After thinking for a long time, Dean, who had no clue, let go of the primitive insect and watched it sway its body like a strip of light, swimming in the air, and gradually became a little distracted.
It seems that there are few examples of direct utilization of source energy.
Dean looked grim as he tried to search his memory for some lessons to learn from.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that except for the lucky ones like the elves who are shaded by ancestral sacred trees, ordinary professionals really do not have the conditions to do such a luxurious thing...
Dean rubbed his chin, his expression gradually becoming distorted.
Is it possible that after he got all this energy out, he still has to find a way to get it back?
It's really a tool beast.
It's not enough to toss someone once, and he's ready to toss him back and forth... Even Dean feels a little bit uneasy with his conscience.
Moreover, it is easy to ask gods but difficult to send them away. With the primitive insects around, these original energies are easy to get, but sending them back is another matter.
Besides, this is not a jigsaw puzzle. If it is messed up, it can be put back together easily. Even if the damaged origin is put back, it will be difficult to restore it to its original state.
Whether it is the loss caused by lighting the lamp during this period or the damage caused by the primitive insects when they plundered, it is irreparable.
Therefore, returning the origin is definitely a blood loss for Dean.
It's better to light a lamp, so that you can at least see clearly.
Dean found a device that could measure the purity of energy, and attached the collection port to the primitive insect. The crystal on the side was instantly filled with scarlet mixed with gray.
He glanced at the ratio of gray and red and couldn't help but frown.
The purity of this energy was very average, even lower than he expected.
It may be because it comes from Warcraft, or it may be due to the special extraction method. In short, these extracted sources are mixed with a lot of impurities. The quality was not high in the first place, but now it has been reduced a lot.
Dean suddenly felt that being a lamp oiler didn't hurt so much anymore.
He put away his equipment and began to have a headache.
Now it really feels like a waste of food and a pity to throw it away.
There's no way to sell this kind of thing... Who would want the origin of Warcraft?
Probably only their kin may be in need...
Wait, same race?
With a sudden inspiration, Dean teleported to the animal farm again. When he returned to the laboratory, he already had several monsters in his hand.
But it doesn’t have to be the same kind of monster.
As if the two channels of Ren and Du had been opened, Dean's mind suddenly became active.
The energy in his hands is indeed of limited use, but it is different for the monsters of the same species as its owner.
Since he can't use it, he should channel the energy back into the body of the same kind of monster as the original monster.
As long as they are not particularly special individuals, the origins of monsters of the same race will not be much different. In other words, they will most likely be able to accept and utilize this origin energy.
Even if individual differences are taken into account, as long as the input source energy is sufficient, there will be no change.
It's much better than letting them continue to be used as lamp oil.
The more Dean thought about it, the more he thought he could give it a try, and his eyes unconsciously lit up with eagerness to try.
Although the technical problem of "sending the gods" still needs to be overcome, after this operation, the original energy of the recipient monster will skyrocket.
In other words... high-quality individuals can be produced in batches.
This realization appeared in Dean's brain, and every word seemed to be electrified, bringing him hair-tingling happiness.
Dean was as radiant as a mouse who suddenly discovered the existence of a granary, and his face was filled with the joy of dreaming.
He paced repeatedly in the laboratory, constantly deducing in his mind the possibility of success of his beautiful idea.
When Kana returned to the laboratory with the "field" image drawn by Lucy, she saw Dean with a strange smile on his face.
It put its paws on its back and watched for a long time. When it had enough, it poked his calf with the blueprint wrapped in a cylinder.
"Here."
Wake up, it's still daylight outside.
"Ahem, you're back."
Dean cleared his throat in embarrassment, and then, as if nothing happened, he took the drawing with a serious face and laid it flat on the table.
With just one glance, a sense of understanding that his suspicions had been confirmed appeared on his face.
Just as he thought, part of the "field" was missing.
Although there had been speculations for a long time, Dean could not be sure that these monsters could no longer continue to work as breeding beasts until the facts were revealed.
If the "field" is damaged, it will greatly interfere with the results of breeding, and even lead to a significant increase in the probability of defective offspring.
The risk of using this kind of beast for breeding is too high, and Dean is not willing to make fun of the lives of future generations of familiars just to get a little advantage.
He felt that he had enough experience of wiping the butt of defective magic pets, and there was really no need to add a few more.
And this also means that using primitive insects to plunder the origin is equivalent to treating Warcraft as consumables.
"Materials" that have been consumed cannot be reused.
Although Dean no longer lacks breeding animals, the attrition rate and cost-benefit issues still need to be carefully calculated after the results are released.
Observing the image carefully, Dean made a silent assessment in his mind.
Another use of this image is that it is used as a reference for his research on "field".
Defects, to a certain extent, are equivalent to splitting the "field".
The split "field" is also a subject of great research value... Is this part of the defect structural or random?
If it is the former, what will be the result if it is introduced into a normal "field"?
After finding the "field" records left behind by these monsters when they were intact, Dean compared the drawings in his hands and kept rolling his eyes.
He wanted to check which part of the structure had been plundered by the primitive insects.
If you're lucky, you might make new discoveries...
Blinking his sour eyes, Dean put down the drawing, stretched out his hand and pulled a little blue from his head.
This kind of slow and meticulous work should be left to professionals.
Are you a human being? Are you a human being? Are you a human being?
Xiao Lan hugged her shoulders, her cheeks puffed up so high that she could almost hang an oil bottle from her mouth.
Those big eyes were like Grandma Rong's needles, piercing Dean's face, but they never broke through his defense.
You kid, you'd better have both eyes standing guard for me tonight.
It sneered twice, then lay down resignedly and began to play to find differences.
Dean touched his conscience somewhere and patted the fallen star-haired demon's little head.
This drawing that proved his conjecture also brought good news.
Good news for Sigma.
That means his safety is guaranteed.
Since it affects the "field", people's reaction to it won't be too strong, so Sigma can relax a little.
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