King from scratch

On the sea not far from West Bay.

The boat braved the wind and waves, cut through the gloomy sea, and accompanied by laughter and laughter, broke the tranquility here.

Some existences cast their gazes at the uninvited guest, cold and damp, slippery and terrifying, quietly winding up along the hull.

"Don't you really try it? If you miss this delicacy because of prejudice, the heavens will cry for you."

Wang Xuan warmly invited Wu Xing and Du Kang, who stubbornly refused to gourmet food, with a sincere tone and sincerity, and he did not look like he scoffed at these "delicious food" before.

"No bugs, really." Wang Lun swore from the side: "You have also seen that the bugs are all in the brain, and there are no other places?"

As he spoke, he glanced in a certain direction.

Nubida, who was originally squatting on the top of the sail, pulled out a single-person suspension cabin from somewhere—it was most likely from Wang Guoshun, and it just floated on the top of the boat, completely cutting off everything from the boat. touch.

This is a necessary behavior for personal safety.

Not long ago, the players wiped out all the tentacles of that huge pirate, but the players were not satisfied with it.

They yelled "That's it?" "Not enough" words that sent chills down the spine, rushed into the sea, and divided up the part of the pirate's body that was buried deep under the sea.

This is not a small project. After all, the big pirate is so huge, but the players, relying on their pursuit of delicious food and the spirit of not fearing hardship or tiredness, reproduced their previous operation of cutting the tentacles of the big pirate one by one.

Even a little easier than that, after all those tentacles can attack, and the part of the big pirate's body buried under the sea has no ability to attack at all, and can only be slaughtered.

"So the mutation of the big pirate only increased the number and volume of tentacles, without any qualitative change?"

"The group of mutated creatures on the top of the mountain has mutated outrageously, completely changing the shape and attack method of the creatures."

"Thinking about it this way, it's fortunate that the mutated creatures in the South China Sea chose the path of parasitism, otherwise it would definitely not be so delicious."

The players praised this very sincerely, and transferred the big pirate's brain to the ship.

This is why Nubida chose to abandon the ship.

Because the space bags of the players cannot fit, the deck of the ship below is now filled with pieces of suspicious raw meat and the huge, half-opened brainstem in the middle. The whole scene is bloody and bloody. It is not suitable for children. Anywhere needs to be marked with countless codes to protect the physical and mental health of normal people.

But if it's part of a meal...it's even weirder.

But any player who has tasted the meat of this mutated creature can completely look at this deck full of meat with rational eyes...

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose..." Some players had a good mouth, reported the name of the dish very smoothly, and stared at the deck with bright eyes.

Players passing by reminded him: "Be careful of drooling."

He wiped his chin, interrupted the act of reporting the name of the dish, and expressed his heartfelt emotion: "How many delicious things can be cooked with a full deck."

Of course, the huge brain cannot be ignored just because of the meat—the brain of the big pirate seems to have grown a lot because of the increase in size.

Halfway through the dissection of the heavy giant brain stem, a black unknown object with a strange shape was exposed underneath.

"I didn't expect the big pirate's brain to be black?"

"Isn't this too loyal to your own name?"

When the players approached curiously, the black unknown object suddenly disintegrated on the spot, and the flowing black liquid quickly scattered from the skull, heading towards the surrounding players.

Players who didn't react were stunned on the spot.

The black liquid is like a living thing, wriggling on the player's face, trying to pour into the player's brain from the mouth, nose, eyes, ears and other places.

This scene was so weird that the scene that was busy cutting up the meat was instantly quiet, and the players retreated countless steps in unison.

After taking a few steps back and consciously keeping a distance from these weird creatures, the player quickly began to whisper.

"Is this too direct?"

"Don't you say it's a silent parasitism? Why are you so direct when you meet us? See how bullying we are, right?"

"That big pirate seems to have nothing in his mind."

This is a realistic description. After the black unknown substance in the brainstem area of ​​the big pirate gushed out, there was an empty shell underneath, as clean as if it had been swept away, leaving nothing behind.

The players opened their eyes and suddenly realized: "So the Zerg are parasitic like this?"

"Can this thing directly form the brain?"

"No wonder it pretends to be so similar to the host."

"No, can you come over and help?" The player who was frantically fighting against the black liquid on his face raised his voice in dissatisfaction: "Help me tear this thing off."

The player carefully evaluated: "The parasitic efficiency of the Zerg is a bit low."

"How long has it been? Why is it still on the face? I thought it went into the head with a swipe."

"It doesn't seem as scary as we thought..."

Indeed, the players have been talking about it for a long time, what kind of player was confused just now, and what is going on now.He even put his hands and feet together, trying to remove the black liquid from his face.

One after another, some players walked over to help the unlucky ghost pick up the living thing.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find the Zerg in the player's brain:? ? ?These guys have no brains?

