Chapter 1393 Creeping Disaster
Pittman is a very professional druid - although he also claims to be a professional archaeologist, psychologist, conjurer, fortune-teller and cook, and because of this series of "self-proclaimed" people he knows There are subtle comments on him, but this old man is really a professional druid.
After all, he was a character who was able to become a middle-level priest in the Death of All Things Association (if he didn't mess around, he might have become a high-level priest), and he can seamlessly run to the Order of the Eternal Sleepers after running away from the Death Association Mixed in the middle, behind this seemingly unreliable behavior is not just a simple left and right jump - try to jump like this between two dark sects that speak with strength without real skills?
Rather, with Pittman's behavior style that is even more shameless than Amber's, it is already very clear that he has lived a long life and has not left any permanent disabilities.
So this real archdruid walked around the mass of biological tissue on the platform twice after exclaiming, and finally confirmed that the "hair" protruding from the flesh and blood was actually fine roots , and the roots are wrapped with some kind of nerve node. This unique structure made his eyes narrow: "It's interesting... where did you find this thing?"
"The front line was dug up in the open land to the east. We found a large number of mutants and biochemical synthetic beasts gathered in that area, so we sent a giant dragon combat brigade to destroy them. After the battle, the dragon commander who led the team Found that there is still a magic reaction in the ground, so I dug up such a thing," Rebecca immediately explained the origin of this "sample", and after she finished speaking, she did not forget to add, "In addition, I suspect that they stopped talking when they dug. ..."
Pittman nodded suddenly when he heard it: "No wonder, when I came here, I saw a black dragon lying on the railing and vomited out, almost vomited gall..."
The expressions of the researchers next to me became more and more strange, but fortunately the weird topic did not continue, Rebecca quickly focused on the mass of biological tissue: "Grandpa, can you see what this is? "
"A large nerve tissue is composed of countless nerve fibers, nutrient channels, and a tough 'shell', and there may be more complex support structures inside," Pittman said casually. "The 'tentacles' on the surface There are still remnants of neural activity, which should have the function of sending and receiving information—of course, it must not work now, the main body is dead, and the remaining neural activity is just the final biochemical reaction of the cells. You said that a large number of cells gathered around this thing Mutants and biochemical synthetic beasts?"
"Yes, that's a rallying point," said an assistant researcher beside him, "but we didn't catch the dark priest who was in charge of commanding the mutants..."
The main force of the Wasteland Legion is now concentrated near the Deep Blue Well battlefield. The aberrations encountered on the front lines of the alliance are basically a group of rabble who lack command, but this does not mean that there is no one behind these aberrations. Already—the distortion that completely loses the command will be directly "wild",
Those biochemical synthetic beasts would scatter in all directions. This kind of completely out-of-control units can't even block the alliance army. Therefore, even in the current situation, the units of the Wasteland Legion remaining on the alliance's front line still have basic command. Even if this "command" has been reduced to the point where it only keeps the monsters together, the command system behind it does exist.
This point is not only clear to the commanders of the alliance, but also to the experts and scholars who study the wasteland and aberrations on the spot - there must be a command node behind the aberrations, even if it is reduced to only one, this node must also exist.
"It's strange to say," Rebecca rubbed her chin and muttered, "I don't know since when, those dark priests have never been seen on the battlefield... Although they have always been hiding far away from the front line... place, but no matter how far they are, they cannot completely escape from their legion, but during this period of time, their shadows cannot be seen at all..."
"Then it seems that my guess is true..." Pittman squeezed his thinning beard, and when he looked at the fleshy tissue on the platform again, his eyes became obviously serious, "This is what those monsters are now. The command node of..."
"...Huh?" Rebecca was taken aback immediately. Although she usually has a lot of brains, she really didn't think about it. ?this is a……"
"My guess is that our opponents have learned something in the process of fighting us... This neural tissue may be an imitation of the 'synthetic brain'," Pittman said slowly. The technology is from the same source, and the synthetic brain is a biological computing unit cultivated by the giant tree of Sorin, so the death of all things in the wasteland should be able to imitate similar things after knowing this kind of thing-although it seems that due to time Urgently, they only made this kind of crude thing, but the flexibility of this idea is not bad..."
