Chapter 359 Mutation Virus·Forest of Elves
The extreme south.
A metal disc flew unscrupulously at a speed close to Mach 5. It was very quiet along the way and there was no obstruction at all.
Even some divine envoys would decisively tear open the cracks in space and leave the moment the white plague's spiritual power touched them.
At this critical time, unless it is an envoy with powerful divine power, the god is not willing to waste his power fighting against the white plague.
In mutated areas and catastrophic areas, even if there are legendary lords, they will only silently reduce their existence due to the White Plague's current 67 world legend level and the mental power that is so powerful that it makes them a little uneasy. feel.
White Plague randomly marked several legendary mutation areas.
Continue turning the pages of the book.
The most intuitive manifestation of the transformation science is [Frenzy Transformation]. White Plague likes this transformation very much, but it has a shortcoming.
With White Blight’s current use of materials and transformation technology, it can indeed increase the power of Madness and Bloom to the legendary level.
But there is a very embarrassing situation. The City Guard Mecha Federation has a total of 104 units, which are 104 legends.
And White Plague can now build A series of city protection mechas. In other words, the one-time transformation of the legendary level does not seem to have much effect.
What White Blight wants to study now is the legendary transformation legion. This is the big one. Legends are very strong even if they only have attributes.
After all, the birth of a legend is difficult. How many legends can there be based on how many people there are in the entire federation?
So even if ten transformation legends can defeat one normal legend with specialties, it’s not a loss.
Once the legendary modified creatures reach a large scale, enemies under the gods will not be able to pose any threat.
You can see this just by looking at the Federation of Stars, which directly built four hundred A-series city-protecting mechas, making that place stable for nearly five hundred years.
The catastrophic areas and mutated areas are just floating clouds.
However, the higher the quality of the renovation, the cost becomes an issue.
This cost does not refer to gold coins. Gold coins are indeed extraordinary materials and do have a certain value.
But it can become a currency, and it cannot cover the expenditure of all materials. For example, the extremely scarce soul crystal core on the market cannot be bought even if you have money.
And this requires Midley's help. She now has to learn and control the rules of the Demon Dimension.
In a time flow of two thousand times, as long as she is given seeds, there is a high probability that she can fill in many transformation vacancies.
The only trouble left is materials that are not naturally formed or have very harsh conditions for natural formation.
Also
Zero: [The Wonder Guard Brigade sent news that in half a month, the Star Messenger will visit, and he is the messenger of the Alchemist Sage. 】
Bai Bian paused slightly and stopped thinking: [I know. 】
It was not communicated through the players
Has Xingchen started guarding against players? Very sharp.
Thinking about it, Bai Bian raised his hand and clicked. Terrifying energy poured into the temporary aircraft beneath him. As a light shield rose, wrinkles began to appear in the space, and the space shuttle began again.
It's almost time. After another hour of traveling, we should be at our destination. It is indeed far away, but Bai Bian is looking forward to it because according to ancient records, the place he is going to should be a place where gods disappeared.
White Blight This god has some connections with White Blight, but I don’t know what the legendary Elf Forest looks like now.
Is it some inheritance from the goddess of life?
——
“Hu~hu~”
"Roar~"
Tap tap tap.
The sound of fast and staggering footsteps, thick breathing, and some low roars of wild beasts shuttled through the jungle.
Winster's eyes were full of despair, and his physical strength had reached its limit.
The monster behind him occasionally let out a low roar as if it was playing, as if it was toying with its prey, waiting for it to fall on its own.
This is the Forest of Elves.
It was once the holy land of elves, but now it is clearly spring. This super giant forest with a diameter of more than 10,000 kilometers is not full of vitality. Instead, the trees are withered and the vegetation mutates.
The original address of life is now filled with decay.
As for the survivor bias, in such a large forest, if there is no abyss to choose this area, there will always be some creatures that survive this pollution.
This green-haired Winster is a male elf of the Life Tribe.
But it's obvious that this survivor is about to become someone else's prey.
He was a little desperate. If it hadn't been for the shuddering dream yesterday, he wouldn't have thought about moving to another place to live, and he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
It seems that he will not die at the hands of the scarlet eyes in the dream, but will be killed by a mutated monster.