As soon as he saw the black liquid gushing out of the big pirate's brainstem, he immediately left the sail, and the demon who replaced it with a one-man suspension vehicle could see it clearly.

The dense Zerg smeared the face of the ether ball, trying to parasitize.

But the ether ball obviously does not meet the standard of Zerg parasitism - the standard of Zerg parasitism is as low as having a brain (physical brain).

But Ether Dumplings...there really aren't any.

The Zerg, who had worked hard for a long time, were indomitable and changed several target hosts in a row, but all of them lost their minds.

When the Zerg finally broke into pieces and integrated into the deck, they were full of self-denial that doubted life.

But this didn't stop the demon from looking at it in surprise, and silently marked the ship as absolutely untouchable.

The method of breaking the black liquid into parts is very simple, just like a real liquid. The black liquid that was just like a living thing flickering on the faces of different players changed from visible to invisible in the blink of an eye. exist.

The liquid melted into the deck and just disappeared.

But being invisible doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The too small size gives these Zerg a natural advantage that they can't find.

I'm afraid that at this moment, there are already countless bugs all over the ship, just waiting for a parasitic object to appear.

Unlike He Xingwen, who is already confident in the distance, Nubida's pressure doubled after witnessing this scene.

But the players had no pressure. After the black liquid disappeared from sight, the players briefly discussed the low efficiency of Zerg parasites, and then turned their attention back to the meat on the deck.

Nubida raised his head and looked towards the shadowy sea area ahead. Those wet and cold eyes came from the depths of the seabed, looking at the ship, as if looking at an opponent that should not be underestimated.

It seems that the Zerg has already known the great achievements of the players, so the West Bay should have fallen...

Before Nubida could finish thinking, there was a sudden shock in the sea ahead, and a layer of white light lit up in the sea, rippling in front of Nubida's boat.

The players were quickly attracted by this change, and leaned over to the bow of the ship, looking ahead.

With the dark sky, the gloomy sea, and the bottomless South China Sea, it should be impossible to see anything clearly.

But the white light that diffuses from the depths of the sea illuminates the deep sea.

The scene below can only be described in one word: miserable.

Unlike the infighting battlefield that Yan and the others saw in the Nuri Empire, the battlefield below is silent and endless.

In the field of vision illuminated by the white light, every place is filled with stumps, unknown underwater creatures, human figures that cannot be pieced together, flashes of black liquid, and all the collapsed crystal towers in the distance.

Behind the crystal tower is a mess. Maybe there was a splendid civilization here before, but now, behind the collapsed crystal tower, there are only ruins and corpses.

Countless corpses.

The blood stained the deep sea red. There was so much blood that it spread layer by layer, forming an extremely gloomy sea surface.

Some players took a deep breath, and turned on a lamp to illuminate the gloomy sea surface, and the bright light illuminated the layer of maroon.

"Fuck? How many people will die here?"

"Isn't there any abnormality in the Xihai Bay that has been beaten up like this? Then the infighting Nuri Empire has to fight bloody seas?"

The shocked voices of the players kept coming and going, and they were not idle—the voyage along the way had successfully trained them.

The ship quickly set sail, heading in the direction of the white light on the bottom of the sea.

The scope of the battlefield below is beyond imagination.

The ship crossed the trench that split the West Bay, and the collapsed crystal tower officially entered the sphere of influence of the West Bay.

Among the ruined walls, there were no shadows of living people, only the white light shining further ahead.

So the ship continued to go deeper, and as the battlefield below lengthened, the voices of the players' discussions gradually disappeared.

Death is sometimes understated, but sometimes it becomes heavy.

Especially when it's such a huge number.

In the silence, the ship finally reached the end of the white light—the end of the West Bay's sphere of influence.

The collapsed crystal tower marked another entrance to the West Bay. In other words, just now, they crossed the entire West Bay——not a single living person was seen.

Here they found the source of the white light and the cause of the loud noise.

The collapsed crystal pillar glowed with a faint light.And at the forefront of these crystal pillars, there is an incomparably vast trench that has just been formed, creating a deep ravine out of thin air in the submarine plain connecting the West Bay.

There are familiar stumps and broken arms in the trench, as well as unfamiliar golden light.

The players probed their heads and looked at the shining golden object in the depths of the trench.

"What is this? Gold?"

"Then the gold is too shiny, isn't it?"

"Why does it feel like it was blown into a ball? Can't see the shape clearly?"

The players discussed and couldn't come up with any results, so they summoned Nubida.

"Nubida, look what's under there? It's shiny, like a baby."

Nubida has already seen what it is, after all, it is quite famous on the mainland.

