Chapter 361 Going to the South

At this moment, as the sun went out, Shah's projection in the venue slowly turned back, looking at his colleagues with a half-smiling look.

"Now, no one doubts my previous deduction, right?"

"Previous inferences?" Nakajima's expression twitched as he asked, "Which one of the 1,200 inferences you submitted before are you referring to? The one about cross-species mating of piranha flowers?"

"...Be serious, my friend!" Shah's expression became serious: "You know which one I'm talking about."

"So, next time, can you just be more direct and announce it in advance when you decide to announce a new discovery?" Nifenheim glanced at this guy and emphasized: "At least you shouldn't put important inferences in a bunch of irrelevant ones. In the important things.”

"Didn't I bring you a little surprise?"

Shah shrugged.

Anyway, even he himself doesn't know how many of his more than 1,200 inferences are correct and reliable. Anyway, the one about cross-species mating of piranha flowers is absolutely unreliable.

By now, no matter how confused the Creator is, he should be able to clearly see the questions on the exam paper.

The theme of this witch night.

——Survival and survival in the apocalypse.

Isn't the reason why explorers are given so much time in advance just to prepare for this moment? If it was time to raise troops for a thousand days before, then it is time to go into battle now.

What kind of life form, what kind of existence, what kind and what kind of social structure can survive for a longer period of time in such a harsh situation.

Evolve in the abyss in order not to perish in the abyss.

So now destruction is coming.

Who can continue to live?

No one is sure.

This is simply like imprisoning the Ascendants in a border, then cutting out the boundary wedge, and sinking the border bit by bit to the bottom of the abyss, with absolutely no way to escape.

How to live longer.

This is the essence of this eschatological theory of evolution.

There are no nuclear bombs, no zombies or even indescribable monsters, just a world that is gradually drying up and withering, gradually falling into the depths of death.

Everyone who is placed in this iron box will feel a burst of panic and uneasiness.

"Actually, I have a suggestion," Nakajima said.

Qinggeltai nodded: "Me too."

Shah shrugged: "I don't care."

Nifenheim was silent for a long time and nodded slightly: "So, are all research groups giving up their independence and preparing to start rendezvous?"

This is the safest solution at the moment.

No matter what happens next, let’s get together and work together.

One more dog can still watch the door.

"But the problem is..."

Shah suddenly asked: "Who is the master?"

There can be many ways, but which one is ultimately implemented is worth considering.

Even with collective efforts, it is impossible to realize everyone's ideas. Otherwise, no matter how dispersed the manpower is, it would be better to work independently.

No one spoke.

Obviously everyone thinks this person should be themselves.

Only Nifenheim scoffed.

“It doesn’t matter who wants to call the shots.”

The old creator glanced at Shah, who was holding back his energy to cause trouble for himself: "It seems as if we can have any other effective measures now."

Shah's smile remained unchanged, with an "I don't know what you're thinking" look on his face.

Not at all like the guy who was always causing trouble.

But Nifenheim was indeed right, and he knew it better than anyone else.

In the past, they could guide their agents step by step to implement their plans, but now, the bets have been placed.

There is only the principle of buying and leaving, so where is the room for tactical micro-manipulation?

Directing blindly from a whole world away, asking the people below to advance the battle line fifty meters... Are you kidding? Isn't this a gift?

Besides, the people in the exploration group below are all elites, neither of them are vegetarians. Their countermeasures and measures for crises will only be richer than scholars like them.

Life is already difficult, and now we are being ordered around by the bosses, do we still want to have fun?

From the moment the deified transformation is completed, their work is equivalent to being completed.

The answer is already on the paper.

Now that the papers have been collected, can you still say sorry to the examiner? I think this answer is not very appropriate. Let me change it... Dream on!

Now the main body has become the explorers struggling to survive inside.

There were more than 400 scholars and other various participants, totaling more than 1,000 people.

These more than a thousand people can almost cover most of the technologies mastered by the entire reality. In other words, excluding various other safety measures, it can almost be regarded as a pocket version of the reality that has been reduced by tens of thousands of times.

They can also implement most of the measures that the current situation can take in the face of crisis, and ensure perfection on a small scale.

Of course, with the Creator behind you, you can certainly get more help, but in this case... the painstaking efforts of the deceased Creator will be completely in vain.

"Don't you understand it yet?"

Nifenheim glanced at his other colleagues: "This is not a study of the theory of evolution in the abyss, but an opportunity given to the current situation by the former traveler! An exercise to test all countermeasures against apocalypse!"

Make the entire Witch Night into hell, incorporate elements of destruction, and become an apocalyptic sandbox...

