At this moment, the magic network terminal placed in a corner of the experimental table issued a prompt tone that was different from the normal communication request.
Jieming's thoughts were interrupted, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes swept towards the terminal screen.
It was not a communication request from someone, but an automatic notification from the official system of the Magic Network.
The message was concise, cold, and devoid of emotion:
[Notice: The wizard camp has confirmed that Anita Chak, named Anita, has died on the battlefield of the 86547-5568 (Folded) plane 37 days before the Standard Calendar. Her direct mentor, Level 2 Wizard Jemin, will have all related educational awards and subsequent obligations officially terminated as of the date of this notice.]
Benjamin's fingers gripping the data tablet paused slightly, his gaze lingering on the lines of text for about two seconds.
Then, he gently placed the dataslate back on the table and shook his head helplessly.
His face finally became calm, as if he had just seen an insignificant weather report.
He turned his attention back to the complex network model of divine power faith, as if nothing had happened just now.
He had already anticipated Anita's fate.
An apprentice who was weak-willed during his time at the academy, who focused his main energy on flashy techniques, and who lacked awe for knowledge itself and a deep understanding of power, suddenly plunged into the cruel battlefield of the plane, his chances of survival were pitifully slim.
Ever since he opened up about his problems, Benjamin has only sighed at such results.
It's a pity that a young life passed away so prematurely, but other than that, there wasn't much else going on.
It's not that he is cold-hearted by nature, but the time scale for being a formal wizard and a wizard apprentice is different.
Looking back, his so-called "master-disciple relationship" with Anita lasted only a few years at most.
This amount of time is really insignificant in his long life, which is now measured in hundreds or thousands of years.
In his long memory, Anita was more like a mayfly that passed by in a hurry, lived and died in a day, leaving only a trace so faint that it was almost negligible.
In fact, this is the root cause of the impression that many high-level wizards give people of emotional indifference.
Without becoming a formal wizard, the apprentice's natural lifespan of only sixty years is just a blink of an eye in the eyes of formal wizards who often live for thousands of years or even longer.
Perhaps after a period of in-depth research, the apprentices you knew at the time have already passed through several generations and turned into the dust of history.
Even for a formal wizard, if he cannot continue to advance, his life span will be short in the eyes of high-level wizards.
Unless they are extremely brilliant and destined to be on the same level as them, high-level wizards rarely have too deep personal interactions with low-level ones.
After all, it was destined to be an unequal investment full of sadness of parting.
Anita's death was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the ripples were brief and slight.
But it did remind Jermyn of one thing.
After thinking for a moment, Benjamin pulled up his research log and added a new to-do item in an inconspicuous corner.
After adding it, he put the matter aside for the time being and immersed himself again in the research of the Elosia plane divine power belief network.
Time flies like an arrow.
Before I knew it, three hundred years had passed since I returned from the battle in the airspace plane.
Over the past three hundred years, Benjamin's life has been regular and fulfilling.
The teaching task had long become a trivial episode because no one was interested in it, and he devoted almost all his energy to endless research.
Finally, on this day, he completed the analysis of most of the non-special biological samples brought back from the space plane.
Massive amounts of data were organized and archived, and countless unique biological structures, energy utilization methods and adaptive evolutionary strategies were understood and absorbed by him, becoming part of his knowledge system.
The old chapter turns over and a new creation begins.
On the special experimental table in the center of the laboratory, a creature with an extremely strange shape is currently fixed.
Its entire body has a smooth spindle shape, more like a carefully polished metal cannonball than a flesh and blood body.
The body surface is covered with a smooth and dense biological cuticle, sparkling with a cold metallic luster.
There are no obvious facial features on the head, only a pair of compound eye-like crystal structures and a suction cup-shaped mouthpart for absorbing energy.
Short but finely structured fin-like appendages extend from both sides of the body, and the tail is covered with muscular tissue similar to a vector nozzle.
This is the air combat cannon fodder unit that Jemin tailored for himself based on the biological samples of the airspace plane - he named it "Patrolman".
Its design prototype mainly comes from the strange creatures that were born for high-speed flight that were encountered when exploring the space distortion area with Wizard Jack (Chapter 254).
Their biggest feature is their astonishing extreme speed!
After deep optimization and genetic enhancement by Jeming combining alchemy and bio-transformation technology, the performance of the new generation of "Shuttle Patrol" has been greatly improved.
The lower limit of growth has been greatly increased. Once hatched, it can stably grow into a first-level creature at the very least.
Moreover, their potential for advancement exceeds that of their peers under natural conditions. They have a higher probability of naturally advancing to the second level of creatures, and there is even a small probability of giving birth to individuals of the third level of creatures.
Most importantly, the speed of this race has been greatly improved after Jemin's targeted transformation.
The cruising speed of a first-level "Shuttle Patrol" can easily break the sound barrier, the normal speed of a second-level individual can exceed ten times the speed of sound, and a third-level individual can even burst out at a terrifying thirty times the speed of sound!
At short distances, its penetration capability is a nightmare.
In addition, Jemin also equipped them with a controllable self-destruction system that is of the same high efficiency as the Black Giant.
At critical moments, they can accelerate themselves to the limit and transform into the most decisive weapon, combining the enormous kinetic energy with the biological energy instantly released in the body to produce a devastating impact explosion.
To put it bluntly, these "patrols" are not so much combat creatures as they are a group of "living missiles" that possess basic biological intelligence, can autonomously seek out enemies, and can proliferate indefinitely!
The core purpose for which they are designed is consumption.
To this end, Jemin combined the reproduction methods of most lower creatures in the airspace plane, making the reproduction speed of the patrollers astonishingly fast.
This thing is hermaphroditic and can lay eggs anytime and anywhere. Its meat-to-feed ratio and development speed are also astonishingly fast.
Just by providing the most basic biomass and energy, it can be scaled up in a short period of time.
They do not need complicated tactics or long-lasting fights. They have only one mission - to use unparalleled speed to break through the enemy's defense network.
Then, the most brilliant and deadly light of destruction blooms at the target point.
"Things like air cavalry are already outdated. The dominance of the airspace should be seized by things like 'Meteors'." Jemin stared at the finished product on the experimental table, his eyes filled with the scrutiny and praise of a researcher seeing a perfect work.
He checked the creation in front of him again, tapped his fingertips on the control panel, and began to enter the actual combat simulation parameters.
(End of this chapter)
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