His steps staggered and he fell forward.
The smell of rotten earth filled his nostrils. He tried his best to turn over and look at the blue sky above the withered trees, suddenly feeling that his life was very boring.
From birth to now, I have either been avoiding or on the way to avoid.
He felt really tired.
Being eaten now doesn’t seem completely unacceptable.
It's just a pity that he hasn't met the goddess yet, and he already has some clues
"What a pity."
A low murmur sounded, and he forced his extremely tired body to sit up slowly, leaning against a dead tree, feeling the lifeless tree behind him.
He smiled bitterly: "I can't cure you. Then it seems good to die with you."
Muttering in a low voice, he slowly closed his eyes, hungry and Extreme fatigue surged into the body and consciousness. It was already like this, so why not add a little severe pain?
Waiting quietly, time passed little by little, ten seconds, one minute, ten minutes.
The severe pain I imagined did not come.
"How long are you going to sleep for?"
A gentle male voice sounded. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a strong heart palpitation filled all his thoughts.
This feeling is very familiar, like the feeling in a dream.
He looked at the source of the sound, where a tiger with eight legs was lying obediently on the ground. Its pure white hair and ferocious body looked very scary, but at this time its His expression was full of fear.
He looked at a young man playing with something there with fearful eyes.
The young man had the aura of a scholar, was very elegant, and had no expression on his face. It seemed very inconsistent with the eyes in the dream, but he had an intuition that this was the owner of the dream in the early hours of yesterday morning.
"Who are you?"
Winster asked cautiously. He was speaking the inherited Elvish language, and he originally could not understand the words of White Plague. But I can understand the meaning.
This amplified his uneasiness.
“Rest first and I’ll ask you later.”
White Blight is very interested in the corruption of the entire Elf Forest, and what he speaks is the language of God.
The language of God has the same characteristics as the unique language and writing of the saints.
That is, all intelligent and even non-intelligent creatures can understand its meaning.
This language is very practical, but it is a bit awkward to pronounce and very difficult to learn, and it requires a certain amount of magic power to speak.
This is also the reason why this language is not promoted.
Mortals have learned the pronunciation, but extraordinary beings can still make them unable to understand the meaning. "Okay."
Long-term survival in the wild has taught Winster that in the face of a powerful existence that they cannot resist, they only need to remain obedient, unless there is a possibility of escape. Otherwise there is no need to fight at all.
Just like the eight-legged devil tiger, quietly waiting for death to come, or for the strong man to release it.
Bai Bian looked back, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
Sure enough, idiots will become a little smarter when faced with the danger of life and death. Of course, except for those guys who are devoured by fate, those creatures are just prone to impulsiveness under the influence of fate.
There is no difference between impulsiveness and death in front of the strong.
Bai Bian turned around and began to extract the blood of this strange tiger. The powerful soul power invaded the soul of this tiger, exploring the characteristics of this mutation.
Bai Ying’s recent research is on modification. This kind of mutation can also be regarded as a kind of modification. Bai Ying has a premonition, and this may be part of the chance.
Following the research, some surprises appeared in Bai Bie’s eyes.
This thing seems to be a virus that changes genes, and it carries a lot of uncertainty.
That is, whether the genes become stronger or weaker, it all depends on the face. This tiger is one of the stronger ones. When it was born, it was just an ordinary tiger, but as it grew up, it was divided into for four stages.
There is one chance of genetic mutation from birth to early childhood.
Once in adolescence, once in adulthood and once in old age.
As for this extremely lucky tiger, in his old age, the genes he picked up were reversed. The already old tiger became young again after taking a nap.
This kind of thing
The more Bai Bide studies it, the more frightened he becomes. As the scorching sun gradually sets on the horizon, he has begun to collect this virus.
Why is alchemical transformation weaker than the same level with normal growth?
That’s because there is no expertise, and the expertise will not increase.
And if this virus can become part of the transformation, then there will be more possibilities in flesh and blood transformation.
But the plague has to figure out this 'randomness' and all the characteristics of the virus before it is possible to open a new model.
This value is too great, beyond imagination.
