Chapter 667: Blood-Colored Vertical Pupils

"Well, it seems this is indeed the way it should be."

After thinking for a while, Danling slapped his palm and smiled, saying, "Without wisdom, then give it a wise mind."

"Using human wisdom to drive a non-human body—correct, this is how it should be."

Having said that, he didn't bother with the others and cheerfully left the meeting room.

Clearly, he didn't care at all whether the experiment would be stopped.

And now, whether the experiment will be stopped or not—this discussion no longer needs to be argued.

"What, you still want to stop the experiment?" Han Liangji's voice was no longer as cold as before, but filled with the victor's delight.

The room fell into silence.

Most of the conservatives said nothing.

Their faces were solemn, their expressions torn.

After a while, someone slammed the table hard and shouted loudly, "I oppose! I still oppose!"

"Oh?" Han Liangji didn't get angry; instead, he gave a half-smile as he looked at that person.

The situation was clearly in their favor, and he saw it very clearly.

"We want to live because we want to live as humans. If we abandon our底线, what's the difference between living and dying?" That person said in a deep voice, "I still oppose those experiments, but I know I can no longer stop you."

"So I choose to withdraw, and from now on, Homeland Watch has nothing to do with me."

The situation is irreversible, so withdrawal is the only choice.

After tidying his clothes and the documents he brought, that person walked out of the meeting room.

"Then, who else wants to withdraw?" Han Liangji asked.

Another three people stood up, nodded slightly to indicate agreement, and left as well.

Different paths, no joint planning.

Now, this is their only choice: to leave with their respective forces and establish another human defense line.

As for Homeland Watch, they may still be protecting humanity, but they are no longer the former Homeland Watch.

Shepherding the people on heaven's behalf.

A single "herd" character says it all about the current Homeland Watch.

"Anyone else want to leave? Speak frankly." Han Liangji shrugged, "I really want to say some mocking words right now, to vent, but it's unnecessary."

"Our purpose is all to protect all of humanity; I won't let personal feelings enter such a great undertaking."

"As guardians, we cannot be swayed by useless emotions."

"Sometimes, to survive, we need to abandon some things and also bear guilt."

"I am willing to endure, to bear guilt. I hope more people will be willing to follow me, follow us, and turn this difficult road into a highway to heaven!"

Saying this, Han Liangji raised his right hand.

Beside him, the original radicals naturally raised their right hands.

The fence-sitters didn't think much and likewise raised their hands.

The remaining conservatives looked at each other, closed their eyes, exhaled.

When they opened their eyes again, their right hands were also raised.

Everything is for the continuation of humanity!

A few days later.

In the "Experimental Building" deep underground, Danling was having a video call with Han Liangji.

This place is off-limits to outsiders; even Han Liangji rarely appears here.

Inside are some researchers and staff, led uniformly by Danling, who on the surface looks like someone who doesn't understand worldly affairs, only burying himself in the lab to research—a mad scientist.

Actually, in managing personnel, Danling is in no way inferior to the high-level leaders of Homeland Watch.

If it weren't for his experiments being unsuitable for the light, he would certainly have entered the highest council as a top-tier researcher of Homeland Watch.

Not an honorary member, but someone who truly has a say, a real power figure, truly occupying a seat.

Fortunately, Danling has no interest in that aspect; management is only for better experimentation.

Otherwise, Han Liangji and the others would find it hard to truly trust him.

"How is it?" Han Liangji asked, looking at Danling on the screen.

"More materials." Danling said.

"Still more? It's already over twenty times the original amount—can't be more." Han Liangji said.

Now the high-level leaders of Homeland Watch have reached a consensus, fully supporting Danling in carrying out all his experimental projects.

Regarding experimental materials, they were immediately opened up.

But it's impossible to fully open them; if the frontline soldiers stationed and fighting knew, they died in battle.

What returns is only their empty uniforms; their real bodies have all been used for experiments.

Wouldn't they turn hostile on the spot?

Admittedly, many people don't care about what happens after death and are willing to truly sacrifice everything.

After all, one brings nothing at birth and takes nothing at death; fighting and dying against the Tianjian Star people, corpses are basically never intact.

Collecting the残骸, piecing them together, then cremating them—would using them for experiments really be a big deal?

But doing this secretly and willingly is absolutely different.

Moreover, not everyone thinks this way.

What needs to be concealed must definitely continue to be concealed.

Materials also cannot be supplied indefinitely; even if everyone agrees, there must be that much material.

Can't possibly commit suicide to provide materials, can we?

The frequency of Tianjian Star People descending for battle isn't actually particularly high.

If it weren't for Tang Luo and his group appearing out of nowhere, the higher-ups wouldn't feel a life-and-death crisis: the noose is already around their necks, ready to strangle them at any moment.

"Why not more? Now that there are special Tianjian Star People, sending more people would be fine, right?" Dan Ling pushed up his glasses, tone casual.

