Chapter 751 Blood-Derived Mother Nest (1)

At the junction of the peninsula and the mainland, which is about 3 star curtain units away from the Wasteland, in an ancient battlefield wasteland called the Night Land, there lives a group of ancient creatures, the Bloodspawn, that have lasted for nearly 20,000 years.

They established a once extremely glorious third-level divine civilization, the Night Brood Civilization.

The sky is filled with ominous blood-red mist, like endless blood in a nightmare and pain that can never be dispelled.

This is in the ancient times more than 10,000 years ago. A powerful civilization mastered the catastrophic transformation of high-purity metal ores into nanomachines. The catastrophic destruction of the facts here transformed this fertile land that was once rich in minerals into a A mineral-poor barren land.

After experiencing the catastrophe, the Bloodborn survived by chance, and thus developed from a level 1 primitive tribal civilization into a more powerful level 3 divine civilization.

The progress of civilization is a process in which organisms more effectively recognize, utilize, and master the power of laws, and a process in which they discover more powerful, eternal, and vast laws of order. Primitive organisms finally no longer just rely on simple biological energy, they begin to come into contact with it. More efficient energy.

The bloody mist that forever shrouds the sky is the oxidized metal dust that filled the air with nanorobots after the ancient disaster.

For more than ten thousand years.

The Bloodborn have tried countless times to completely destroy the alien civilization at the end of the peninsula and establish a unified peninsula civilization. However, the enemies they want to conquer are constantly changing. From the Gulan to the Aurora people, they are becoming more and more The stronger they become, the more difficult they are to conquer. The dreams of the Bloodborn become more and more distant, and they will face unknown threats in the dark depths of the continent at any time, just like they have experienced before.

This fear of facing an unknown disaster and destruction at any time deeply tortures every blood-born person.

finally.

this day.

At the beginning, it was just the death of an insignificant piece of rainforest, until the collapse and extinction of a certain blood nest, then the collapse of a temple, and finally the stretches of corpses. All species disappeared like dominoes, and the creatures in the night land Mass extinction began.

A shadow of terror hangs over the land.

The war legions and civilized systems they were so proud of were not even able to discover the enemy and did not engage in a true war. They were then involved in the dark vortex of death under the attack of an unknown weapon.

Decades passed.

Many temples fell apart.

The once vast and vast eye of the storm, and the dense jungle that nurtured infinite vitality, have now completely collapsed. Countless bloodspawn and their nests have been buried by the death storm. Less than ten remaining species are struggling to survive. With.

Every day, species here become extinct due to the collapse of the ecosystem's food chain.

The hundreds of millions of blood-born people who once stood at the top of the biological chain are now gone.

Except for those who died directly after being hit by unknown civilization catastrophes, most of the dead Bloodspawn were drowned by the death storm after the collapse of the eye of the storm, as well as the continuous famine and hunger caused by food shortages for decades, and the chaotic system. A brutal war between each other.

The once powerful Brood Civilization established by the Bloodspawn in the Land of Star Curtain has now been split into hundreds of large and small tribes. They are lingering on, waiting for an even more desperate tomorrow.

These tribes are organized into mother nest nests.

A large tribe, the Fat Blood Nest not only has mature painters, and a stable eye supported by the power of law, but also forms a food chain in the eye that can barely maintain ecological balance. The population of blood descendants can also reach more than 100,000. It even maintains a large-scale derivative war weapon that combines flesh and blood with metal machinery!

Small tribes, the surviving blood derivatives, are struggling to survive by plundering the mother nests of other blood derivatives. They are always facing attacks from powerful creatures that are adaptively mutating after the disaster. They are wandering on the edge of destruction, even if they pray, they can't. The favor of the temple.

The Doraqi tribe is a medium-sized tribe among the remaining blood-derived civilization.

In this eye of the storm, which covers an area of ​​only a few hundred square kilometers, thousands of blood-born people gathered together. They were lucky enough to come to this shelter in the early stages of the disaster, and avoided the possibility of the collapse of the eye supported by the Dread Scorpion Mother. , the fate of being drowned by the death storm.

For more than ten years, while barely maintaining the operation of the brood colony, they burned and buried their former companions who had died from the plague. Every day, their companions died because of the horrific plague that destroyed their vitality.

More than ten years.

Those who survived seemed to be gradually adapting to this terrible plague, and the number of their companions who died due to the plague was getting smaller and smaller.

It's not just them.

All the surviving blood derivatives began to adapt and mutate in this terrible catastrophic elimination. From the initial endless deaths of tens of thousands every day, to now only the old, weak, sick and disabled slowly die, and the world seems to He gradually regained his composure and began to develop for the better.

The fate of history and the choice of the civilization process are also quietly placed in front of this ancient civilization that has gone through many hardships.

In the nest forest.

The little Xueyan, who collected two baskets full of strange mushrooms, jumped back to the blood nest.

The weird mushrooms in the basket are covered with dense holes. People with trypophobia will see a shocking scene if they take a quick look. In the shadow of the dark holes of these mushrooms, there are countless tiny worms. , was trembling and looking outside in fear.

These mushrooms are also the mother nests of other microorganisms.

As for these two little blood creatures with dark red eyes, one looks like a brown bear with a big pumpkin head, and the other looks like a humanoid giraffe with a black right eye ring.

They were born after the apocalypse and are still in their immature growth stage.

"Xiao Hui, shall we go and listen to Mr. Ansel's speech today?"

The deer asked the little bear happily.

"Mr. Painter?"

