Chapter 617 Beast Wars: Analyzing the Beast Brain

The hatch of the escape cabin was opened, and the rotating hatch was closed aside. A hand reached out to pull out the person inside, but what greeted him was a head.

Cole held the greenskin's head in his hands. He looked at Vito who emerged from the escape pod. He straightened his collar quite decently, and then took a step forward. Olaf and the others rolled out behind him, and several The demigods were piled together, lying on the ground stretching their arms and legs.

"Lancelot, I'm going to fuck you, get off my body!"

Ragnar faced down and stood upside down. His face was not supported by Lancelot's hands. The latter and Olaf climbed up, and there was another wail from Ragnar in the process.

"It seems to be going well." Cole said, pulling his hand away from the brain flowing out from the severed head of the green skin.

"Indeed, I got the information and blew up a green ship."

"And the slave workers on the ship." "I told them to run away."

Omega came over. He was wearing the red robe of a high-ranking priest of the Mechanicus. Omega was promoted not long ago. It was a robe that was very different from the robes of ordinary priests. It had silver threads tattooed on the outside, not the red robe of ordinary priests. Add black silk.

Now Omega serves as the chief technical priest of the fleet, and his mechanical legs make a squeaking sound on the ground.

"Did you get the brain tissue sample?"

"I got the whole head back and use it for whatever you want."

Vito patted the head next to him. The heavy head and the slap almost made Cole lose his grip and let the head fall to the ground.

Omega stepped forward and stroked the green skin's head with his iron fingers. It was a very gentle touch at first, until his mechanical arm came out from behind and pierced the green skin's nose several times. The mechanical arm was very It was almost pulled out, bringing with it a thick liquid.

Vito made an obviously disgusted expression and smiled weirdly. He looked at the rotating mechanical arm and shrugged.

"So? Will it work? Or should we find another head?"

"The hippocampus is losing activity. You did not cryopreserve it."

Omega said word by word in a mechanical voice.

"There's no refrigerator there."

"We will start extraction as soon as possible, before brain death."

"Okay, Lancelot, come here."

The group of people followed Omega and walked through the corridor of the battleship to his research room. The place was still the same as when Omega briefly left to study on Mars, so everyone knew what to do.

Omega walked to the terminal and started the instrument after a few short clicks. After the surrounding screens lit up, the surrounding robotic arms also lifted up. They approached the center of the room from the coaxial steering gear above. On top of a circular display table, Lancelot placed the greenskin's head on it.

The green-skinned man's tongue was hanging out, and he was leaning there with dull eyes. The surrounding mechanical arms quickly fell down, and the sharp needles were pierced into the head by the flexible hose arms.

Vito stood aside, with an extra drink in his hand and a small umbrella on it. He wore sunglasses and watched Omega busy in front of the terminal. Various programs were going on. There was crazy scrolling on those tall and short screens.

"We haven't heard from Yeta's team yet."

Cole said with his hands behind his back, Vito took a sip of his drink and nodded.

"I know."

"You don't look worried at all."

"Because I'm really not worried."

"With all due respect, sir, they have gone deep into the green-skinned hinterland for reconnaissance. This journey is very risky, and the possibility of failure is very high, even"

"I know, Olaf, that's why we got this head. Let's see how much help the things in this head can help."

Vito said, holding the drink cup and walked up to the head. He was wearing sunglasses, which reflected the sparks of the cutting gun. The thing cut open the green-skinned skull, exposing the brain inside.

Many tubes were inserted, and tiny, precise scalpels cut out his brain lobes and sent them to a series of surrounding instruments for analysis.

Vito watched the brain take a sip of his drink and then looked at Omega.

"Omega, did you find anything? Or has this brain expired?"

Before Vito finished speaking, the mechanical arms in front of him stretched out, and there were displays hanging in their palms, all of which were filled with various things that no one except the Mechanicus could understand.

Omega then came over and explained to Olaf, whose understanding of biology could only be described as endless, as well as Cole and his group.

His robotic arm moved flexibly behind him, like the tentacles of a school of octopus, and Vito watched the arm toast him.

"So what did you find? Octopus."

"I'm not a flesh-and-blood creature like an octopus. Vito, this is number one. But I did send something, which is number two."

Omega said, coming to Vito, who shrugged and took a sip of the drink in his hand.

"What a pity, even the voice of the octopus is not as nice as yours."

"Should you change your voice, Omega, maybe have the Battle Sisters give you one?"

Omega raised his finger and waved it in front of the screen. Soon, parameters appeared on the screen. Vito wore sunglasses and looked at the screen. Of course, he couldn't understand it at all.

"Is this greenskin from the mining planet?"

"Yes, he did come from somewhere, and I extracted some useful information from his brain."

Omega said, pointing to a number on the screen.

"They were ordered to dig there for minerals and then send them to Cole Weiss 8 for subsequent processing."

"What kind of treatment?"

Cole asked, holding his chin in his arms.

"According to the memory of the cerebral cortex, the green-skinned foreman didn't know, but his superior, the orc BOSS on that planet, told him that this would be a very important thing."

"Battle Moon."

Vito suddenly interrupted, looking back at Cole, who frowned, and then shrugged.

"Of course, what else? Think about it with common sense, what else could it be?"

"Indeed, with so much ore and labor, there is a high probability that it will be used to build something big, and it is almost certain that it is the Battle Moon."

Olaf said, crossing his arms.

Ragnar asked, pointing to the head that had the Tianling Cap removed.

"Don't the greenskins also like those things that are as big as a giant and make as much noise as they walk?"

"It's really hard for me to understand why they make things so big and conspicuous."

Lancelot said from the side, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Isn't that looking for a fight?"

"Don't try to understand the greenskin's mind. This is also for you, Omega. You won't turn into a crazy boy later, will you?"

"No, Vito, my brain is normal and has been checked."

Vito held his chin and looked at the green-skinned brain beating under the mechanical device. Under the light, the thing looked like the leg of meat accidentally left by the restaurant chef Ezio. Speaking of which, the green-skinned one tasted... What is the taste?

"Cole Weiss, number 8?"

Vito held his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Shall we go take a look?"

"No, Cole, there's no need, or rather, there's no need for us to go."

Vito smiled slightly and lowered his hand.

"Someone can help us."

Vito turned to look at the door, and seemed to see a figure there. He put a hand in the door, holding a lock of long silver hair between his snow-white fingers.

"Vito?"

Olaf looked at the distracted Vito and asked in surprise, and then glanced in that direction. Vito looked in the direction of the door and leaned towards Cole.

"Is there something wrong with Geller's position?"

Cole was a little surprised, but nodded.

"Yes, there is a slight problem, but the engineer said it is not a big problem."

"Give them a good overhaul."

After Vito said that, he walked over, leaving a few people behind and heading towards the door. Cole looked at him and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Why are you going?"

"Meet a friend."

Vito said and walked out of the door. He stroked a slight trace of energy left on the door. There was a white hair there. He picked it up and then looked at the purple eyes flashing in the distance. It suddenly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Vito smiled, held the hair in his hands, and followed.