Chapter 1087 Mingguang Research Institute sent a congratulatory message
The warlock clasped his hands in his hands and expressed his admiration for the skills of the snow dumpling boss.
"Did you get a discount because you refused the discount... It is indeed a skill that only those who are strong enough are qualified to possess..."
The fact that Mr. Snow Dumpling is still alive is proof that this skill has never failed.
In fact, is it possible that this is not a skill?
The warlock silently put the cloak back on his body, covering his tendons.
(Alas, after using the same trick for a long time, it turned out to be less popular. The expressions of the audience were obviously not as excited as last time. Well, next time, should I get a tattoo on my arm first to suppress the scene?)
He is the old warlock who likes to have fun and be talked about over and over again, as if this proves that he has many friends.
Seeing that Liu Renjun was gone, the garrison and the production committee began to sigh at the tree again.
Well, yes, no doubt about it, this is just for the warlock masters who are proficient in "Apparition", "The Universe in the Sleeve" and other space spells to pretend to be pitiful.
The old warlock's eyes are rolling with tears in his eyes.
"Gungungun, I really can't handle this thing. I don't even dare to touch it."
Zhao Zheng bravely stepped forward shamelessly,
"Master Warlock, at least you can provide me with the regulations. We here are still confused and don't even understand what's going on."
At this time, all kinds of instruments and equipment in the scientific research institute started to be used as if they were free, and they shouted, drank, and gestured.
The warlock uncle was very unhappy as he watched these people fussing over the matter. He seemed to have worked for the Research Institute.
The magician said,
"For example, Liu Renjun's plan is actually very simple and crude. He 'cultivated' something in the world behind the tree. You don't need to tell me what it is. It's probably a sublimated version of some kind of blood corpse virus.
, didn’t we need substantial contact just now to infect the evolvers? Maybe when the tree grows taller, even contact won’t be needed.”
"The state of this tree is now equivalent to an oversized 'syringe' that spans time and space, injecting the things Liu Renjun cultivated in another world and everything in that world into our world, with its own nursery base and urea compound
Fat, the two are already connected together, and once the siphon effect occurs, even we can’t stop it.”
"After all, this is a world-to-world, space-to-space matter. We are just leeks growing in this world. No matter whether it is windy, rainy or trapped, we can only endure it."
Bang bang bang~
Zhao Zheng applauded.
Vivid and easy to understand.
"Then what, boss, what you mean is that if the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. How can you have anything to do with us? How can I get one?"
It seems like it is about to destroy the world at every turn, but where are there so many big muscle tyrants who can save the world...
The magician looked at him,
"This is also an idea."
Zhao Zheng chuckled,
"Come on, brother Mang. Where is the person? Let's go, let's find a place to stay drunk for a while. I'm so worried!"
The warlock and the snowman went to Hearth Mountain on their own, while those who stayed had a terrible headache.
The brains of all the heads are about to explode,
"Did Lord Warlock really say that?"
"Blood Corpse Virus! Is it spread through the air..."
"Inject another world into our world... What the hell is this?"
"Anyway, it sounds weird~"
After communicating with Doudou, General Ye showed up again.
"Doudou can't analyze it either, saying there are too many disturbances and variables."
"Then what?"
"There is no more."
After two waves of people climbed over from the well mouth, the growth rate of the tree of life was indeed slowing down, but it had no intention of stopping at all. It can be imagined that the effect it played was very limited.
General Ye coughed and drew everyone's attention back to him.
"Why panic? At least the warlock has given us a way to attack the Tree of Life."
Mo Hongniang shook her head,
"I'm afraid it doesn't mean much! Didn't Mr. Ye experience the time when zombies were raging at the beginning of the cataclysm? Is it possible that we need to issue a PM2.5 mask to every evolver?"
A group of people are coughing.
If that thing was useful, it would still be in the Cataclysm Era. Everyone knows that the virus mentioned by the warlock has nothing to do with viruses at all, it is just a referential relationship.
It's just that the infection ability of the bloody snowflake just now really made the evolver's liver and gallbladder tremble.
Over the years, the most obvious thing that evolved is that the evolved are superior to ordinary people, that is, the evolved are not infected by ordinary living corpses.
The first blood corpse disaster was just a blood corpse thrown into Mingguang City by the rebel party, which almost destroyed more than a dozen blocks in the lower city.
Not to mention anything else, as long as the so-called blood corpse virus infects one-tenth of Mingguang's evolvers, even if the gods come, they will not be able to protect this population of 10 million.
Of course, the remaining evolvers might still be able to survive, but who would dare to imagine such an outcome?
Old General Ye cursed a little anxiously,
"Damn it, why haven't I seen anyone come back yet?"
...
Shangcheng District is as quiet as a ghost today. The timid ones have already taken shelter in their own safe houses, while the brave ones still have to hide in their own safe houses to avoid suspicion.
This is the most important and least important urban area of Mingguang. The main bases of the scientific research institute's garrison are all in Shangcheng District. All the high-level officials responsible for maintaining the normal operation of Mingguang are in Shangcheng District. The giants who control more than half of Mingguang's circulating funds are in Shangcheng District. All uptown...
However, as usual, there are not even half of the evolutionaries responsible for defense and duty here.
It is an old rule that the Shangcheng District, which has lost the Lower City District and the Outer City District, does not have the value or necessity to exist independently. The attitude of Mingguang executives towards the Shangcheng District has never changed.
In the center of Shangcheng District.
Among the main buildings of the scientific research institute, which had just been rebuilt not long ago due to Liu Renjun's trouble last time, there is a Y-shaped experimental building built on a huge withered vine. It is so unique that there is even a silver hanging above the "Y". White dome.
The body of this withered vine is a pitcher plant whose evolutionary tree was distorted by the scientific research institute. It has been performing this difficult aerial split for a very long time, and it has never grown, exercised or eaten since then. , Academician Hu and the dean once suspected that it was dead, and even specially found Doudou to check it a dozen or twenty times.
"Boom~"
The Y-shaped building and the dome shook violently.
Many young and old researchers poked their heads out of the windows.
"What's going on? What's going on? There's an earthquake?"
"Oh no, come again!"
Someone said ecstatically,
"The pitcher plant is alive, haha, it's alive again, hahaha, send a radio to the dean quickly!!"
"What's going on?"
"Of course I am applying for funding to continue research, hahaha... In our plant department... it turns out that centipede insects are dead but not stiff, hahaha..."