"...I think the Mastermind of the Dawn of the World is much better-looking than this thing," Rebecca couldn't help frowning and muttering, "You think so, Mastermind?"
Several monitoring devices on the ceiling of the laboratory are aiming at the biological tissues on the platform, and the neutral voice of the main brain comes from the voice synthesizer: "Thank you for your compliment, creator, but I don't quite understand the 'aesthetic 'Concept, I think as a tool, it is good if it can achieve the design purpose and the cost and benefit meet the standard..."
"You don't have to be so serious, I'll just say it casually," Rebecca waved her hand, then her eyes returned to the samples on the platform, she frowned slightly, "But having said that... don't all the command nodes on the front line now Has it become this... ugly 'synthetic brain'? Have all those dark priests withdrew to the Deep Blue Well?"
"...It's hard to say, our allies on several other fronts have also reported similar situations, and they haven't seen dark priests appearing on the frontal battlefield recently," a researcher squeezed his chin and muttered, "But We don’t know what the center of the battlefield looks like. We only heard that it’s densely packed with monsters. I hope the high-altitude reconnaissance team that set off at noon today can..."
Before the researcher finished speaking, he heard a somewhat urgent voice suddenly coming from the shipboard broadcasting system: "Attention, the medical team and the aircraft engineering team immediately go to the C-331 take-off and landing platform, repeat, please medical team and aircraft The engineering team is going to..."
Rebecca was shocked for a moment, and immediately called the control center of the Dawn of the World: "Mastermind, what happened?"
"The high-altitude reconnaissance formation was fatally attacked, and only one of the four aircraft managed to come back, and the pilot was seriously injured," the mastermind's voice was still calm, but speaking quickly, "...the fire of the aircraft has been controlled, and the pilot has not yet left Danger."
"Prepare the traffic compartment," as soon as the mastermind finished speaking, Pittman hurried towards the door, walking swiftly like an old man at all, "Let the young boys over there hang the pilot's life first, I'll be there soon..."
"I'll go too!" Rebecca followed Pittman's footsteps in two or three steps, and while following him to the traffic pipeline, a huge question appeared in her mind—the high-altitude reconnaissance formation was shot down. down? And it still sounds like it was almost wiped out by the beating? How can this be? ! When did the Wasteland Legion have this level of anti-aircraft firepower?
There are flying units in the Wasteland Legion, which was confirmed at the beginning of the war. It is a disgusting monster with a swollen head, like a mutated and inflated flesh balloon, which can fly to the same height as the Dragoons and use A variety of magic for air combat. To be honest, that kind of monster is still a bit threatening when dealing with small and medium-sized flying units, but the alliance does not only have dragoons in their hands - huge air fortresses, fully armed dragon descendants, and individual strength The extremely powerful Tarrond Expeditionary Force, in the face of these overwhelming forces, the air power of the Wasteland Legion has been suppressed, and its ground anti-aircraft firepower is even more "poor and weak".
As for the high-altitude reconnaissance plane released by the Dawn of the World...it is a super high-altitude aircraft that was only recently designed. The high-altitude flight technology can even fly for a long time in the magic turbulent layer-that altitude has far exceeded the flight limit of the Dawn of the World, and even higher than many ordinary dragons. Missiles and eggs use non-type air units...can they shoot down aircraft flying in the turbulent layer? Even if they launch their own mother up, they can't reach it!
The shot put of Cecil Empire was full of vulgar words at this time, and soon came to the C-331 takeoff and landing platform with Pittman. The rune amplification ring that the cavalry needs to widen a circle has been broken, and there are large scorched and peeling marks on the bottom of the cockpit, the anti-gravity ring is dim, and the wing-like structure is torn by the roots. This posture can be maintained until the return The air home port is also a miracle.
