According to the big data collected on Apocalypse Day, the Great Storm will completely decline around NC-30 and will no longer have the ability to affect the global ecosystem. [Read the correct chapter novel, search on google]
But in fact, in NC-25, major storms were no longer a factor affecting human activities on the surface. What really prevented humans from returning to the surface was the harsh surface environment after the major storm.
Even if the Apocalypse did not completely destroy the ecosystem on the surface of the earth, the subsequent major storms did. Under the ravages of the major storms, desertification of the land was extremely serious. In many places, it was often necessary to dig down dozens of meters to see soil that was not gravelly.
However, major storms will destroy insects and microbial environments more completely, and it may take hundreds of years for the earth to return to a green era again.
However, the fading of the era of green plants has not caused humans to face an oxygen crisis. Algae in the sea have taken on a heavier task of producing oxygen in the new era. However, the good news is that due to the raging storms, the number of oxygen-consuming animals has also decreased by 9%.
nineteen.
As the planner of Apocalypse Day, Mikkelsen has countless plans and preparations for the future.
For example, the central prison that once seemed like hell in the eyes of superhumans. Before the advent of the Apocalypse, there were a total of 3,524 superhuman prisoners in that prison. Together with the entire plant prison, these people were all
Mikkelsen is stocking up on supplies for the future.
The Apocalypse and the Great Storm destroyed the surface part of the central prison, but underground, Mikkelsen's plants dug deep enough into the underground space and sent the prisoners who entered the dormant chamber one by one into underground storage.
Even the child-of-nature version of Mikkelsen himself entered a deep sleep in plant form, waiting for the day when he would be awakened by the hive consciousness.
However, the big storm interrupted the contact between Mikkelsen and Mikkelsen, which also caused Mikkelson to remain in a deep sleep.
Until this day, a glass of clean water was poured on the land that was once the central prison.
It is already March of NC-25. According to the time before the Apocalypse, it is spring, the season of recovery of all things.
As the glass of water fell, the first rain of the new era also fell from the sky.
That was artificial rainfall arranged by the Valentinos. As the impact of the big storm weakened, the 'doomsday planes' that Apocalypse had recently created for combat in extreme environments were now able to soar into the sky.
But in the end, Mikkelsen didn't have that much, it was too deliberate.
So he chose to wait here, waiting for his most powerful individual to explain the situation in the new era.
The rain gradually turned from sparse to heavy rain. Today's wind level was only about level 7. The rain fell diagonally in the direction of the wind, but it still brought a little bit of life to this thirsty land.
Not long after, at the feet of Mikkelsen, a green seedling broke out of the dusty sandy soil for many years. Then it grew to the height of a person at an extremely fast speed, and blossomed and bore fruit. The fruit quickly grew in size and grew from
It split open in the middle, and a naked Mikkelsen emerged from the inside.
"How long has it been? What year is it now?" The vegetative version of Mikkelsen grew a green leafy outfit from under his skin and asked calmly like a white-collar worker who just got off work.
"It's been twenty-five years. There's something wrong with the plan. We can't communicate with each other, and it's too early for humans to return to the surface." Mikkelsen looked at the clone opposite him and waved a tree several meters away.
Tall plants sprouted from the ground to protect them from wind and rain, and they sighed.
Only after losing his hive mind ability did he realize what a difficult bastard he was, and that even he couldn't stand himself.
"Sounds like this is a very unlucky result. Any plan that has anything to do with him will never have a perfect result." The Son of Nature said in a tone that I had expected, and picked an unknown fruit from the tree.
Throw it to the other party: "What's next? You must have come up with some other remedies in the past twenty-five years, right?"
"We plan to wait and see for the time being. If the players return to this world again, we will have another Apocalypse Day." Mikkelsen's words made Son of Nature frown slightly.
As a child of nature, he is naturally repelled by such plans to destroy nature. When he was placed in the hive network, he could ignore such influence, but now the supernatural abilities he has swallowed have begun to affect him in turn.
