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Chapter 143: Clearing the fog of the apocalypse

In just a few minutes, Ian checked all the memories of the special parasite for the past four months.At the beginning, most of the scenes were very ordinary. The opponent was running away all the time, day and night, as if he was avoiding a natural disaster.

This made him a little puzzled. It stands to reason that the physical strength of the other party's evolution should not have natural enemies that make it fearful.However, he continued to check patiently. In the last minute of memory, he saw a shocking picture.

All the parasites, no matter people or animals, seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and they walked out of their habitats in groups.Then they are scattered in specific locations in an orderly manner, and then lie down to be devoured by various plants and turned into nutrients.

And the exotic flowers and plants he saw before were all grown and mutated after absorbing these parasites.

"Troublesome..."

After reading these memory images, the content inside made Ian a little dizzy.Obviously, these fungi gave birth to a collective consciousness.

At this moment, he also understood why this special parasite ran away crazily. The other party was purely avoiding the instructions of this collective consciousness.

And in the memory he checked, this special parasite was also like the chosen one, always able to break free from this control at the most critical moment.

Even once, when he was controlled by his body, he walked towards a disgusting vine with a terrifying appearance, like a Crusu octopus. When his limbs were all entangled by vines, he still smashed all the vines with the stick in his hand , thus escaping from Ascension.

There are too many such situations, and this is no longer a fluke that can be described, as if the other party can block these instructions innately.All in all, the coincidence is unbelievable, Ian felt that if he had a game perspective, he would definitely see a colorful talent skill in the special parasite: Lv7. True luck.

"It turns out that you are the protagonists, or the real survivors... She is right, everything in the past cannot exist." Ian looked at the parasite sitting on the ground in front of him, and sighed in his heart. Obviously he Thinking of what Erin said at the end.

The other party enjoyed the evolution of various talents brought by the fungus, and finally got rid of the control of the collective consciousness of the fungus.The most important thing is that the other party also has the ability to reproduce species, that kind of primitive instinct...

Because in the memory review just now, he saw a glimpse of the special parasite repeating an action with his left hand many times.Hmm... Probably something that many boys in the previous life would do.

Although the picture is a bit eye-catching, one thing is certain, the special parasite in front of him may already be regarded as a new generation of human beings.Have the ability to think independently, have a complete physiological system, emotions, thinking, desires, etc. are basically complete.

Thinking of this, Ian looked around. The mountains, rivers, and exotic flowers and plants that were peaceful in the past years are becoming more and more turbulent at this moment, just like the calm before the storm, and the rolling black clouds that day, as long as the eyes are not blind can clearly see.

"This peace won't last long..."

Ian also seemed to have seen a very interesting scene vaguely——Ranke chess game.

A woodcutter boy strays into a valley and finds two pale old men playing chess, while the boy squats aside watching with great interest. After the game is over, when the boy returns to the world, a thousand years have passed in the world.

Obviously, Ian thought of the game between the world and the fungus, and he was the boy who broke in by accident. Although he was not a chess player, he was also a chess spectator who jumped out of the chessboard.

At this moment, the two parties are in the stage of laying out the pieces. Whether it is the exotic flowers and plants seen before, or the special parasites in front of them, they are all pawns held by the two sides.

Ian doesn't intend to disrupt other people's games. He is a gentleman when he watches chess without saying anything. He intends to be a gentleman, provided that he is not messed with.Otherwise, even though the young woodcutter can't play chess, he has that sharp woodcutter...

However, from a personal emotional point of view, he still prefers this side of the world. Special parasites, which are highly similar to human beings, are always better than those fungi with a hideous appearance like Cthulhu.

"You should also have a name that belongs to you." He glanced at the honest and well-behaved special parasite.

"Spear, this is your future name, as a sharp spear, to complete your mission."

Ian rarely used the Philosopher's Stone to release the permanent transformation technique, and strengthened and deformed the wooden staff that Sibel was holding just now, and added a sharp spear with double-edged blades to the top of the wooden staff. Weapon - three-pointed double-edged knife.

"Go, go south. There are your kind there." Regardless of whether he understood it or not, Ian still pointed out the direction for Spell.

According to the calculation of probability, this remote city where he lives has a resident population of 20 at best, and a special Speer can be born.According to such statistics, there is at least a probability of one in 20.

In order to better gather strength, he will guide Sibeier in the direction and let the other party head towards a place with a lot of people.

In fact, Ian also understands that he doesn't need to worry about such things at all, after all, there is a real chess player behind him.How to arrange, how to guide, these things will be completed under a series of coincidences.

He even thought of some of the novels he had read, the simple boy who walked out of the mountain village, and then: jumping off a cliff, the ring grandfather, practicing martial arts, conflicts, heroines, forming cliques, forming forces...

As soon as this side broke through the small realm, an ancient secret realm was born there, and it was the kind that restricted the strength to enter, and then went in to kill the Quartet and collect rare treasures.

It seems that everything has been arranged, just waiting for the protagonist to go through the cutscene step by step, and then get all kinds of benefits.

"Eh..." Ian shook his head, shaking off these miscellaneous thoughts.

Ignoring Di Sibeier, who was sitting paralyzed, but looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "I hope you play this game of chess well, and don't cut yourself halfway through... I just want to be a quiet chess player." audience."

In fact, Ian also knows that he is a bit unfounded to worry about. After all, a chess game of this scale will not last for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is impossible to gain an advantage, let alone win or lose.

With bad luck, a stalemate for tens of thousands of years is also very possible, or even a compromise between each other, and a tie also exists.

After taking a last look at the paralyzed Speir, Ian didn't stop, and directly pushed the broom up into the sky.

After Ian's figure completely disappeared into the clouds, the special parasite stood up, looked at the weapon on the ground curiously, and carefully held it in his hand, just like a child getting a new toy. Stop playing.

Then, he repeated with some doubts: "Speer!"

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