The Crown of the King of the West Bay, a piece of defensive equipment that could once be called a treasure, had a glorious record, and once protected the King of the West Bay from escaping from the inevitable killing, but now, all these brilliance have been blown into pieces with it. It ended with a tiny golden pimple.

The player waited for a while, but did not get any answer from Nubida, and looked at Nubida's expression with the faint light on the boat.

I didn't see the other party wiping tears secretly, but I saw the bright smile on the corner of the other party's mouth - the kind that makes people feel cold.

The players who just turned on the skill of knowledge and interest recently hesitated again and again, whether to risk being trapped by the devil to ask again.

In this journey where there are only demons and players, the demons are annoyed by the players tormenting in every possible way, so why isn't the player also tortured by the demons to death?

The two sides met each other, and the players barely drew with Nubida by virtue of the large number of players.

Nubida rolled his eyes, he didn't want to know what the players who suddenly shut up were thinking - past experience made him understand a little bit, don't expect players without brains to come up with brainy conclusions.

Nubida: "Since it's a treasure, why don't you go down and pick it up?"

The player glanced at the trench that was blown out alive, and suspected that Nubida wanted to trap them.

"This looks dangerous..."

Nubida's tone was cold: "Don't worry, he died cleanly. It is absolutely safe for you."

The players looked at each other and evaluated for a few minutes. One after another, players jumped into the water and swam towards the ruined walls below.

Nubida was overlooking their movements from the top, but more than half of his attention was placed on another place.

Nubida: "...do you understand?"

Kenti: "So, the king of Xihuwan detonated all the crystal towers outside the kingdom, and died with the enemy?"

Nubida corrected his erroneous guess: "Not with the enemy, but with all the people of West Lake Bay."

Kenti: "No one survived?"

Nubida was a little impatient: "Why do you think he died together? If one of them survives, then he died together...at least he thinks so."

Kenti sighed at the huge number of deaths: "The whole West Bay..."

Nubida sneered: "That's better than the Nuri Empire and the Coral Kingdom. If he was a little bit hesitant and unbearable when making a decision, then the Nuri Empire is their future now."

Thinking of the brainstem of the big pirate, Nubida slowed down his tone: "Being parasitized by the Zerg is an irreversible process. The first step of their parasitism is to eat up the host's brain."

Kenti sighed for the troubled submarine civilization: "I will tell the king truthfully..." He paused for a few seconds and said: "So decisive, he is a hero."

Before the other party did this, he might not even know what the monsters that devoured his people were, but he chose the most decisive way to prevent those monsters from spreading from the West Bay.

That's why the explosion happened at another entrance.

He tried in vain to bury everything in West Bay, trying to stop the Zerg from spreading with a trench.

Nubida broke the spiritual link.

In fact, they just came a step late, a little bit late.

But it's hard to say, even if they arrive in time, what can be changed.

Players will not be parasitized by Zerg, but that's about it.

A false hope is worse than nothing.

Nubida was rarely silent above, but the players below became lively.

One player after another brought back scattered things from the bottom of the sea, attracting the attention of other players.

And when Nubida came back to his senses, he found that there was a pile of something on the deck below.

Nubida: What kind of display case are these guys using this ship for?safe?Butcher shop?Everything goes up?

He slightly lowered the height of the single-person suspension cabin, and then saw at a glance...the corpse, a corpse that was pieced together, missing arms and legs.

"I found that my courage has been completely tempered," a player gestured with an arm next to several corpses, looking for suitable objects to piece together: "The corpses are like floating clouds with me."

Another player climbed onto the boat with a corpse on his back, and muttered, "Then you carry it?"

"No, no, I'm a good jigsaw puzzle thief! You'd better stay on the boat and use your talent."

There are a lot of players, and the other point is the lower part... there are not many left with broken limbs and broken arms - most of them were directly impacted into minced meat by the violent aether collapse, let alone a puzzle, even with a biological microscope Don't try to spell a human figure out of the ground.

Therefore, this slightly huge project only wasted a day and a night for the player—compared with the time spent on that big squid, it is hardly time.

On the contrary, the players have already worked together to fight for the delicious food, and they have adjusted the offline and offline shift system, which makes the game look like a military training atmosphere.

After the sky brightened and returned to darkness again, the other side of the deck of this huge ship was covered with a pile of corpses.

Nubida: This ship is completely unacceptable.

Nubida waited for them to finish what they were doing before asking, "So what exactly do you want?"

Players who finally completed the puzzle, said one sentence at a time: "I think this is a martyr anyway, we have to bury them in peace, what should we do if they are left in the sea and eaten by someone?"

"That's right, someone has to collect their bodies, right?"

"I also helped them pick up everything."

What this player is talking about is not hands and feet, but the belongings of those corpses. Of course, in the case of the underwater scene, no one can tell the owner of these scattered objects on the ground. Return to the original owner.