"Do we still have that level of productivity?" The Son of Nature is also Mikkelsen. He naturally knows how many years of power they have secretly accumulated in order to complete the layout required for the Apocalypse Day. Even in the golden age of the Federation, it was very difficult.
It is difficult to accomplish such a feat more efficiently than them.
and
"How can we guarantee that the second Apocalypse Day will have the same effect?" The Son of Nature looked at Mikkelsen opposite and suddenly understood: "So, this time the Apocalypse Day is aimed at mankind itself?"
"Yes, let them bear the consequences of their own choices." Mikkelsen said calmly: "So we need you to limit the scope of human activities, at least in the next hundred years, to ensure that they do not
It will quickly expand beyond what we can handle."
"We are going to be bad guys again, so your plan is to let me cultivate some piranha flowers or something?" The son of nature showed a Mikkelsen-like smile on his lips, but obviously this smile has no effect when used for internal taunting.
The bonus is doubled.
Mikkelsen was not irritated by himself. He just continued to state the plan: "No, your task is to prevent human gatherings from being too scattered. In a short period of time, we will still ensure that the land remains in a state of large-scale desertification, and you
Then we need to ensure that the oases approved by us can produce the right amount of food. As for the external environment, we plan to leave it to Gluttony."
"Spreading the Ganges virus?" The Son of Nature has been 'offline' for twenty-five years. He is not very sure about the current version. Without online contact, he can only try to believe that 'his' decision is correct.
of.
But just like the trust issues faced by other Mikkelsens, Mikkelsen only believes in himself. Even if it is another self, they will never have 100% trust.
Just like Batman, he will always hide a secret in his hand to ensure that he has the opportunity to counterattack in the future. Each of the more than 4,000 Mikkelsens around the world hides a secret. In the end, the entire Mikkelsen system will be formed.
The efficiency was reduced to the point where Mikkelsen was intolerable.
But the Mikkelsens are torn. They hope that the storm will end completely and let them return to the past, but they are also worried that they will be covered by other people's consciousness and become "idiots".
"How to ensure that Gluttony will not take the opportunity to resurrect?" the son of nature asked again.
"Why do you want to prevent the resurrection of Gluttony?" Mikkelsen smiled, and the son of nature immediately understood what his other self meant.
Now that players are no longer the main problem at this stage, it can be put on the agenda to eliminate competitors at the same level as themselves. Devouring the other Seven Deadly Sins is Mikkelsen's ultimate goal. At this point, they and
Wolfgang has the same ambition.
However, that reckless man Wolfgang is not worthy of having such ambition, nor does he have the ability.
"In that case, happy cooperation." The son of nature stretched, turned around and got back into the fruit. With a grunt, the plant retracted back to the ground. After a few seconds, the fruit rose up from the ground for Mikkelsen and the others.
The big tree that protected the wind and rain suddenly softened, and within a few minutes, it turned into a puddle of fibrous water.
Seeing the attitude of the Son of Nature, Mikkelsen also began to rethink his plan to absorb the other Seven Deadly Sins.
The general direction of the plan cannot be changed. It is their innate mission, but the specific details obviously need to be considered. For example, who is the clone that can transform the seven original sins is a big problem. He has to work with the other four.
There are more than a thousand selves competing for that opportunity.
You can totally imagine what that would be like
At this time, Carl Wiler in Vault 2 was being temporarily awakened from hibernation. He entered hibernation in NC-20.
If Carl Weiler had his own intention, he didn't want to enter any kind of hibernation at all. Without the interruption of people like the Seven Deadly Sins, he could live a paradise-like life anywhere, especially in a safe environment like a shelter.
, he doesn't have to worry about car accidents, meteorites, or players.
However, it is never himself who determines the fate of Mr. Good Luck, but the illusory goddess of luck in his mind.
