Chapter 249 Let the World Feel the Pain

It is indeed rare for "syrup" to seep out of the ground.

However, with Luo Luo's simple mind, he would never think of anything more from such a trivial matter.

As long as it tastes good and eats it, that's enough.

And the fact is, even if this matter is reported by Luo Luo, it will not cause any trouble at all, let alone it will reach Wen Yu's ears - fighting is troublesome enough, why bother to think about some weird things? thing.

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on the ground.

"What? A soul creation? You mean it belongs to a soul creation?"

Wen Yu pointed to the broken corpse brought back by Victor on the ground, and asked with surprise on his face.

Victor nodded: "That's what the skull demon said."

Just now, Victor and Faceless had ended the battle and returned to the gathering place of New Hope with the corpse of their opponent.

Looking at the broken flesh and blood at his feet, Wen Yu touched his chin.

The word "soul creation" easily reminds Wenyu of "soul creation". In other words, perhaps only the nagging skills of Soul Creation can create this kind of strange puppets with normal combat intelligence and the ability to perform various actions independently, but strictly speaking, they have no soul.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu bent down again, and looked at the messy flesh and blood on the ground.

The flesh and blood are very firm, the bones are thick, and on the surface, they are not much different from ordinary creatures—Wen Yu is not a biologist, and he doesn't understand these messy things at all, so he used his soul perception, but still nothing Discovered, Wen Yu finally gave up research work.

Sure enough, research or something is not suitable for a "martial artist" like Wenyu.

On the contrary, it is inevitable that I have a strong interest in the soul creation technique in my heart-one, no, or a large number of powerful puppets that can fight independently can indeed bring a lot of help to Wenyu.

One man into an army?

I am a kingdom?

A skill can be achieved completely!

Think about the battle at the gathering place of New Hope this time. Once there are a batch of high-quality battle puppets,

The situation may be much better, what's more, the time when the sixth-level shackles will be unlocked is just around the corner, Wen Yu not only has to consider the issue of the sixth soul pet, but also the issue of his own sixth skill.

Perhaps, that weird soul creation technique may bring a surprise, is it unknown?

Thinking of this, Wen Yu thought of another question.

The time given by the military to unlock the level shackles is less than a month away, but that is only at a normal speed. After experiencing this war in Africa, Wen Yu can imagine with his toes the time when the level shackles are broken It has been greatly advanced—not to mention the number of mutant beasts and professionals who died, but the destruction of the ecological environment, animals and plants of the African continent by monsters is enough to bring serious damage to the origin of the earth .

Maybe ten days early? Or half a month?

Wen Yu couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, Wen Yu could only sigh secretly, hoping that when the shackles of rank were broken, he had achieved his goal, took the sixth soul pet and flew away, and escaped from the mess of Africa as soon as possible.

Trapped in one place, this kind of passive defensive battle with the fundamental purpose of protecting a certain thing really made Wenyu aggrieved.

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The green light flooded, and the bodily fluids mixed with the underground rivers leading to all directions spread far and wide, spreading to most of the African continent, and a sweet and greasy smell fermented and brewed in the cave.

The three-generation plague seed, which was originally the size of a mountain, has shrunk by nearly 80% and collapsed on the spot like a pool of mud. Most of its body was soaked in the icy river water. With green body tissues, the volume of the three generations of Plague Seeds has a tendency to shrink further.

Flesh and flesh melted into the river and drifted in all directions with the current. At this moment, the three generations of plague seeds seemed weak.

The body is originally composed of a large number of plagues. At this moment, the plague leaves the body, taking away not only the destructive toxins fused together, but also the life source of three generations of plague seeds.

The communicator beside him rang, and the remaining body turned into a simple tentacle and pressed on the communicator, and the three generations of plague seeds were connected to the communicator.

"How are you getting ready?"

"everything's ready."

It may be that the current three generations of plague seeds are not in good condition, and the zero on the opposite side of the communicator was silent for a long while, which turned into a simple consolation: "Thanks for your hard work, let's start it."

"For the Demon Race."

"For the Demon Race."

The slogans that reflect each other contain some kind of lofty ideals and indomitable determination.

The moment the communication was hung up, the three generations of plague seeds sank down, and the weird green light became even brighter.

Under the reflection of the green light, the bodies of the three generations of plague seeds melted faster, until all the plague in the outer layer melted into the river, leaving only one seed emitting green light.

This is the origin of the seeds and the core of life...

The soul resides in the core, perceiving the plagues that are yet to be triggered all over the African continent. At this moment, the three generations of plague seeds have an indescribable peace.

Use yourself as a sacrifice, turn the source of the plague, destroy the foundation of life, and bring pain to the world!

With my life, let the African continent become an absolute territory...

Use the weak life on the African continent as steel, turn it into a sharp blade that cuts through everything, and break the shackles of rank!

This is Plan B, Legas' ultimate plan.

"For the Demon Race."

The last time in my heart I sang the goal I was fighting for and sacrificing for, the emerald green seeds suddenly swelled, and then exploded!

Countless green light spots splashed everywhere, blending into the river, soil, and even the air, as if a switch was pressed to open Pandora's box, and in an instant, green light spread everywhere!

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The river closest to the dark underground cave, at this moment, the river is bustling with tiny lives, as if they are having a grand party, drinking the syrupy green water.

Sparrows and goshawks fly together, jackals and antelopes dance together, and even individual insects, ignoring the "monsters" that can trample themselves to death everywhere, flock to the river like crazy, even if they are caught The river is flooded, life is lost, and you have to drink a mouthful of the wonderful wine that exudes temptation.

At this moment, under the temptation of instinct, these tiny unmutated beings simply ignored the monsters outside and rushed from their hiding places to the river one after another, greedily enjoying the last time of their lives as if possessed by a demon.

Until a vulture twitched its wings and fell from the sky to the ground.

The body decomposes quickly, and in an instant, the vulture has died, but the rotting corpse exudes a tempting fragrance, attracting all the creatures around to grab food.

The plague was mixed in the flesh and blood, spreading unscrupulously, and more lives that drank the river fell to the ground, turned into rotting corpses, and then became the next source of spreading the plague.