"Sent to die?" Han Liangji froze for a moment.

You scholars are the ruthless ones!

"Their deaths have value," Dan Ling said. "They can also help us gather intelligence — what exactly are those Tianjian Star People, and what do they want to do."

"... Fine."

Han Liangji nodded in agreement.

It's not really sending them to die; the Black Watch's frontline warriors exist to fight Tianjian Star People, don't they?

Now they're just doing their actual job — perfectly justified.

The Home Watch feeds them, not idle mouths.

That's right, exactly like that.

Soon, the order to pursue those dangerous Tianjian Star People was issued to every base.

One by one, warriors mobilized, heading toward where Tang Luo and his group were.

Precisely speaking, heading toward the route where Mu Yang and those gathered were, where Tianjian Star People kept moving.

At Mu Yang's request, Tang Luo and his group had already left.

Truly throwing him into endless dangerous pursuit with zero guarantees — the kind where people die.

Greenhouse flowers can't withstand wind and rain.

Mu Yang didn't believe his tempering under a degree of protection would keep having such effect forever.

Since he did it, he'd do it thoroughly.

Tang Luo and his group were also very decisive, directly leaving Mu Yang behind.

Zhu Bajie continued soaking in the cold pool to heal, Ao Yulie and Sha Wujing joined forces to break free of the Tianjian Star People's armor shell, regaining "freedom" — on the surface claiming to protect Second Senior Brother, actually happily slacking off.

As for Tang Luo and Xiaotian Dog, they began "taking medicine" — finding Tianjian Star People, killing them.

The frequency of Tianjian Star People appearing isn't high, just the situation in various places.

If you look at the whole planet, Tianjian Star People could be said to "visit" every day, bringing death — hmm, and big black swords.

In the high sky, Xiaotian Dog transformed into a giant battle wolf, four limbs burning with black flames, leaping a thousand li in a bound, approaching a huge descending aircraft.

Didn't notice at the time, but looking now, this spherical "UFO" isn't just the spherical shape of a dan pill?

Xiaotian Dog didn't attack that "big dan pill," merely "leaped" over it from above.

Tang Luo, sitting on Xiaotian Dog's back, reached out and casually grasped.

A faintly visible hand seal flashed by.

The spherical craft carrying many Tianjian Star People instantly burst apart, dissolving into the liquid seen on day one and vanishing.

The Tianjian Star People inside all turned into a pile of powder drifting in the wind.

"Wait, isn't this snatching Old Yang's opportunity?"

Tang Luo suddenly thought: what he's doing should actually be what (future) Yang Jian ought to do.

Now he eats the meat, Yang Jian can only drink the soup.

"But a monk's affairs — how can it be called snatching? This is karmic affinity with my Buddha."

As a monk, Tang Luo knows very well how to "justify himself to himself," immediately righteous and confident: "Besides, that sis-con Yang Jian can't get any now either."

"Made you chase me for a hundred and eight thousand li — truly happy."

Tianjian Star People killed by genuine ability — how can that be called snatching?

Tang Luo and Xiaotian Dog, just the two of them, directly established a "human anti-Tianjian Star People wall" in the high sky, providing support for Home Watch personnel mobilization.

Tianjian Star People appearance frequency plummeted to a historic low.

Mu Yang's side, however, was rather tragic.

Killing, death, constantly spreading around him.

Even for him, long accustomed to it, he felt exhausted.

The blood staining his body had already congealed into clots; turning to look around — a group of fallen warriors, and the gray ash left after Tianjian Star People died.

For Mu Yang, this was almost a battle with no teammates.

Even former teammates wanted to capture him.

Enemies in all directions, needing his weapon to annihilate — Black Watch warriors, and Tianjian Star People.

He lowered his head to glance at the three-pointed two-edged saber in his hand; cracks had already appeared on it.

Prolonged high-intensity combat, with almost no maintenance — no conditions for it.

Even a black iron weapon can't withstand it.

"Huu—"

Exhaling a breath tainted with the smell of blood, Mu Yang lifted his steps preparing to leave.

"Captain! Mu Yang!"

A hoarse voice came; Mu Yang turned to look — Dong Mushuang lay in the blood and filth, severe injuries preventing her from standing.

But not fatal.

Once Black Watch rescue squads arrive, treat her, and in a few months she'll be a fine warrior again.

Warriors injured but not dead like her — there are quite a few.

Mu Yang merely glanced, didn't linger.

He also had no strength left to fight; didn't want to fight the Home Watch members rushing over again.

Ignoring Dong Moushuang's shouts, Mu Yang quickly walked away.

Seven or eight minutes later, he completely threw the original battlefield to the back of his mind.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a faint gunshot sound entered Mu Yang's ears.

The foot Mu Yang had lifted froze in midair, then he landed heavily, he turned his head, and the "vertical pupil scar" between his eyebrows suddenly turned red as if it could drip blood.

As if, a blood-red vertical pupil!