After thinking for a while, the little bear finally shook his head and said: "They all said that what Ansel Painter said was weird, asking us to abandon prayer and faith to find our own strength, and they also said that they would let us leave our homes. , hiding from something, I don’t want to leave the nest.”

The Doraqi tribe still adheres to the survival model of the blood-derived civilization before the disaster.

Although the painter is the creator of all blood products and has a special status, the rulers of civilization are the major temples and the priests under the major temples. Therefore, in the eyes of the priests, the painter represents the old times. Power, just the propagator of the ethnic group.

Although in the ancient civilization, the painter was the backbone of Xue Yan's resistance to the ancient orchid demon, just like the queen ant in the ant nest, but as Xue Yan mastered more effective law weapons, he used his faith to forge the law weapons of God's Mansion. The glorious days of painters are gone forever.

Therefore, the Doraqi tribe at this time is facing a choice.

On one side is the prophet Doraqi who has huge influence, trying to gather the faith of the population to build a new temple and master the power of law.

On the other hand, there is the Ansel painter with very few followers, day after day promoting his new and illusory ideas that are not understood by others.

"But what Ansel Painter tells is really interesting!"

Xiaolu kept persuading: "Yesterday he said in the Blood Nest that as long as we are willing to give up the backward system and follow him to find more effective ways to control the law, we can rely on ourselves to obtain transcendental power like those Honora scholars. The power of law no longer relies on uncontrollable third-party gods, and for this reason, he even had a conflict with Mr. Dorachi's guards."

The two interesting little guys gradually disappeared, and the jungle returned to calm again.

At this time.

A figure slowly walked out of the blood mist and looked at the two little Xueyans who were jumping away.

She is surprisingly [Beauty Under the Moon] Lina Yaan!

In front of her, there is a special black crystal ball floating, which is used to record the customs, culture, geology and landforms, social structure, and civilization ecology in the eye of the storm. This is another more advanced and powerful civilization. Before destroying a backward civilization, , the precious information of historical sociology that we long for.

And in the hands of this charming and enchanting female scholar, she was also carrying a small human-shaped goat-like blood-derived corpse.

This is exactly one year after the Windsor Academy of Sciences held a top-secret meeting of the Ten Giants. They rode on the Sky Fortress War Platform and traveled hundreds of millions of miles from the Star Curtain Land across three Star Curtain Units, across the Death Desert, and arrived at The Academy Alliance Legion in the Land of Night.

The Scholar Legion has only one purpose.

Use the more powerful power you have to strangle the cradle of civilization that is about to escape or may enter the golden age of the technological explosion at any time, and completely exterminate all the blood-derived demons that pose a threat to mankind!

"Sister is really careful. Master Lei Luo only gave a few temporary explanations, but he actually asked Master Sicily for instructions. Before launching the disaster and destruction, he sent a few of us to sneak into the eye of the storm to record the social history here... There are so many tribes, even if we only record some medium-sized and large tribes, we don’t know how much time it will take to do this, it will be very troublesome.”

The Human Academy Alliance is an emerging fourth-level catastrophic civilization that is rising.

For this emerging catastrophic civilization, destroying other civilizations is still a relatively unfamiliar behavior, and it requires them to become familiar with the process.

For this immature fourth-level civilization, because they possess the power of legal weapons that may self-destruct at any time, their self-confidence supported by strong strength makes it difficult for them to suppress the ambition deep in their souls. They believe that their advanced nature will surely cause unlimited consequences. At the same time, they are also afraid of the changes. If they are smart, they will definitely think of the legal weapons mastered by other fourth-level civilizations. Once they discover themselves, they will easily cause immeasurable huge losses to themselves, and even end the progress of civilization.

Therefore, their desire for breakthroughs in space-time technology is almost hysterical!

Hiding in the darkness shrouded by the death storm, relying on curvature space-time technology to explore the depths of more distant continents, defeating other civilizations with the same destructive capabilities as itself, and putting all possibilities into the golden age. Relying on the explosion of technology, civilization in a short period of time The threat of promotion was nipped in the cradle in a cheap way, gradually gaining the attention of some more powerful civilizations and guardians that they looked up to, and entering the core of the world's ecological structure. This is the meaning of the existence of a level four catastrophic civilization.

While Lina Ya'an was complaining, there was a "croak" in the jungle, and a blood crow that was looking at a strange prey here was killed by her casually.

The other blood crows in a dense row on the branches immediately dispersed in fear.

"There are only three days, and I don't know how the mission of those people is progressing. Sneaking into the blood nest is not an easy task. The cradle of the power of law seems to have begun to grow in the air."

While muttering to herself, the female scholar's body curled up and squirmed, and turned into a small goat-like blood creature in her hand. After examining her appearance with her dark red eyes burning like a flame, she was quite satisfied. He nodded, then took a deep breath and walked towards the center of the jungle.

Quack, quack, quack, quack...

A plant that looks like a bread tree, the top vine leaves suddenly opened, revealing a scarlet nest, and dozens of blood crows spewed out ferociously.

Through the dozens of meters high branches of Yeman, in the distance shrouded in a faint blood mist, a huge mountain of flesh slowly crawling like a hill gradually emerged.

Gudong, gudong, gudong.

All of this told her that this was a foreign country completely different from the Land of Star Curtain. As she got closer and closer to the fat blood nest that was constantly crawling like a mountain, she seemed to hear a strong heartbeat. , like a giant aphid, lying on the leaf of the world, sucking the tender juice of the power of law.