When that day came, Carl Wiler got the omen early. First, the woman accidentally sneezed while taking a bite for breakfast and almost got rid of his crime tool, and then he ate a bullet with breakfast. The bullet was engraved with
Kill you words.
Then, on the way to the secret base for refuge, Carl Wile met several key members of the cuckold gang, and was blocked in the passage just a short distance away.
In the next few days, Carl Wile escaped sixteen times of pursuit from his father's enemies and cuckold gangs, and finally he realized that his only way out was to enter the dormant warehouse.
At least, Carl Wiler didn't encounter any trouble on his way to the operating area, and he slept like that for five years.
"Who am I? Where am I? How long have I been sleeping?" Carl Weiler looked at the nurse in front of him blankly. For an 'ordinary person' like him, every time he wakes up from a dormant state, it will cause permanent damage to the brain.
injuries, and a painful period of one or two months.
Only someone with a strong brain like Wu Qianying can use the sleep chamber as a sleeping medicine.
The nurse smiled sweetly at him and sat down next to Carl Weiler: "I have been looking for you for five years, but I didn't expect you to freeze yourself. Didn't you say before that it would be better if I was more mature? Look at me now.
Is it done?”
"Wait, not now, my head hurts." Mr. Good Luck really couldn't remember the other party's name, nor did he remember where he had slept with her. He had slept with almost all the beautiful women in Vault No. 2.
So much so that he once wondered whether he was so popular because of his ability, or whether women regarded his aesthetics as some kind of review mechanism.
"Of course, dear, I know what you need now. You need to sleep first. Normal sleep can help your brain adapt to this transition period." The nurse saw the painful appearance of the awakened person and took out a shot of sleeping pills.
He plunged into Mr. Good Luck's arm: "Don't worry, your awakening this time is just a technical failure. When you wake up, we can have a dinner together."
"No, I don't want to sleep." Before Mr. Luck could finish his words, he fell asleep again.
"You damn lazy guy!" Mr. Good Luck felt that he had just closed his eyes when Annie's roar appeared again in his ears. He was frightened and his whole body became energetic: "You know I'm looking for you.
How long do you want! Five years! Do you know how I spent these five years!"
"No, I don't know, and I don't care," Mr. Good Luck's voice was heard in the background of the dream. Although he hurriedly covered his mouth, he was still beaten by Annie.
Even in his dream, it was difficult for him to take advantage of Anne
"Didn't I tell you that I was going to sleep?" Mr. Good Luck explained aggrievedly. He couldn't control when he fell asleep and when he woke up.
"We are going to Tangji's dreamland now. I can't bear it anymore. I must get rid of Mikkelsen immediately!" Annie stood up and tidied her clothes. The inadvertent charm, even if it was good luck
Even a seasoned old pervert like Mr. can't help but swallow his saliva.
"Five years have passed and Tang Ji hasn't woken up yet?" Mr. Good Luck scratched his head. He actually enjoyed living in Tang Ji's dream world.
There, he was just an ordinary person, with no supernatural powers, and not so much good luck that frightened him, but the world that was plain and in line with Tang Ji's moral values made him live very comfortably.
Before entering hibernation, Tang Ji's dream world has been further developed, the timeline has been smoothed out, and Tang Anran has also changed from a baby to a four-year-old naughty child, switching back and forth between angels and demons every day.
Sometimes he felt that just watching Tang Anran get angry at Tang Ji was worth the price. Is it something you can watch for free? If this thing could be recorded, it would definitely sell for a sky-high price!
I don’t know what kind of development there is now after five years. Maybe it’s time for Tang Anran to go to elementary school? But has Tang Ji ever gone to elementary school? Does he know how students in normal elementary schools go to school?
After all, based on Mr. Good Luck’s understanding of Tang Ji, he always felt that he might have finished elementary school in a juvenile detention center.
"Okay, you can position the dream, I can do it at any time." Mr. Good Luck embodied a bodhi tree in his dream and sat down, waiting for Annie to complete her part of the work.