The demon was a little surprised: "I thought you were interested in those weapons?"

Nubida glanced at it, and saw the most eye-catching golden bump, which was placed in the hands of an unknown intelligent creature at the moment—obviously the player regarded it as some kind of hand decoration.

And the real owner of this crown...

Nubida glanced at the densely packed corpses, but couldn't find any acquaintances.

As the king who personally detonated the aether collapse with such a huge range, it was unexpected that he could leave a complete body at the shortest distance of the aether impact.

This defensive crown is the last vestige he left for West Bay.

The question of the devil elicited a lot of mourning.

"I'm quite interested, but what kind of tatters are these..."

"And isn't it a bit immoral to take the relics of martyrs?"

"Everyone is dead, and it's not a magic weapon. Forget it."

Nubida nodded frequently listening to these answers, and then did not hide his malicious intentions at all: "So, you plan to bury the intelligent creatures living in the sea?"

What kind of genius idea is this?At least there must be blood and deep hatred to do it, right?

The players got stuck and slowly turned their heads to look at the sea.

"Isn't it? Isn't it? Don't tell me, I have to carry it back."

"Why don't you just bury it in the burial, and enjoy the exotic style, isn't it also a kind of..." The player was stuck for a long time, and he choked out two words: "Trend?"

"I quit, I now feel like I have a corpse smell all over my body."

"How about cremating directly on the spot? It can also take the opportunity to solve the problem of shortage of seabed land resources."

The player's core idea is very clear: Anyway, don't want me to recite them back.

Nubida sighed deeply, and repeated what the player said before earnestly: "These are all martyrs, but they did it so vigorously in order to curb the spread of the Zerg..."

The familiar feeling is the smell of a devil cheating people.

Some players who reacted complained: "I said, why don't you speak, watching us climb up and down, and thought you were shocked by this scene just like us, but in the end, it was just to trick us? As for? Brother ?”

Nubida, who had been lowered for no reason, spoke earnestly: "How can you think of me so much? You moved the corpse yourself, right? At most, I didn't remember it for a while..." When Nubida said this, it was really embarrassing. Couldn't help it, hummed a happy little song: "So, please move back again."

Players can really understand why demons are not popular, this behavior of adding insult to injury, this villain's face...

As long as the player is stronger than the demon, he has already died a hundred or eighty times.

The key problem is that players are not as strong as demons...

Therefore, amidst the complaints of the players, the huge project of transporting the corpses back has finally begun.

The demon was in a good mood, so when he received the spiritual link from Kenti, his tone was completely different from yesterday.

Nubida: "Have you arrived in the kingdom?"

Kenti: "The king has something for you to do by the way."

After Nubida finished listening, he couldn't help laughing again.

Kenti:? ? ?Nubida was finally driven crazy by the players?

Kenti: "So you remember to bring back those corpses in West Bay. There should be hosts parasitized by Zerg among them. The king intends to let the Salfa Federation use these corpses to give a way to accurately locate the host parasitized by Zerg."

Nubida restrained his overly bright smile. He had already seen many players staring at him with vigilance: "I see..." He deliberately paused for two seconds: "But what if the players don't like it?"

Kenti didn't understand what he meant: "Not happy?"

Nubida generously pointed out Kenti: "After all, the Zerg is below. Since I can't go into the sea, only players can go down to carry the corpses. You know, they are players..." He asked Kenti to add the second part by himself. .

The player, who was busy moving the finally finished corpse down, sneezed and subconsciously turned to look at the demon.

Kenti added the second part by himself: "I'll ask the king if I want to give a reward to motivate the players."

After a while, the player who managed to move more than half of the corpses back into the sea suddenly stopped, staring at the task that suddenly popped up in front of him in confusion.

[Random task:

The Kingdom needs some corpses parasitized by the Zerg for the Safa Federation to understand the characteristics of the Zerg parasitism.

Task description: Please bring back the corpse parasitized by the Zerg.

Task success rewards: some reputation, some goodwill, some credit points, excellent weapons produced by the dwarves, opening the player shop campaign chain mission.

Punishment for mission failure: The player's store campaign chain mission will be permanently closed, and some reputation, favorability and credit points will be deducted. 】

The players froze for two seconds, and looked at the neatly arranged corpses in the sea. Are they walking them repeatedly?

But what about being walked?Can't I just forgive him tolerantly?

The generous rewards easily persuaded the player, and the player silently began to go into the sea for the third time.

Nubida was overwhelmed by this scene, unabashedly revealing the culprit to the players.

Nubida, who rolled halfway in the single-person suspension cabin, paused, and cast his gaze towards the West Bay below.

Now that all the sea creatures in the West Bay are dead, what is it that is casting a cold gaze at the ship now?