After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

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Lu Yan followed behind Ning Huai, the white mist blowing all over his body carried a faint strange smell, which was not unpleasant, like a mixture of blood and rotten fruit.

In a highly distorted form, Ninghuai's arthropods are 10.4 meters long when fully expanded; when standing and walking, they reach a height of 3.7 meters.

From Lu Yan's point of view, Ning Huai, who was walking, looked like an old hen brooding. The eight spider legs just formed a cage-like space, inside which was a cage of little spiders. Some of these spiders still have human form, and some have completely turned into spider form.

These are all legions produced by Ning Huai through fission. Although it is not as easy to use as the first almost identical fission body, but the lowest spiritual power threshold is also two thousand two.

[Now there are only two guards outside the gate of Allah. One is Fengqing, and the other is Dimo. ]

Unlike other pollutants implanted into the parabrain, the moss was originally a piece of moss, without a brain or thinking. Compared with the Guardian of the Kingdom of God, it is more like a plant-based pollutant transplanted from other places.

Moss grows on the ground, much like a lawn, it cannot move by itself, but it has the property of devouring itself. Moss-covered places will randomly generate swamp-like mires, swallowing intruders into their stomachs.

In the past, it survived on the regular feeding of other God Kingdom guards.

[To deal with this plant pollutant, it is best to have a fire. You didn't, but fortunately the dagger of Hellfire barely makes do. ]

The green grass suddenly appearing in a piece of concrete ruins is indeed very conspicuous. However, Lu Yan has no way to go around it, because this is the only way to the main body of Allah.

He squatted down and stuck the dagger at the edge of the lawn. The lawn seemed to have been torn open, with bright red blood oozing from the soil.

The burning ability of hellfire to pollutants is clearly displayed at this time. Even without flames, the ground moss is still like burnt paper, and there is a faint red light on the edge of the wound.

At the same time, fission bodies also drilled out of the space raised by Ninghuai one after another, and walked ahead, using their sharp joints as scissors to open the way. All of a sudden, the grass clippings were flying, and the place where the moss withered was covered with numerous human bones.

The abnormality here finally alarmed the guardians of the divine court on the other side.

In the sky, Fengqing spread the wings behind her back, like a shooting star flashing past.

He quietly stood on the eaves.

The long gun in Ning Huai's hand was thrown towards Feng Qing viciously, Feng Qing's wings fluttered slightly, but the gun came too fast and too hot, half of his wing was scratched, heaven Blue feathers fluttered down.

The spear pierced deeply into the ground, and there was a loud noise like thunder.

Ning Huai said to Lu Yan: "I'll hold him back—you go first!"

Lu Yan knew very well that now was not the time to talk nonsense, he didn't even look back, he just followed the system's instructions and ran towards the place where Allah was.

Feng Qing's gaze shifted to Lu Yan's body, but before he had time to sing, Ning Huai had already jumped up, fisting his fist directly at his face.

Feng Qing frowned, and said in a low voice, "Wind."

The oncoming strong wind blew the nearby houses down, but Ning Huai's huge body was still clinging to the ground, motionless like a mountain.

The wind formed a wind wall, blocking Feng Qing's surroundings. Countless little spiders took the opportunity to jump onto Fengqing's back, opened their fangs, and bit his bleeding wound, trying to tear off a little bit of flesh.

These harassments were not fatal to Feng Qing, but they did prevent him from catching up with Lu Yan.

Feng Qing pursed her lips tightly.

His talent is to have a range of spells.

Ning Huai, who has been his teammate for decades, knows this better than anyone else.

Ning Huai bent down and picked up the spear that fell on the ground, with a crazy smile on his face: "Your opponent is me!"

The spider confronted the bird.

Regarding this kind of flying pollutants, the headquarters has emphasized many times that they must find a way to break their wings.

Ning Huai naturally did the same. He jumped more than ten meters high, cut the blue bird's wings with his sharp arm blades, grabbed his exposed bones, and pulled them out fiercely.

A broken bone was pulled out.

Feng Qing's half wing hangs down feebly, unable to support his flight anymore, he falls to the ground.

He flapped his wings, and his feathers were like sharp arrows, piercing into the surrounding fission bodies and Ning Huai.

Many fission bodies exploded directly on the spot, leaving a place of wreckage.

Feng Qing covered the broken wings on her back, and said, "Electricity."

The pain didn't seem to have any effect on him, and even the tone of his speech was as peaceful as ever, like a well-set machine. It's just that the voice has begun to become hoarse.

The use of talents is not unlimited. The pollution value and spiritual power threshold determine the upper limit of talent strength. But if it is used too frequently in a short period of time, it will still cause the natural ability to fall into the skill cd.

Purple lightning passed through Ning Huai's whole body in an instant, his powerful heart almost went into shock in an instant, and all parts of his body were severely scorched.

Ning Huai opened his mouth and spat out a

a spider egg. The little spiders inside are already active, and many spiders can move their legs slightly, but they still haven't broken out of their eggs.

When he saw the spider in his fission body, Ning Huai already understood in his heart that there was not much time left for him.

He didn't even stop to wait for another player.

Even with three pairs of eyes, Ning Huai's vision is still blurred.

He looked at Feng Qing who was holding his throat in the distance, roared, and rushed up again. Following him in the charge, there are also surviving fission bodies.

The sky did not know when it began to rain. The downpour of rain fell on Ning Huai, washing the blood into a light pink.

He held the determination to die, but also the determination to win.

The huge body did not become a burden to Ning Huai, but instead made him move as fast as lightning in the sky in the rain.

Feng Qing didn't hide, maybe it was too late to dodge.

