Tuer Kelanduo's Ambition

They're really gone!

The story of the Tu'er Shrine has finally come to an end.

Ren Yisheng Ren Yisheng his group came, and then they left.

Apart from the stone axe in the hands of the god Tu'er being replaced, everything else seemed unchanged.

But the future will be different.

Not to mention Turkalando was filled with apprehension, even Turkalando was somewhat suspicious.

"How about... how about I step down early?" Turcorlando said, "That's better than me being killed and then you inheriting the chieftainship!"

"Huh? Is that so?"

Turkalandor undoubtedly resisted things like priesthood, especially after becoming the leader of the Turk tribe.

Her repeated rebellions and departures were partly due to this.

For her, this was something her mother could do; she didn't need to get involved, and she had no interest in such a right.

"Perhaps you have no interest in power," Turcolando whispered, "But you need to understand that we lack the ability of genetic combat. Once separated from the Queen of Tur, we are useless. We can become the highest leaders of the Tur tribe, but after our downfall, we will be the lowest of the low!"

"Um!"

"Think about it carefully. When you travel the world, do you constantly squander the benefits that come with these privileges?"

Whether Tulcarando admits it or not, she has the ability to constantly use Spiritual Qi to achieve harmonious interpersonal communication.

She also occasionally used her privileges to remotely access relevant information via satellite positioning, and even used classified information that the Turks had already obtained.

If she were a normal woman, these would be things she shouldn't be involved in.

Thinking about his own extravagance, and then about what would happen if he were to lose those abilities and rights, Turkalando's expression slowly changed.

Clearly, having become accustomed to these abilities, she would find it difficult to break free.

"Let's find a good time, and then you'll take over as chieftain," Turcorando said. "If we firmly believe in the future that the divine messenger spoke of, at least it will save me from a calamity!"

"This..."

"What, are you planning to inherit it after I die?"

"I don't!"

Turkalando shook his head repeatedly.

This pleased Turkelando greatly.

She was extremely grateful to Zhang Manqian, a complete stranger to her.

No matter how hard she tried to persuade him, it was no match for the power of his painting.

Turkalando was a stubborn and headstrong bull; had she not died, Turkalando was certain that it would have been difficult for her daughter to change her mind.

The simple line drawing in front of her was almost equivalent to her dying in her place, allowing Turkalando to understand the truth in advance and be willing to accept reality.

As one of the few things that binds her to Turcolando, and even to the next generation, she hopes that her daughters will be of one mind with her. Only in this way can they gain a foothold in the Tur clan, instead of having to control divine power, pursue scientific research, and even discipline her daughters.

Distracted by various matters, Turcorlando's research in related technologies has stagnated for more than a decade.

This was an extremely golden decade, a decade in which gene research continued to advance.

She undoubtedly went down the wrong research path, but her research abilities still remain.

If he could break free from his constraints, Turcorando would indeed like to become a scientific researcher.

Just like Ren Yisheng, who had to engage in psychology research, even if they had to switch fields for some reason, their accumulated knowledge still exists, and they have the confidence and ability to keep up with the relevant cutting-edge science.

Turkorando firmly believed that only science and technology could change society and save the Turks, rather than continuing to indulge in the gods they believed in to gain a new life.

It just so happens that the science and technology that change the world are things that only the human elite can accomplish.

If a few elites emerge in an era, they are highly likely to guide the direction of humanity.

Turcolando undoubtedly aspired to become that kind of elite.

In fact, the embryo gestation technology she possesses is indeed at an extremely cutting-edge level.

Given enough sperm and eggs, she could nurture almost any mammal in the world, and even after a brutal war, her technology could quickly restore the vitality of a social group.

This even impacts technologies that rely on sheer numbers in warfare.

But as the world entered the genetic age, it also entered the age of individual decapitation strikes, rendering her technology obsolete.

Any war is launched because the top leadership has interests at stake; when war threatens the lives of the top leadership, it is nipped in the bud.

The coming era will be one of unlimited enhancement of the abilities of top-tier individuals. Turkelando does not want to see such an era, but he has no choice but to participate in it.

"The Tenth Sequence: God Creation!"

Only Montespatton of the Aomeijia Alliance has made it into the Eighth Sequence, but Turcorando has never set his sights on the achievements of others.

She even skipped the theoretical Ninth Sequence and focused directly on the tenth sequence, where the gene is finally finalized.

This wasn't because she was overly ambitious, but because Turcorando wanted to have the highest goal in her heart and keep moving towards it, rather than becoming complacent and losing sight of her goals once she reached a certain level.

As the high priest and chieftain who serves the god Turkor, Turkorando hopes that one day he will truly succeed in creating a god.

"If it really comes to that, war should be permanently eliminated from the world, and our Tuer people can survive in an ever-evolving society!"

The thoughts in her mind were extremely crazy, and her ideas went beyond those of a normal researcher.

It wasn't until Turkalando inquired about the exploration of caves in various places and about the research on millipedes that Turkalando came back to his senses.

"The cave exploration is progressing slower than expected; it will take at least six months to get results. However, the millipede we studied is rather strange!"

"What's strange?"

Researchers extracted a white, round object from the millipede's body, believing that the millipede's toxins and power became so dangerous after being enhanced by this object!

"I didn't understand!"

"What I mean is that it might be the source of the millipede's power. Without it, the millipede can't exert much of its strength, and..."

"And what?"

"Those white, round objects seem to be a superior raw material for blood serum, far surpassing the phagocytic and fusion effects of genes in blood and muscle."

Drawing blood from a millipede is undoubtedly difficult, and the flesh and blood of this venomous insect are not suitable for integration into the human body. However, the white, round object of the millipede is a rather peculiar existence, as it can actually be used to prepare blood-making agents.

Although the effects of this blood serum are not yet known, it undoubtedly provides a new direction for genetic research.

If we don't consider the millipede as a new type of creature, but rather define it within the category of ferocious beasts, Turcorando believes there might have been an oversight in the research on the ferocious beast captured by the Thousand Islands Alliance.

Human research into the genes of ferocious beasts will undoubtedly bring more benefits, and this may be the true ladder to advancement to higher-level sequences.