The pilot who narrowly escaped death was near the takeoff and landing platform. Due to serious injuries, he could not be directly transferred to the medical center. The medical team could only perform emergency treatment for the soldier on the spot. On a metal platform with many runes depicted on the surface and wheels at the bottom, the body was covered by a sac-shaped translucent airtight cover, only the head was exposed, and the cover was filled with a thin-colored biomass solution. Several Drew Yi and Sister Holy Light continued to release healing and purification spells, and now it seemed that the condition of the injured had finally stabilized.
A person in charge of handling the situation at the scene saw Pittman and Rebecca appear, and immediately greeted him: "Your Highness Rebecca, Master Pittman, you are here—"
"How is the condition of the wounded?" Rebecca hurriedly asked without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "How did you get shot down?"
"The wounded are not out of danger yet, but the situation has stabilized—if there is no accident, their lives can be saved," the person in charge immediately nodded and said, "The aircraft was 'grazed' by some kind of high-energy attack and was severely damaged. It didn’t appear to be hit directly, but it was severely injured just passing by, and the specific situation still needs to wait for follow-up analysis...”
"I'll go and have a look first." Pittman turned and walked towards the wounded man, and when he came to the medical device, his brows finally relaxed.
The person in charge said that the wounded are not out of danger, but in Pittman's view, the young man's life has been saved - and the future recovery should not be too bad.
"Your life is pretty hard," the old druid said while tugging at his beard, activating a few runes next to the medical device while bending down, "several of your major organs will fail sooner or later." It's..."
The pilot suddenly regained consciousness for a moment. He saw the old druid standing in front of him, blinking his eyes vigorously, as if trying to lift an arm soaked in the biomass solution, Pittman frowned first, and then Then he reacted and looked up in Rebecca's direction: "He may have photographed something—see if the recording equipment on the reconnaissance plane is still there!"
Rebecca turned her head to look at the magic technicians who were busy around the aircraft that was almost falling apart, and before she could ask, one of the magic technicians who got half of his body into the mechanical cabin suddenly got out of it. He came out, holding a light blue chip less than half the size of a palm in his hand: "The magic net terminal is destroyed, but the recording crystal is intact!"
After a while, the recording crystal, which was protected by layers of armor and intact, was sent to the command center of the Dawn of the World. After the crystal was placed in the magic net terminal of the command center, the images stored in it were also successfully extracted come out--
The first half is a normal high-altitude reconnaissance image record. The special induction crystal magnifies the surface situation, and the battlefield situation near the Deep Blue Well area is presented in front of the mortal army for the first time. The aberrations and biochemical synthetic beasts are scalp-numbing, and the purple-black mist floating near the surface, like some kind of exotic erosion effect, is impressive, but at least, these are things that can be imagined.
——Compared with the scene recorded at the end of the video.
A wriggling, weird, and creepy "living creature" suddenly appeared on the screen. Its main body covered a hill, and a large number of branch structures like city walls and mountains extended around it. The grid-like flesh and blood is gradually taking shape. The entire mammoth and terrifying structure covers almost the entire plain. It undulates in the picture, and its edges crawl on the ground. Countless "branches" that look like forests and limbs emerge from the Its surface protruded toward the sky, and the army of aberrations gathered like a tide... compared to this behemoth, it was like small water splashes rippling around the boulder.
Gina Prince and Rebecca stood in front of the holographic projection and stared for a long time before finally realizing that this thing that covered the entire land, looked like a raised forest, and was constantly moving on the surface... was "a biology".
It was a single individual, a growing individual, a... "monster" that ruled the army of waste soil, and was constantly devouring the army of waste soil into its body as its own source of nutrition.
The "false god body" created by the death of all things in the past has never given Jinna Prince such a pure and nightmarish shock. At this moment, she even blurted out without regard for her demeanor: "Wow... what is this thing?!"