The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

So far, no subordinate has been able to provide evidence that there are walking zombies surviving on the lower surface. Even though magma usually flows there, there are always slightly normal places. Besides, the walking zombies' tenacious vitality should not care much about the environment. It's just bad.

But if there is nothing, there is nothing, not even if it breaks the sky.

Moreover, the walking corpses themselves seem to be full of indescribable fear of "falling", so it is difficult to say whether they inherit human physiological dimensions or something more strange.

The moment the signal that the floating land was about to collapse was conveyed, those six-armed zombies who were lucky enough to survive ran back as hard as they could, trying to get back and forth from where they were. So many fresh and warm subordinates were stunned. Can't arouse their appetite.

They are anxious, and the subordinates are certainly more anxious.

What you have lost is your life, what we have to lose is an empty island!

The group of people immediately dispersed. They were running away as if they wished their parents had more legs. Alcid was closer, so he didn't rush and had plenty of time to thank him. After returning to his island, he muttered and complained: "It took a lot of effort to meet a few trustworthy and reliable partners, but we have to say goodbye in such a hurry, Rail Line, Rail Line."

Li Cang was leaning on a big wand that was covered with cracks and had a strange blood color on its surface. He was squatting in the middle of the pit with a breast-like posture, swaying and burping wildly. Several servants of fate were clinging to Li Cang in similar lazy postures. , Miss Qiu, a shameless feline, even stepped on the milk of his meow. Li Cang was disgusted, and his eyes already had the smell of cleaning up the house.

"It's like this every time. You're trying to die." Li Laixi curled her lips and said dissatisfied: "Go back and pray for a full-body checkup. Who knows whether the blood explosion will do any harm to you!"

"Hiccup~" Li Cang looked at Lao Wang: "Take Goudan to collect the corpses of the dead Six-Arms, and bundle up all the surviving ones. Alas, we really lost all our money this time!"

"I know, I know, I want money!"

Torn apart by thousands of sky islands, Noshima, and Kurogiri Island that support the floating land, the process of disintegrating the temporary floating land is extremely rapid. There are criss-crossing cracks and tons of soil everywhere. And huge debris fell from the sky, forming a group of hard and dangerous alternative waterfalls.

The waterfall is often mixed with the figures of zombies who are constantly struggling but unable to recover. The roar and screams are mixed together, just like hell.

When the Floating Continent collapsed to a certain extent, another more brutal fight began.

Due to their different trajectories, some of the separated air islands and wild islands collided with each other like pinballs in the relatively "narrow" airspace. The harsh roars and shock waves were enough to kill ordinary humans.

Now it was the subordinates' turn to be dumbfounded!

They also expected that the mountains of soil fragments piled up on the empty island would bring a wave of explosive growth. As a result, the brains of the "hat" that had not been compacted or annexed by such a collision were shaken evenly, and there was nothing left at all. How much? During the impact, the island disintegrated into pieces.

Li Cang's island is reinforced with tomb beasts, while Lao Wang's island has been transformed by the swarm of insects. The overall structural strength is basically at the ceiling level of the current empty island. Even if the entire island is made of solid metal mines, it may not be possible. It can be stronger than this, and besides, I am used to collisions, and the small collisions are basically insignificant. All the ballistae fired at the same time, taking the opportunity to hold dozens of wild islands.

After the other subordinates returned to the island, their actions were very consistent, and they followed each other's example to fight for their own welfare. These days, whoever is messing with the track, has not found a way to fish a few wild islands?

The floating land was disintegrated. Except for one unlucky guy who buried his entire island deeply in the muddy black oil of a certain black mist island and gradually disappeared, everything was normal. The subordinates on each empty island waved goodbye to each other—— Of course, we may not have such a deep friendship. Rather than saying goodbye to our colleagues on the track, it is more like saying hello to our new students.

Lao Wang made a big circle and came back, shouting: "Those islands are not gone, no, their orbit seems to have suddenly changed to the same direction as us. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Li Laisi shrugged, not caring at all.

The praying function has been restored. Worker bees and bastards rushed out one after another and began to take care of the messy empty island. The two fish ponds were almost raised several meters in place. Many fish were smashed and turned white. They needed to be cleaned up a little. Rebuilding the embankment.

After two days and one night of recovery, Li Cang was finally able to stand and walk normally, like a twilight old man using a big magic wand as a crutch. The difficulty of moving was unbearable.

"The cats that just laid eggs are not half as young as you." Lao Wang pinched his chin and watched the rare scene of adults domesticating wild limbs and said: "Actually, my new wheelchair is a wheelchair, you know what I mean. Bar?"

"Yes!" Dalei Zi said bitterly, "Just do it. When this little brat destroys yourself, I will find a big community and push you to the square in a wheelchair every day so that you can see me. Dance in the square with other old men!”

"???"

Ah, this is a weird but effective threat.

Li Cang's scalp was numb, as if there was an indescribable horror that swallowed him instantly: "Ahem, I'll do it next time, I'll pay attention next time!"

There are about thirty parallel sky islands around, and there is also half a broken chain of black mist islands. I don’t know whether it is due to mutual interference of the tracks or some other reason. There are bumps in these sky islands from time to time, and the traveling routes are anything but straight. .

The servants of fate, such as Corpse Brother, Sword Sister, Goudan, and Miss Qiu, brought a large group of lackeys to shuttle between the Black Mist Island Chain and the main island, transporting back a large amount of black oil and zombies. In fact, the subordinates on more than 30 sky islands are doing this, and the broken Black Mist Island Chain is being eaten away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Can this be considered the last welfare or kickback? I don’t know what those unlucky people who run away normally would think if they knew that there is such unfair treatment in the world.

In short, at least everyone was very satisfied in the two days after the temporary floating land disintegrated. Black oil and zombies are both valuable hard currency, enough to make up for all their losses, but they still need to find a way to "take" them.

The Black Mist Island Chain has been destroyed several times before and after, and it is more broken than an Oreo run over by a tire. Everyone does not intend to give those six arms who escaped from the big blood explosion enough time to recover

Hide in the black oil and refuse to come out, right?

In terms of seniority, we are all the remnants of modern civilization. What is there to be ashamed of? Living together in the same coffin and tomb is the right thing to do!

When it comes to digging graves, there is no dragging of the feet. The bustle on the fragments of the Black Mist Island is comparable to that of a construction site.