The humanoid weapon is pregnant

"In the beginning, a meteor streaked across the sky; a mushroom cloud rose in the southern hemisphere, and an era ended."

"People see death, from climate, archaea, and alien species. The white snow pushes down the top of the experimental tower with turbulent waves, and overturns the boat of the sea of ​​bitterness; until the giant tree props up the canopy and props up the living sky."

"Thus, people saw Nirvana again, from ancient trees, phoenixes and totems, traveled thousands of miles, with the belief of thousands of people;

Cangshan searched for the sea, walking non-stop until they found a new world, this flat boat..."

The poem "Last Century? New World" was recited aloud, the quiet dawn light entered the hall, and the voices of the children followed melodiously in every corner that was dyed by light.

The pious voice echoed in the Pure Land, and a child raised his hand and asked immaturely.

"Have humans really continued their own race in the last days?"

--Race.

In the second year after the Great Migration, the immigrants in the boat were transformed by Generation IV mutants.

Five years later, more than 90.00% of human beings have their own artificial heteroblasts, and the new human creation plan has been completely successful.

Humans in the New World strengthened their bodies, increased their abilities, and became no longer afraid of archaea and the harsh living climate.

But at the same time, they are no longer the purebred Homo sapiens who were active in the Holocene 300 years ago because of the mixed genes of other species.

Three years later, a small boat drifted from the other side of the sea.

Soldiers from the original contingent discovered the ship while patrolling, and also found a short-haired young man and two human-looking children sitting on the ship.

It was an acquaintance.

An acquaintance who was scattered by the wolves during the second wave of beasts.

The young man is no longer young, and the greenness on his face has been faded by the wind and frost. He looks at his former comrades-in-arms, but he is like the little soldier four years ago, tears like broken pearls.

"Brother Xiaowei, Brother Cang!"

He called the names of the soldiers of the advance army one by one, choked up, sobbed until he burst into tears.

"Brother Xiaowei, I miss you so much."

"He ate my brother, I hate him so much, I really want to kill him."

"But every time I am in danger, he will come to save me...why, why did he save me..."

The human beings in the pure land could not give him the answer to the problem.

The youth wept bitterly, and the sound of crying was scattered to the far side of the ocean with the wind.

In the distance, the snow-capped mountains of Mundel are vast and steep.

On the snow-white peak, a pack of wolves stands in the middle of nature, their blue manes fluttering with the wind.

A one-eyed young man propped his forehead, looking towards the direction of the sea.

"Brother! Look, beast tide!" The girl in the red skirt opened her green eyes, showing white canine teeth and salivating.

All races simply compete for survival, and all races reproduce by inheritance.

This is another cycle of seasons.

The one-eyed young man smiled slightly, stood up and waved his hand gently.

The giant wolves let out the sound of predation, and the pack of wolves galloped, like a tributary flowing into the tide of life in the world.

Later, the land gradually became fertile after the animal hordes parade, the ice and snow melted, animals and wind spread the seeds of plants to various places, and new plants gradually grew in the wasteland.

The oxen, horses, and antelopes have grasslands, and they choose habitats on the oasis.

Tiger and leopard predators discovered a fixed diet and carved out their own territory around the food.

The self-salvation of life on earth has finally come to an end slowly, and the kunwhale roaming the world has become the most beautiful witness and poet of nature.

Human beings also began to gradually resume activities on the earth.

Testing of these newborn human germ layers showed that they were normal humans with archaeal cells in their blood.

Together with the new humans, they opened up the territory, as if the world had never abandoned the old humans that were about to become extinct.

"Teacher, what about the savior, he saved the world with Jumu, where did he go?"

"He..."

"The commander finally returned to the other side."

Ten years later, the vegetation on the other side is dense, like the legendary ancient forest of Nobilia, deep and green, full of archaea.

There are insects inhabiting here, birds chirping, and the sunlight only passes through the dense barriers and casts on the layers of dead leaves, printing a little bright spot.

Mu Yechen brushed aside the cobwebs and dead branches as in previous years.

He found the place where Lin Xi's bones were buried again.

The wooden tablet engraved with the lover's name fell in the forest.It was buried in thick leaves, eroded by wind and rain, and became damaged and rotten.

Mu Yechen wanted to help it up.

But he heard rustling noises from the forest again.

The commander held down the dagger behind him vigilantly, and his fingertips swiped through the air.

He inadvertently touched a wet tentacle.

Memories are like opening flood gates, and the soft, indistinct touch is like reappearing yesterday.

The tentacles extended with the humidity of the rainforest, they carried green leaves and light-colored flowers, quietly wrapped around the commander's skirt, and held the commander's face.

"Mu Yechen."

A soft call came from the forest.

Mu Yechen's eyes trembled, and he suddenly raised his head.

He saw a man with white hair and the same face as before.

Green vines wrapped around him, and the man swayed his ankles slightly, smiling at him in the bushes.

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