Chapter 180 Jingyuan and Authority (End)

Jingyuan understood the cause and effect of all this, and understood the logic behind all the abnormalities that had occurred since he first opened his eyes and saw the world.

His body is the weakest one and is a piece of cake for the other two parties, so the "fungus master" has been chasing him, searching for his whereabouts, and trying to kill him.

He was indeed about to die. While his thinking speeded up sixty times, his physical strength was also rapidly depleted.

The operation of thinking also consumes energy. In the Go game, which relies heavily on computing power and brain power, there are even players who have been fighting for a long time and are physically exhausted and have to take oxygen.

He supplied all the nutrients to his brain, and was almost paralyzed from the neck down. The molds that invaded his blood vessels and nerves were not friendly. These molds were the tentacles of the strain, and even the strain wanted to kill him, a defective product.

, wanting to suck him dry.

He is still pursuing the only chance of life. While processing the information, he is also connecting with those green light waves.

There is no need to speed up his thinking anymore. He has escaped from this state like a biological computer. His consciousness has left that space. He is still connected to those blank sheets of consciousness and has control in his hands.

The throbbing heartbeat is as close as if it is close to your ears!

Time returned to its normal flow in his perception, and he called out to those consciousnesses.

Then, the earth trembled and roared like thunder!

The earthquake happened, and the roots and branches of the fungus trees rooted in the earth responded to his call and pulled out their roots. This is his authority!

Only by killing him will this authority disappear. There is no other way to take it away!

He has always had such power.

He called to his guards, calling them to wake from their slumber.

He saw those huge soldiers, which were connected to the roots of the fungus tree and were the embodiment of the tree. The roots broke through the steel and concrete floors and danced wildly in the heavy rain!

They were as tall and majestic as mountains, flattening the ground, and just the sound of waking up caused the tall buildings to collapse.

They have been sleeping for many years, and this is the first time they wake up to a call and release their accumulated energy. This energy bursts out in an instant, as if the whole world can hear it.

Only half a minute has passed since Jingyuan was exposed to the sight of the "bacteria master". To him, this half minute is equivalent to half an hour. Adding in the time he was unconscious, he has been struggling with death for several hours.

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The zombies that climbed up from the river were scattered throughout the city, looking for traces of him.

Finally they found Jingyuan in the sewer, and one by one they squeezed towards the manhole cover of the sewer, hooking the metal manhole cover with their sharp claws, trying to pry it open, drill into it, and tear the dying prey into pieces.

But they didn't know that the prey, which was breathing weakly, used its remaining hand to grab the grass rope that was about to break due to friction in the dark well. Holding it firmly, stepping on the slippery moss, they dragged themselves out of the well.

Come out!

Thick roots drilled through the ground near the manhole cover, binding the zombies like tentacles. The zombies were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of these monsters that were born by absorbing the blood and corpses of thousands of people.

The roots crush their backbones and break them as easily as breaking a branch.

The huge monster crushed the zombies like ants. The sound of their footsteps overlapped with the rumble of the earthquake, like thousands of elephants running. Even the sound of rain was covered, and only the sound of the rain could be heard.

That deafening, apocalyptic roar.

Life like a river of blood surged in the sewer pipes, blocking the pipes with its viscous body fluids. Its volume was enough to block the pipe mouths all around Jingyuan.

The zombies that had pried open the manhole cover and crawled into the sewer were intercepted by it. The zombies submerged in the river of blood fell into a deep sleep, becoming its nutrients and hotbed and serving it.

In the consciousness connected to it, Jingyuan could feel its faint joy of eating.

The silent rainy night became extremely noisy. The city seemed to have turned into a stage, and Jingyuan stood at the forefront of the stage, waving the baton!

This is the only one that can survive among ten thousand possibilities. The occurrence of this possibility is not luck or coincidence. It is an inevitable result because he is the one who makes the choice and will never admit defeat.

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At least in this battle, he did it. He retained himself and his humanity. He defeated the monster that tried to kill him, and he was not assimilated by the monster!

He is still him, even though his body is broken, even though his future is uncertain, he still survives as a human being!

He is still alive, still thinking, still likes the things he likes, and is still moved by the things he feels moved. He has not been defeated by this cruel world!

He saw those who were crushed and those zombies who drowned in the river of blood. This victory was his! It only relied on his own victory!

Lying quietly among the mold, his heart was extremely peaceful, counting sheep in the darkness.

One Pleasant Goat, Two Beautiful Goats, Three Boiling Goats, and Four Lazy Goats

When he couldn't sleep at night, he would count sheep like this, but now he counted sheep not to cure insomnia, but to prevent himself from falling asleep.

He has reached the limit of limits, both physically and mentally. It is like a string that has been tightened for a long time. Even if no one touches it, it will naturally break at a certain moment.

I'm so tired. I really want to take a nap.

But you can't sleep yet. If you continue to sleep like this, the link will be broken and the guards will become quiet again.

Those molds that invade his body will suck him dry.

In fact, it is very simple to deal with these molds, just pull the body out. Even a child can escape from these foamy molds, but he can't, he can't move at all.

He was waiting for that thing to arrive, waiting for the moment when he could feel at ease and relax.

Every second was so torturous, and even if he thought more, his thinking would slow down sixty times, making one minute turn into one second.

It seemed like a century had passed, and finally, the thick, dark red transparent liquid surged from the other side of the pipe.

The liquid enveloped him and gently tore him out of the mold, leaving his head floating in the air and the lower parts of his body soaked in the liquid.

Nutrition was delivered to him through the liquid, and he could finally sleep peacefully, listening to the sound of rain, and fell asleep.

I hope it will be a sunny day tomorrow. Cloudy days are too oppressive and rainy days are too depressing. I still like when the sun comes out. I want to hang a hammock in the park, lie on it, bask in the sun quietly, and listen to the wind telling me about its adventures.
Chapter completed!