This is the last gift that the old man left to the current situation.

A limited but still very valuable exercise.

In other words, a mockery from the once utopian country - when destruction comes, can your proud conservatism continue to maintain this world?

"To be honest, I'm looking forward to the ending."

Nifenheim tapped his fingers on the table and stared at the big screen quietly:

"It's like that senior is expecting us..."

In the darkness, Huai Shi, who was sleeping, seemed to hear a plane flying over in the sky.

He thought it was an illusion, and then another one flew past.

"Um?"

The dog head frowned, turned around, raised the aperture behind himself, pointed it at the sky, and then suddenly illuminated a colorful disco-like searchlight that was mentally polluting.

"Fuck! What bastard turned on the high beam!"

A roar came from the sky: "Turn it off quickly!"

"Who!"

Huai Shi raised her neck and shouted, "What are you doing flying around?"

"Deliver the message!"

The kobold sitting on the steam plane pulled down the handle and turned back in a big circle in the air. The loudspeaker shouted: "Huai Shi? Where is Huai Shi? I passed by several times and I didn't see it!" "

"you call me?"

In the darkness ahead, a huge dog's head slowly rose up, looking at the plane flying by like a mosquito, and said in a thunderous voice: "Am I here?"

Oh my god, it’s so big!

The kobold who was flying the plane almost peeed in fright. The steam plane accidentally failed to hold the brakes and stalled and fell.

Then Huai Shi immediately picked it up with the tips of his nails, lifted it up, and placed it in front of an eyeball that was as big as half a football field and looked at it carefully.

"You called me? What's the matter?"

The kobold climbed out of the plane and struggled to hold up the searchlight, almost falling off Huai Shi's nails.

Even the special strong searchlight couldn't see clearly. He could only see the base of his ears from the tip of his nose. This was already a huge scale beyond his imagination.

"I..." He finished his swear words before he suddenly realized what he was saying and forcefully swallowed it into his stomach, forcing an awkward smile: "What did you eat to grow so big?"

"Stone, do you want some, crackle?"

Huai Shi pulled out a stone pillar from the ground with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, as if chewing sugar cane. In the crunching sound, stone chips flew out.

The kobold's eyes were beating wildly, especially when he saw the exposed iron ore stone inside the twisted stone pillar. When Huai Shi's teeth closed and sparks flew out, he was about to pee.

We are all explorers, why are you so showy in your work?

It wasn't until Huai Shi finished chewing the stone pillar and wiped his mouth that he asked, "Why don't you speak?"

"This...it's a long story..."

"The child has no mother?"

Huaishi answered tentatively, and the kobold's expression began to twitch again.

I had no choice but to hold it in and panic, but I finally found someone to talk to. It was really not easy.

As if he had a premonition of Huai Shi's next steady stream of gossip, the kobold spoke out all his words in rapid succession: "The Witch's Night has begun to become apocalyptic inside, and the Astronomical Society will gather all the surviving explorers to tide over the difficulties together. If If you are interested, you can walk south from here until you can see the stars, and then under the only star, we have established a doomsday front and welcome every explorer!"

After finishing speaking in one breath, the kobold jumped on the plane again, worked hard to turn the engine rotor, and restarted the machine. He put on his goggles and waved to Huai Shi: "Hey, buddy, let go, I'm still here. Send letters elsewhere!"

"oh oh."

Huaishi hurriedly released her paw, and the movement was a little wider, almost throwing the kobold's plane into the sky. Immediately afterwards, he reacted and reached out to retrieve the plane that had just taken off.

"Wait a minute, aren't you shaking me?" He widened his eyes: "Didn't all the stars fall down?"

"Then we won't launch satellites!"

The kobold was furious: "Can you please stop using so much force? My plane will be crushed for you."

"Okay, okay."

Huai Shi let go in embarrassment, so the plane fell straight down, quickly drew an arc with difficulty, and raised the altitude again. After honking the horn in annoyance at Huai Shi twice, it suddenly emerged from the sky. The thick smoke flew into the distance.

Huai Shi heard heavy footsteps coming from a distant place and headed south.

More planes are flying in all directions, carrying loudspeakers and searchlights, broadcasting 24 hours a day, telling every survivor to go to the place where the stars are.

I don't know why, but Huai Shi's gloomy mood has gotten better in recent days.

This world is not dead yet.

Because there are still people who haven’t given up…

"Somebody come!"

He shouted happily and played a long tune in the broken silence:

"——Kuchang Zhange owes you!"

So behind him, in the colorful RGB light pollution, hundreds of thousands of lizardmen sang in unison, guarding Behemoth on his journey again!

Go south!