Chapter 879 Weird evolution, entering high-dimensional space and time
Signal towers and base stations can be infected with viruses and make people sick and die. It is simply the biggest joke of this century.
However, people soon discovered.
They are still too young...
In less than an hour, various newly established signal towers served as nodes, as if receiving some kind of mysterious radio waves. Everyone who answered the call was quickly infected. They squatted down with a pair of antlers covering their heads, in great pain, and raised their heads and let out hoarse hoarse sounds.
's roar.
Many workers in radiation protection suits who had just come out of the "subspace area" turned into zombies and roared.
clatter!
Da da da!
The terrifying sound of gunfire once again erupted from the ruins, resounding through the sky.
"Oh my God!"
"Base stations, are they really infected with viruses?"
"this is too scary."
The situation completely broke out.
Some large consortiums and local chaebols began to use their own staff groups to conduct rapid analysis and integration.
"This virus has probably evolved its own consciousness..."
"Are you saying that the virus is changing the way it spreads again? New variants have emerged?"
Many of the leaders of the chaebol business groups were in despair, with horror on their faces.
"What on earth happened? It's only been less than a day?" Their bodies immediately softened and they collapsed on the ground, staring blankly at the sky, as if they had lost all their strength.
afternoon.
Encircle and suppress the descendants of a certain terrifying enlightened being in the universe.
Then, the virus broke out.
In less than two hours, the entire continent almost fell and everyone was wailing.
night.
Entire continents were blocked and bombed directly to prevent the spread of the virus.
All this happened with terrifying force and force. In just a few hours, every hour was experiencing life and death at the speed of life, as if it had gone through centuries.
"Staff group, tell us your report." Someone's voice was hoarse.
A man in black clothes walked out. Two big-antlered deer were hanging with two small rings with golden round carvings. He was very handsome and elegant. He walked out slowly,
A big screen appeared in front of you,
"There is no doubt that this is a world-destroying disaster. Some kind of forbidden cosmic-level virus has descended on our planet.
These viruses have been evolving, and they were first spread through bites..."
Click!
Pictures appeared on the screen, showing beast-like people with bright red eyes biting the necks of passers-by.
"When people picked up firearms and carried out long-distance resistance, they soon evolved to spread poisonous phlegm from their mouths, just like those mythical spitting frogs, lying on the ground, wriggling, licking and spraying saliva,
Extremely disgusting,
Guys, what does this equate to?
It is equivalent to following us from the cold weapon age to the firearm age. They used firearms to shoot at each other.
When people once again tightened their defense lines and put on more advanced mechanical personal battle armor in order to prevent the poisonous sputum from being hit, the opponent had already penetrated the battle armor and infected the operators inside, and radiation spread began..."
Yes.
Radiation spread.
How terrible this is.
Only a few hours had passed, and it seemed that what they saw was not a virus, but a civilization!
This civilization is crazily evolving its own fighting methods, cold weapons, firearms, high-energy weapons...
As if adapting to this civilized environment.
"Then, the Star Destroyer Cannon arrived."
The fingertips of the head of the group of staff trembled, and the delicate bracelets on the antlers of the ears jingled,
"Yes, we are in despair...and the empire outside is equally desperate. They use self-destructive methods to contain each other, but they still cannot contain it."
"We hid in explosion-proof shelter areas, and the virus survived with us. Newer modes of transmission emerged. I immediately suggested that we stop the establishment of any base stations! Refuse to use electronic communications and return to the primitive barbaric city-state era."
"Let us return to the primitive era?" Someone said in a bitter and painful voice, "This is simply forcing us to give up firearms, pick up the stone axes of ancient tribes, and start slash and burn farming again."
The characteristic of the information age is information dissemination.
Without the Internet, they will turn into the most primitive human indigenous civilization.
This left everyone silent. They even had a horrifying thought:
The virus already has extremely high intelligence, and it is using this method to prevent the survivors from uniting, and then defeat them one by one.
"Is this how terrifying the extraordinary advanced cosmic civilization is? It can't be compared to those indigenous gods next door! Our civilization fell without any resistance in an instant."
"Don't think too much, we still have to survive. Now, this makes it impossible for us to establish contact, understand other survivors' information, and establish effective communication... We will all be isolated islands in the doomsday... We
We can only fight on our own."
