"Unit 3 showed a lack of flexibility during the battle, which was determined by its own structure."
"Exclude it."
"The No. 5 machine lacks protection in some areas, such as the armpits and crotch, which are good locations for sneak attacks by shorter monsters."
"Is there no way to strengthen it?"
"There's nothing we can do about it. This is also a structural problem. If we reinforce this part, it will also affect the performance of the entire exoskeleton."
"Then let's rule them out. How are the remaining three doing?"
“There are still issues with insulation, but they are not serious and can be retrofitted quickly.”
"Okay, let's go ahead. The deadline remains the same as before."
Yan Ming nodded, as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked at the Speaker in front of him:
"One of the camp members asked me a question late yesterday, and I haven't been able to answer him yet."
"What's the problem?"
"What is the name of our unit?"
Yan Ming's eyes were filled with a little expectation, and his hands were still gesturing:
“There were four military forces in Hope City before: the city defense force, the security team, the cleanup team, and the direct superpowers.
"The first three are now being downsized, selecting some elites to participate in the next round of training. The last one was even directly dismantled by you and placed in various positions on the city wall. So if the group of people we are training now needs a new name, what should it be called?"
Things finally entered the stage that Lin Qingliu was most reluctant to see - naming.
Whether it is a person or an organization, they need a good name when they are born. Even if it has no meaning, it should at least be catchy to leave a deeper impression on people.
And this is exactly what Lin Qingliu is not good at.
He was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Yan Ming in front of him for help.
The person on the other side seemed to completely ignore his hint and was determined to get Arthur to come up with a name.
The small conference room suddenly became silent. Lin Qingliu's brain, which had reached the fifth energy level, began to work rapidly. He looked at the powerful human superpower in front of him and asked:
“Why was this unit formed?”
"To fight, of course."
"With whom?"
"Mycelial life."
"What's the ultimate goal?"
"Forehead……"
Yan Ming fell into deep thought.
What does this new army want? Clarifying this question may give Lin Qingliu more inspiration.
"Defeat the mycelium?"
Arthur shook his head.
"Expel the mycelium?"
Arthur still shook his head.
Yan Ming stroked his chin and suddenly thought of a word that might be appropriate:
"Extinction hyphae?"
“Pah.”
Lin Qingliu clapped his hands in front of him:
"It's called the Extinction Legion."
Yan Ming left the small meeting room contentedly, still muttering the name that Lin Qingliu had just decided on as he walked.
It's quite deterrent, or at least it sounds quite deterrent.
In Hope City, where most people are educated, the meaning of the word extinction naturally does not need much explanation.
By naming it with this word, it becomes clear why the new legion exists.
In the conference room, Lin Qingliu, who had been busy all day, finally had a chance to relax a little.
For him, this was indeed a busy day. He spent most of his time reviewing documents, and the rest of the time holding small meetings, formulating strategies, naming things, which he was not good at, and... killing himself.
Fortunately, all his actions are meaningful.
With this thought in mind, Lin Qingliu and Hope City welcomed a new day.
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"Lachesis."
"You don't seem to be in good condition?"
In the consciousness space belonging to the mycelium, the three consciousnesses gathered again.
It has been some time since the last plan was implemented. Although the three consciousnesses can communicate with each other, this kind of communication is obviously more effective.
"Self-severance does bring pain..."
Lachesis in the consciousness space did not seem to be so energetic. He "looked" at Atropos:
"It's hard to imagine that you've even proactively done something like this to yourself."
He was referring to a previous self-division that Atropos had undergone.
That time, Atropos separated part of his consciousness and part of his physical body at the same time, and even separated a brain matrix that originally belonged to him.
But the good times did not last long. Just as the new consciousness was constantly learning human knowledge, the uninvited guest directly attracted lightning, causing the entire human brain matrix to overload, completely interrupting Atropos' plan.
"Don't worry about such things."
Atropos's voice in the consciousness space seemed particularly cold:
"We're evolving so fast that when I look back I always hate myself for being so stupid.
"We didn't even have a name at the time, but I, who was in charge of analysis, already had the idea of a split.
"We just have a different emphasis on authority, so there's no need to be surprised.
“As for the pain… no matter what kind of life it is, tearing itself apart is always painful.
"How is your plan going?"
Kloto chose to become the dominant consciousness, and then shared his mycelial senses with the other two consciousnesses.
In the misty forest, beneath the giant trees, biomass that had been purified four times by a disposable alien beast was flowing slowly in the grooves of the ground.
There seems to be a mysterious ritual going on here:
The sharp and movable branches pierced into what had become a nearly spherical object, but nothing erupted.
Biological scales and extremely flexible skin wrapped around the foreign spikes, allowing the entire sphere to be lifted from the ground.
Then the branch brought the sphere to a large pit several meters deep. The spikes inserted into the sphere unfolded with a "swish" and began to rotate at high speed.
This time, the flexible skin failed to block the sharp blade, and the biomass began to flow out continuously and fall into the huge pit.
At the bottom of the pit, grooves extending in all directions pour the biomass onto the trees in the surrounding area.
After repeated experiments by Kloto, this is the safest way.
After four purifications, the toxins in the biomass are almost gone.
In the process of making the "mine pit", Cloto seemed to have discovered the wonderful use of grooves.
Just like a canal, this thing can help her quickly transfer biomass and store it in countless giant trees that are hundreds of meters high, like huge ammunition depots.
These will all be his "ammunition". The moment the battle begins, countless strange beasts will be born.
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