Learning from History

Once everything had been temporarily settled, Salomon immediately fell into a state that could be called laziness. He had rarely enjoyed this kind of languid feeling in his life—wanting to do nothing, say nothing, and simply lie there wasting time. That was merely wishful thinking on his part. To outsiders, he still maintained an intense workload. Only a few knew what had drained so much of the monarch's energy. They had witnessed firsthand how the monarch, Maya Hansen, and Malphas had led the biological laboratory through intensive research and development, repeatedly using the Time Stone and large numbers of slaves captured in battle for trial and error within an extremely short time. They used Gene Technology and mechanical technology to create an assassin enhancement procedure that could only be described as utterly inhuman. This enhancement had originally been one of the biological laboratory's long-term projects. The biological druids and genetic scientists had accumulated vast amounts of data, but due to practical necessity, Salomon could only personally resolve certain difficulties in Gene Alchemy and make up the project's final deficiency.

That was time, the one thing everyone lacked.

Salomon tossed aside his bloodstained rubber gloves and declared the experiment complete before the ugly human body on the operating table, which looked almost like a gutted fish, reeked of scorched flesh, and was covered in hundreds of stitched wounds. Something rising beneath the surgical lamp made Praetorian Guard Zero think of something else.

The assassin project had not been carried out entirely on Earth. In order to find weapons that could maximize the assassins' killing capabilities, Malphas had pointed out a location. It was a planet bearing obvious traces of artificial modification. The inhabitants had once possessed an extraordinarily glorious civilization, but now only ruined orbital rings and crimson deserts remained. Wrecked