Chapter 1343 Vegetable vs Vegetable

In the small garden covered by countless white flowers, an invisible wind circled twice around the round table in the center of the garden, but this is not the "environmental parameter" simulated by the neural network—in essence, it is a field made of A space created by Lin Jushu's large-scale neural nodes is attached to the network in the form of an independent visitor area, and the wind blowing through this sea of ​​flowers is essentially the "thinking" of Sorin Jushu.

After a few seconds, the wind gradually weakened, and Bertila also ended the communication with her remote body. While stirring the steaming tea in her hand, she looked up at Gawain: "Yes, I can clearly understand Perceived Bertram's signal reaction, he led a group of deformed freaks to move around the front line, and he was always around my distal root system..."

Speaking of which, she paused again, narrowing her eyes slightly as if she had seriously sensed the signal from afar again, and then said: "I can feel...he is leading his team to dig my stills in the dirt. The fringe roots that haven't fully grown, putting targeted toxins and inhibitors in the groundwater, and guiding the dark root network in the wasteland area to fight against my spread... Now he should have become the main force of the wasteland immunity barrier. Commander, his intervention ... was effective."

Bertila narrowed her eyes. She didn't like to praise her enemies, but sensing the confrontation between Bertram and herself, she had to use the word "very effective" to evaluate the opponent's achievements.

"I thought it would be impossible for him to return to the front line after such a failure, but I didn't expect that not only did he come back, but he was also entrusted with a heavy responsibility." Hearing what Bertila said, Gawain couldn't help frowning, "Look It seems that the 'Dark Grand Master' named Borken is not as mean and irritable and harsh as you say-at least he knows how to use a capable loser."

"It may also be that the number of followers around him is limited, and he cannot be wasted at will," Bertila commented calmly. "In any case, the appearance of Bertram really gave me a 'surprise'. I didn't expect him to have this ability... It seems that the failure last time gave him enough stimulation to make him desperately want to wash away this shame, and..."

Her expression became a little weird, and the corners of her mouth trembled and she continued: "And it seems that he made good use of the 'lesson' from last time - I tried to use the method of spiritual parasitism to dig out information about the wasteland from his mind. According to the intelligence, this kind of attack actually established a connection in reverse, and now he leads the team to intercept my remote root system, and the accuracy and efficiency of each operation are significantly higher than other dark priests."

"...The prey has overcome the psychological fear instinct, and instead used its 'natural enemy fear' to actively search for the location of the natural enemy..." Gao Wen was thoughtful, "This sounds like a 'talent', you How do you plan to deal with such a comeback opponent?"

"Deal with? For predators, the word 'food' does not need the word 'deal with'," Bertila said with undisguised contempt, but she obviously didn't really despise the other party to the point where she didn't even make a plan , "Don't worry, I have prepared the best trap for him and his monster minions. Since he is so interested in the secrets buried deep underground, let him come."

The dominant consciousness of the Sorin giant tree smiled, planning the next beautiful predation like an experienced predator, and then she gracefully picked up the steaming teacup, gracefully raised it above her head, and gracefully Pour hot tea over your head.

Gao Wen looked at this scene with a dazed face, without even realizing what happened, and then watched the woman in the green dress suddenly throw the teacup in front of him, and jumped up from the chair all of a sudden, feeling embarrassed Pulling his hair unbearably, he exclaimed: "It's hot, it's hot..."

It was only at this time that Gao Wen came to his senses, and reminded the other side a few beats later: "You are in the neural network... Our tea is usually for drinking..."

"I'm used to watering..." Bertila brushed her wet hair and stood in the flower field and looked up at Gawain.

While his figure quickly faded away, he said quickly, "I'll go back and continue working on the advancement plan!!"

In the next second, her figure had completely disappeared in front of Gawain, leaving only an empty white flower field and a round table and stool in the middle of the flower field. Gawain stood by the table and stared at the direction in which Bertila disappeared for a moment. A few images from his memories slowly emerged from the depths of his memory. After a long time, he smiled and shook his head with a complicated expression: "It's really an expression that I haven't seen in seven hundred years..."

As soon as the voice fell, his figure also disappeared in the flower field, and this "anchor" space specially constructed by the neural nodes of the Sorin giant tree fell into darkness in the neural network.

...

Deep in the crown of the giant tree of Sorin, in the "main consciousness chamber" formed by a large number of wooden structures interlaced with countless vines and leaves, a special type of immersion cabin is running quietly near the central platform, but the outer cover of the cockpit remains In the open state, there is no one inside the cabin, only a large number of nerve fibers like thin vines grow and cluster from the nearby "floor" and "wall", and spread all the way into the cabin, using their ends to The suction cup structure attaches to metal contacts on the seat back.

All of a sudden, the nerve fibers entangled and attached to the cockpit twitched, and then quickly detached from each contact point, and retreated to the shadows of the nearby wooden structures in the blink of an eye. On the nearby central platform, a The group flower vine squirmed and retreated around, from which emerged Beltira's mimetic avatar—this mimetic avatar blinked after breaking away from the link, as if adapting to the sensory change from the virtual world to the real world, within a few seconds Only then fully regained consciousness.

She raised her hand and touched the hard and rough "hair" on the top of her head. There seemed to be a hint of frustration on her expressionless face, and she muttered in the chamber: "It's so stupid, I'm so stupid. So stupid..."

After a while, the frustrated murmur turned into a cold soliloquy: "This embarrassment should be repaid by Bertram..."

...

Bertram suddenly shivered—even though there was no cold wind blowing across the wasteland at this moment, and his body, which had been mutated for many years, had long been less sensitive to outside temperature changes, but at this moment he still felt There was a "cold" that soaked into his spirit like cold water flowing through his mouth and nose, and this chill made him fully alert in an instant.