Ning Huai's completely alienated arm pierced Feng Qing's chest like a sharp knife.

Unexpectedly, there was no heart here, but a blood-red brain flower.

Ning Huai's hand twirled in his chest, warm blood flowed out from the wound, pattering, and fell to the ground along with the rain.

Obviously it was a tragic victory, but Ning Huai couldn't laugh at this moment, he just wanted to cry. He fell to the ground, panting heavily, and grabbed his collar desperately, as if he wanted to relieve the severe pain in this way.

Qingniao fell to the ground, trembling slightly, he struggled to raise his arms and grabbed Ning Huai's arm.

He had aquiline fingers, but they were useless.

Ning Huai saw him open his mouth, but his consciousness was too blurred to stop him.

He heard Feng Qing's voice.

Maybe it's a long time, maybe it's only a few seconds. Ning Huai finally realized what the other party said.

What Feng Qing said was: "Thank you."

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Lu Yan moved forward very fast.

But in God's mind, this was an impossible act.

Because along the way, there are illusions set by it itself. These hallucinations are the fruit of the painful thoughts of countless humans in Changjia, enough to drive anyone into a nervous breakdown. Either commit suicide in despair, or the disease degree breaks through 100 and become a pollutant.

Allah has seen many tough and unyielding warriors who never give up hope even in desperation, such as Fengqing before. Such souls will become extra delicious after death. But there has never been a person like Lu Yan who seems to be completely undisturbed and always walks on the right path.

He has a pair of silver eyes, and a blood moon is reflected in his eyes.

This is a gift from fate, allowing him to see through falsehood.

In Lu Yan's line of sight, he saw brains one after another. They grew on a slender tree like well-set fruit.

The brain flowers are so heavy that they bend the branches. The branches transport the bright red blood to the inside of the brain flower, providing the nutrients needed for the growth of the accessory brain.

[These are the secondary brains that Allah is conceiving. Allah has 108 sub-brains. As long as the main body is still there, the sub-brains can grow back from this tree. ]

As Lu Yan approached, these brains even made a sound——

A cerebellum screamed, "Don't eat me!! I'm rotten!"

"If you want to eat, eat the top one first, it's the biggest."

Naohuali, who was named, was furious: "Brother 73! I have no grievances with you! Why do you want to kill me?"

Lu Yan approached the sapling, and the brain flowers were knotted in the branches, shaking like ginseng fruit.

A few overripe brains wanted to escape while he was not paying attention, but just fell to the ground, and were trampled to brains by Lu Yan.

very slippery. The touch is very strange.

When Lu Yan moved his foot away, the brain was dead, and the pattern of his shoe sole was still printed on the white brain.

His bloody and violent actions caused the other brains on the branch to fight.

"You, how can you waste food!" The tone of a small brain became extremely sad, "The one you trampled to death is Brother 7. It grows full of fat and is delicious."

Although there are many brains on this tree, Allah is not here.

[He has compressed himself to the size of a steamed bun and is about to sneak away. ]

"Location?"

In Lu Yan's mind, the base map appeared again, as well as a flashing red light spot.

High-intensity use of talent will indeed cause Lu Yan to have some adverse reactions.

Lu Yan was hungry.

Not ordinary hunger, but a hunger full of longing. This is a primitive, animal desire.

He picked up the knife and ran towards the red dot.

It used to be the most prosperous commercial center in Changjia. Although it has been occupied for decades, the shops and spacious streets on both sides still show the shadow of prosperity.

The sky suddenly began to rain. Lu Yan walked through the streets like a ghost on a rainy night.

He stopped at the door of a restaurant. The anti-theft door had been broken long ago, and it was pitch black inside, with cracked tiles and an overturned table on the floor.

The mist is still pervasive, and the deep

There came the panting of a beast.

Lu Yan couldn't help but feel drowsy, which was very similar to when he was at the airport before.

The system's tone is full of sarcasm: [It's anxious, it's anxious, it jumps over the wall in a hurry, trying to pull you into the consciousness space again, and escape while you are dreaming. ]

[Meeting my younger brother is also death, and being caught by you is also death. It might be more face-saving to die in the hands of my younger brother after death? ]

Lu Yan asked, "Will I see my brother again?"

[Haven't you already seen it? ]

Lu Yan raised his head and looked at the glass in front of him. The glass is slightly dirty, coupled with the dim light, the scene above is very hazy.

The system said: [This is what Allah saw in your consciousness space. ]

Lu Yan was facing the glass, but what he saw was his own back.

The person in the glass slowly turned his head. There is no face, replaced by bright red tentacles. There is a huge blood hole in the neck, and fleshy whiskers protrude from the blood hole. The rest of the place is well wrapped by clothes.

Compared to many monsters Lu Yan had seen, his younger brother's appearance could only be regarded as disgusting.

However, just seeing the hazy shadow, Lu Yan felt a nauseating urge to vomit, and his stomach was overwhelmed. Golden fish scales protruded from his arm, unlike before, this time the fish scales cut through the muscles and skin, like thorns growing from the body.

The blood snaked down, and the sharp pain came from the inside of his eyes. He couldn't hold it back, bent down, leaned against the wall and spat it out.

It has nothing to do with what you see, this nausea is more like a complication of overuse of talent.

When Lu Yan looked up again, there was no shadow of his brother on the glass.

Lu Yan was in a daze for a moment: "So he looks like this?"

[If it weren't for these eyes, you probably wouldn't even be able to look directly at him. ]

The tone of the system is inexplicably mocking: [But he turned his head, and he just wanted to take a look at you. ]

The author has something to say: Tomorrow (looking at the time, it is today), it will be updated at about 9 pm.