I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling did not look back.

He knew that the methods of the world-destroying disaster were quite strange. If he turned around and looked at it again, God knew what would happen... Even though he knew that he was the disaster, he did not have the ferocious fighting power of the disaster now.

If he were killed by Si Zai here, he would still die... or, live a life worse than death.

The good news is that this time, the big hand that blinded their minds seemed to have failed and had no effect on them. Zhao Yi and the others rushed all the way to an unknown distance and had completely left the Storm Island behind.

They did not stop, but continued running for nearly half a day. When they looked back, the storm had completely disappeared.

"call……"

Zhao Yi let out a long sigh and patted his chest, "Too terrible, too terrible..."

"What are you shouting for? You just sat on me and didn't run a single step!" The old wolf ran out of breath and couldn't help but complain. Perhaps because he had just escaped death, he temporarily forgot about Zhao Yi's identity as the Son of God.

"It was a close call. We almost got into trouble just now." Another fusionist was also terrified. "No wonder few witnesses of the previous Storm Island survived... If Chen Ling hadn't called us out this time, I'm afraid we would have been finished too."

Everyone turned to look at Chen Ling who was sitting quietly on top of the centipede in a bright red costume, wondering what she was thinking.

"We're very close to the mother tree here... We should be there in an hour at most."

"That's good……"

"After I get back, I have to report this to Teacher Ye." Old Wolf's expression was unusually serious. "Witnessing the Storm Island is a serious matter..."

When Chen Ling heard this, he asked Zhao Yi in confusion:

"Who is Teacher Ye?"

"He is the founder of the theory of disaster fusion and the leader of our fusion school!" Zhao Yi's eyes showed admiration when he mentioned this person. "I tell you, Teacher Ye is really amazing. He was the one who took the lead in building all the theoretical systems, and found the mother tree in the gray world and established a shelter... Almost all the fusionists in our fusion school were rescued by him personally."

"The leader of the Fusion Faction..." Chen Ling looked at Zhao Yi with a strange expression, "Aren't you the Holy Son of the Fusion Faction? I thought your leader would call himself the Holy Lord or something like that."

"Uh... no."

Zhao Yi scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "Teacher Ye is very low-key. It is said that before the catastrophe, he was also a very famous doctor of biology, and he seemed to be a professor... But he doesn't like people calling him doctor, professor, or leader. He said that these titles are too fancy... Teacher sounds more down-to-earth.

As for my title of Holy Son...I took the initiative to bring it up with Teacher Ye, hehe..."

Chen Ling:......

When Chen Ling first heard Zhao Yi say that he was some kind of Holy Son, she thought that the Fusion Faction was an organization with a strict hierarchy, where strength or talent was paramount. Now it seems that it was purely because Zhao Yi himself was too immature...

After resting for a while, everyone set off again.

Just as Lao Lang said, this place was not far from the Fusion Faction's headquarters. Not long after, Chen Ling saw the outline of a towering tree slowly emerging at the end of the horizon.

This giant tree seemed to be decayed and dead, and its dry black branches were like messy spikes pointing straight to the sky. When you get closer, you can see densely packed tree holes all over it, interconnected like a honeycomb.

"Is this the headquarters of your Fusion faction?" Chen Ling was puzzled.

"...How did Mr. Ye find such a place in the Gray Realm back then?"

"Then I don't know. You can ask him yourself." After seeing the mother tree, Zhao Yi was obviously relaxed and smiled at Chen Ling, "They will know you are here, they will definitely be very happy."

Chen Ling lowered her head and said nothing.

next moment,

Under Chen Ling's shocked gaze, Zhao Yi took a deep breath...

Then he put his hands in front of his mouth like a trumpet and shouted with all his might:

"Brothers and sisters!!! Chen! Ling!! Come!!!!!!!!!"

Chen Ling: ?????

Zhao Yi's loud voice echoed in the gray world. After a brief silence, figures walked out from the densely packed tree holes. They looked in this direction blankly and curiously. At a glance, there were more than a hundred people.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Chen Ling covered Zhao Yi's mouth with her hand and widened her eyes.

"Tell them you're here!" Zhao Yi said as a matter of course, "Let them all come out to greet you... I told them, they'll be very happy to see you."

Chen Ling held it in for a long time before finally saying:

"I... don't need such a grand welcome..."

"Oh, it's too late." Zhao Yi smiled and pointed to the direction of the mother tree. "Look, they are all out."

Chen Ling looked up and saw many figures walking out of the mother tree. After getting closer, Chen Ling could finally see their figures clearly... There was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Not all fusionists have the appearance of normal humans like Zhao Yi and the powerful fusionists who traveled with him. Most of those walking out in front of him still retain traces of disaster fusion.

Some had skin as black as ink, some were three or four meters tall and looked like giants, some had ears and tails of unknown animals, some had eyes of various colors, and some had furry wings on their backs...

What these people have in common is that they are all very young. The oldest one looks to be around 30 years old, and most of the others are boys and girls in their teens and twenties. Even though they have their own unique looks, there is purity and vitality in their eyes.

At this moment, all their eyes were focused on Chen Ling, and the eyes of the boys and girls were full of curiosity and surprise...

At the entrance of the mother tree, two girls were so quick that they quickly wrote a line of large characters on the eaves of the door:

"Warmly welcome Mr. Chen Ling to Fusion Party!!!"

When another girl saw the words, she ran over in a hurry with the newspaper in her hand. While scolding the two stupid girls, she changed "Ling" to "Ling". Then she dragged the two girls from a distance and started to bow and apologize to Chen Ling, mumbling something.

Chen Ling had never seen so many fusions.

He sat on the back of the shadow centipede and followed Zhao Yi and others to the gate of the mother tree. After discovering that the boys and girls at the gate seemed to be a little afraid of the shadow centipede under them, he patted the centipede's head, and the latter immediately drilled into the ground as if it had been pardoned, and no one knew where it escaped to.

Zhao Yi came close to Chen Ling, nudged Chen Ling with his elbow, and chuckled:

"Chen Ling, welcome to... the Fusion Faction."