This is not an illusion - after many days of activities on the edge of this wilderness, he has already accumulated valuable experience in this area. This chill that pierces the soul is real, it is the sequelae left by the mental attack, and it is also After making a series of terrible mistakes, I can still return here and get reused "reliance": this is the spiritual perception between predator and prey.

Unfortunately, he is in the position of prey, and whenever this kind of chill hits, it means that the terrible "predator" who has been alienated to the point of completely breaking away from common sense is exuding strong hostility towards him, which means The fangs and claws of the predator are moving nearby at a very dangerous distance.

However, Bertram is used to this. Anyway, it has not been a day or two since that crazy "saint" radiated this kind of hostility and "appetite" towards him. Sabotage is his main job content.

"I sense it," Bertram quickly calmed down. His branches were shaking in the wasteland of winter, and many leaves pointed to the same location. "A large nerve cluster, a very strong thought pulse...Due East Xiang, the signal has just appeared, there should be a root system that has not yet formed, act now!"

Behind Bertram, several twisted treants of various shapes and a large group of mutants responded quickly. This "special team" began to move quickly under the command of the dark priest, passing through the vast plain and the poisonous Not long after the transfer started, a dark priest with a gray-black skin and a tree crown twisted and twisted like a whirlpool approached their commander: "Master, we Can you catch the 'organ' that emits the thought pulse this time?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure ... we're getting closer to that organ."

While speaking quickly, Bertram secretly issued a series of instructions to the nearby root system network: let those aggressive vines wriggling underground secretly interweave into a strangulation encirclement, let those secretory organs that grow between roots Create counter-resisting antagonistic pheromones, let some "young vines" transform themselves, simulate the nerve signals of the living forest to get as close to the opponent as possible, and eliminate the interference toxins they carry as much as possible before being recognized and strangled by the opponent. Potentially infiltrate into nearby dirt...

All these are the "skills" he has cultivated during the days of "fighting" with Bertila, and many of them are even the methods he learned from the other party. These methods are incredible, but he must admit Well, after turning into a real plant, that crazy "saint" did create many tactics that only plants could "think", and these tactics were quite effective during use.

Fortunately, everyone is from the same source. What Bertila can do, the root network deep in the wasteland can basically do. As long as there is a smart person who can learn ideas from that crazy woman, he will The means of control can also emerge as the times require.

Bertram felt that he was such a "smart person" - this was the most and only thing he was proud of these days.

It even slightly diluted the shame and resentment he had built up after that defeat.

At the same time, in the depths of the dark and corrupt wasteland, a fierce confrontation invisible to ordinary people has rapidly erupted and intensified following Bertram's instructions.

The roots belonging to the distal limbs of the Sorin giant tree were strongly blocked in the process of spreading southward, and some of the root structures that had just grown and had not yet had complete combat capabilities were strangled during the maturation process, forming pieces into pieces The earth died between the soil and the underground river, and the dark root system network from the direction of the wasteland immediately launched a rapid "encirclement and suppression", a chilling sound of friction and creeping between the underground caves and tunnels Echoing, a large number of living vines drilled in the dark, intertwined into a surrounding net while releasing various toxins and tiny "biological soldiers" around, and the thin vines that mimicked the roots of Thorin spread and grew all the way to the north... …

The counterattack of Soling's root system is also coming soon, no less than the opponent's attack methods emerge in endlessly, and the root system network belonging to the dark priests began to die in a large area in the border area...

And before these necrotic root tissues completely died, they had already sent enough information to Pertram.

"The counterattack was very rapid... Concentrated and continuous thought pulses... Nerve signals are converging towards the eastern region..."

In the cold wilderness, Bertram led the team to quickly move to the target location while carefully perceiving the information from below. Suddenly, a wave of joy surged into his heart.

While this joy was welling up, he was also feeling an increasingly obvious and stronger "predator breath", which brought him almost instinctive fear—two diametrically opposed Emotions impacted his already abnormal spirit, and the process of repeatedly tearing away his consciousness made Bertram even more excited. An abnormal excitement made him shout to his followers: "We caught the big guy!" Yes! My fellow countrymen, we have caught it!"

"Master, you mean..." A low-ranking dark priest froze for a moment, then quickly realized, "You mean what we captured this time is the 'thinking organ'?"

"That's right, I sensed those strong thought pulses, and the nerve signals that are constantly converging towards the target location, and we caught it," Bertram said with gritted teeth (although he has no teeth now), "That crazy woman can extend her consciousness to such a long distance, and can easily control the truth of such a huge body with her own strength... We have finally caught her thinking auxiliary organ!"

While speaking, he already sensed that he had arrived near the target location—he immediately ordered his followers to stop to prevent them from falling into the trap.

Excitement turned into excitement, Bertram still maintains basic judgment and calmness, he knows how cunning that "ancient saint" named Bertila is, and he knows that there is no such thing as unreasonable good luck in this world——Okay , maybe exists, but he doesn't believe that such a thing will fall on his head.

The target is ahead, but he doesn't dare to rush over and dig down rashly. Who knows what that crazy woman has prepared there, maybe after he runs over, the ground will split a big hole, and there will be a cloth underneath. What about the stomach sac full of sharp teeth and digestive juices?

"Master, how do we get there?" The low-level dark priest asked beside him.

Bertram did not respond, but secretly communicated with the underground root network that was fighting fiercely with the enemy. A moment later, a rumbling sound suddenly came from a ground near him, and then the thick soil and rocks were blown by The force of the ground tore a gap, and a sloping "passage" leading to the ground, surrounded by countless living vines and roots, appeared in his eyes.

"I suspect that crazy woman has prepared a trap for us, but it's okay-we slowly push through under the cover of the root network, and whatever she has prepared underground, we will dismantle it along the way!"

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