Thinking about it in a small way, if this thing is once controllable, it means that the entire Dawn will enter a healthy extraordinary system, and it can even have four more specialties than extraordinary people who are not infected by the virus.
Thinking about it bigger, if the Alchemy Colossus, which can kill gods, evolves four times.
Then even mages cannot compare to alchemists.
You know, a forbidden level mage is more than a little stronger than an alchemist. Forbidden spells correspond to gods. Even a colossus can survive the forbidden spell.
But the thing guarded by the Colossus, or the alchemist, will be reduced to ashes in the aftermath of the Colossus.
Alchemists are only creating god-level power, while mages are mastering god-level power.
The same is true for other professions. Only alchemists rely on external forces, so alchemists in the early stage are not weaker than other professions. Even alchemists with enough inheritance will have a much greater advantage than other professions.
But in the later stage, when a weak chicken who created a god fights against a god, the weak chicken must die, and then there will be a battle between the created god and another god.
Of course, this presupposes that other alchemists do not awaken the expertise of [Light and Darkness], otherwise the alchemist can create a god, and this god can also be another body.
"Gurgling~"
A subtle voice sounded, and Bai Ying, who was in high spirits, paused, raised his hand, and the magic power in his hand quickly built up, forming a life fruit almost instantly. .
This is the use of life energy. The power of white plague can be simulated and then created.
In terms of materials, it is directly reduced by 30%, but if you eat it, there is no problem.
"Eat first, do you have anything special on you?"
Bai Bian threw the fruit of life over and asked casually.
"Woo~"
At the foot, the tiger, which was two meters tall even if it was crawling, let out a slight whimper. It could feel that the fruit was very helpful to it. big.
It is a kind of treasure, and it also wants one.
Bai Bian thought about it and realized that this tiger was indeed a white tiger, but it was too weak, not handsome, and of little value.
He gathered a piece of fruit at random and threw it over, and made a mental gesture.
The tiger's eyes were full of surprise. He stood up, used all eight legs at the same time, grabbed the fruit in his mouth and rushed into the jungle instantly.
Winster caught the fruit and hesitated to speak, but in the end he just answered the question: "No, no, what is your Majesty asking about?"
"About God. ”
Bai Bing observed the changes of the virus, its erosion of flesh and blood, and its assimilation of souls, but he didn't pay much attention to the problem.
The opportunities here are most likely not people, or the opportunities for extremely evil hunting are rarely people. It’s just that these people are related to the opportunities he can use, and you can follow the lines on them to find the one. Opportunity.
For example, the virus here, or the moon in the dream world.
"My Majesty the Goddess?"
When he mentioned the Goddess of Life, the trembling in his tone disappeared immediately, and the emotions in his tone were very complicated.
Bai Bian paused for a moment, turned his head, and had no intention of asking any more questions. The huge soul directly invaded his consciousness, entering his soul and reading through his memories.
Is it possible that this awesome virus is just incidental? So how precious are real opportunities?
Bai Bian was quickly browsing this man's memory. His life was very simple. He was either running away or hiding.
Perhaps the elves once had gods. In addition to elves and half-elves, other races in this forest, whether intelligent or beasts, will be contaminated by the virus, thus starting four genetic mutations in their lives. .
Similar to opening four gambles.
In this elf's memory, a lizard once mutated three times and directly mutated into a black-skinned, fire-breathing dragon.
But when he mutated for the fourth time, his body withered and died.
There are many examples of this.
Bai Yie always feels that this thing has a familiar feeling, just like
the weird doctor's 'neutrality'!
Thinking of Irene's stupid elf, Bai Bian seemed to understand how Irene turned into a curse doctor.
I also understand why the goddess of life has finger bones left in the world.
It wouldn’t be surprising if it was a weird doctor. Although the weird doctor has his own criminal rules, he is still a great being.
At that time, only fate could prevent them from taking a step out of the dimensional chaos.
After the demise of Destiny, all the weirdos seem to have emerged. Only the evil secret black death has no relics at present.
As for the nightmare world, that was during the ancient god period.
Thinking about Bai Bian, I gradually came across a more interesting fragment in this not-so-long memory.
This seems to be a legacy about the goddess of life!
(End of this chapter)