"We are no longer able to communicate with the outside world. We can only explore separately, expand the scope of exploration, and hope to meet in the ruins. At the same time, we should carry out secondary transformation and processing of our protective suits again!
Not only must we protect against radiation, we must also protect against signal waves...
Of course, with such soft and delicate materials, we will not be able to maintain high defense, and we will not be able to prevent the opponent's poisonous sputum from spraying. If we are hit, it will still penetrate the protective clothing and cause infection."
A white-haired powerful old man sat high up and asked: "Our chaebol's reserves are enough to fight a hundred years of war. We must maximize the output of all financial resources and madly manufacture various equipment...Every
We are armed to the limit, and we have to find a way to contact other survivors."
In this case, saving is a dead end.
Only by investing all resources into combat power can you survive.
They even want to annex nearby survivor communities and villa communities. As long as they are alive, regardless of whether they have talent or not, they will absorb them.
If it were an ordinary technological civilization at the end of the world, there would definitely be a shortage of resources, but they are different. Highly developed civilizations and technology companies all live in subspace, and their reserves of strategic resources are extremely abundant. They have no worries about food and clothing, and no shortage of firearms. Naturally, they have to gather more resources.
Much vitality.
Soon, the entire subspace area began to move.
Their industrial factories are basically undamaged. It is still easy to modify protective clothing, strategic equipment, and maintain assembly lines to provide for the war.
...
...
"Fall is inevitable."
Xu Zhi's face was calm and slightly startled at the same time.
"I don't know what the virus will evolve into if it absorbs their antlers, cat tails, various extraordinary and ordinary genes, civilization, structures, and memories on this land..."
He looked far away, looking at a certain corner, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It seems that the new pillar god is about to appear, and various virus variants have also appeared, and they have begun to fight each other.
Are they also three branches of viruses? It’s like different computer viruses that are invading each other, just like the three pillars of the war between each other in the past... unimaginable mutated forms have emerged."
Somewhere in subspace.
The place is already in ruins, with walking zombies wandering everywhere.
After all, among the refugees who fled here, there were several infected people, which spread rapidly. The people here resisted vigorously, but in the end they were completely defeated.
The Saima people took Donna and hid here.
"The outside has fallen, and so has my mother..."
He looked solemnly as he looked at the zombie lying on the bed, "The virus is mutating. No one knows what it will mutate into..."
"After all, viruses adapt to local conditions... According to the environment of the lava land, the Three Pillar Gods evolved... And in front of us, based on the environment, genes, structure, and pressure of this planet, what evolved...
.Nobody knows!"
There was no other way. The environment at that time was too dangerous. He desperately released the virus and escaped, but Donna was the first to be infected.
At this time, this zombie was still lying on the bed, having lost her mind. She exuded a terrifying aura, which seemed to be the zombie king, the source of the virus.
"Mother, I have completely fallen..."
But for a moment, Donna trembled all over.
A strange aura was sprouting, and her body was rapidly rising and expanding.
During some kind of terrifying evolution, entire nearby planets, antlers, cat tails, beasts, and other changes of various human races appeared on his body, as if they were synthesized from their genes.
Handsome, slender, and erect, he seems to be an indescribably perfect and elegant creature.
Wow.
Donna slowly opened her eyes, which were extremely bright red.
"What the hell happened?"
Seeing this scene, the Saima man's face changed slightly, and he felt that there was a qualitative leap in life in his mother, as if she were a low-grade slow stone. Originally, it moved as slowly as a statue, and now it quickly entered some kind of high dimension.
In time and space, the movements gradually became equal to his.
Click.
Donna slowly opened her eyes, as if a bright red lightning flashed through her eyes, with a confused look on her face, "What's wrong with me...?"
Donna, who had turned into a zombie, unexpectedly regained her sanity.
"Is it possible? It's already..." Saima's face changed drastically, revealing a hint of horror.
Click!
He raised his hand, and a cold light flashed through.
Donna's skull opened instantly.
The Saima man looked down and saw a slowly swaying white viscous brain fluid with a prism-shaped black mysterious crystal suspended in the center. It was like opening the most beautiful diamond ring box, with a diamond ring gem lying in the white sponge.
, giving people a sense of depth.
"What are you doing?"
Donna was startled.
As an ordinary girl, she never imagined that such a terrifying thing would happen. She jumped up quickly, grabbed her skull with two antlers, and buckled it on slowly and gracefully like a hat.
