Chapter 31 Dodder

"Arrogance."

"Arrogance is a blessing bestowed by the gods on mankind, but it is also the greatest curse."

"That is why the more favored the heirs are, the more likely they are to develop spiritual pollution and delusions. In those literary works, this kind of spiritual pollution is called 'inner demons'." "

I am like this, Guan Jiu is like this, and Lynx is like this. Wu Fuyi is also like this."

"None of us can escape it. This is the price of being on par with the gods."

"The scientific lunatics who have invested thousands of years of time and life in the construction and development of human civilization and tried to prove something to others will choose to pray for the help of the gods when facing the end of the world. Or will they choose to rely on human power to try to solve the coming of the doomsday?"

"What if this doomsday is not a problem that humans can solve? The race that boasts of its prosperous civilization can only rely on divine authority again. With the arrogance and obsession of human beings, will they be willing to accept it?"

"..."

The shadow of the lamp lowered his eyes and slowly played with the expensive smokeless cigarette that burned to the end at his fingertips but never touched his lips. The

psychological treatment room was also dead silent. The cold metal walls around reflected inorganic light. The psychological counselor opposite was silent and frightened with cold sweat. He could only lower his head and pretend to organize the materials, praying in his heart that the few hours of psychological counseling would pass quickly.

Perhaps sensing the terrified look of the counselor in front of him, the handsome man with platinum hair put his hand on his temple and said calmly, "Sorry, you know, I'm not in a good mental state."

"It's normal for people with mental problems to talk to themselves in a messy way, right?"

"You think so too, right?"

At this point, Deng Baoying slowly pressed the blood-red divine pattern from his neck to his collarbone, and said softly with a little regret, "It's a pity that your dean's mental illness symptoms are less severe than mine, otherwise I wouldn't have to sit here alone."

...

But, President, other mental illnesses are at most antisocial personalities that need to be restrained and monitored.

When you get sick, it's really deadly.

And she remembered that President Deng didn't smoke when she came here a few times before?

But to be exact, Deng Baoying didn't smoke. The expensive smokeless incense burned to the end, and no one noticed. The flickering flames burned his pale fingertips, leaving bright marks, which were then covered up by the griffin's terrifying self-healing ability, and the marks disappeared completely.

He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was just enjoying the feeling of being burned by the flames.

Or, in other words, he was just replicating the numbness and burning pain when the divine pattern was called.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency," the counselor paused for a few seconds, and seemed a little hesitant, but still said, "This kind of question... maybe you shouldn't ask me? I'm only responsible for your psychological assessment... By the way, your recent assessment results have gradually stabilized..."

Deng Baoying raised her eyes slightly and looked at her.

"The scores are steadily decreasing." The counselor added.

"Although it still fluctuates, it is at least much more stable than before, which is a good sign. Besides, you also know that your physiological state cannot be compared with ordinary carnivorous subspecies... Out of consideration for the safety of all citizens of the capital star, and also out of the work responsibility assigned to me by the dean..."

The responsible woman took a deep breath, pulled the corners of her mouth, and tried to show a calm expression.

"May I ask you... the reason for your recent emotional fluctuations?"

"..."

The incense burned out, and the last bit of flame went out, leaving only fine dust staining the pale fingertips, which could not be wiped away.

"No reason," Deng Baoying said calmly, nodding slightly, and speaking in a very natural tone, but in a very unnatural way, "It's just that the person who has been in love with me for 7,000 years suddenly jumped out and tried his best to give me a good guy card."

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"Ah--chiu!!"

As the Supreme God suddenly sneezed, the heavy iron door of the underground restricted area of ​​the research institute issued a prompt sound that the retina test had passed, the gears hummed, and the huge metal rubbed and gradually opened, revealing the spacious and cold space inside. The dark waves rushed over, carrying the air with a slight smell of rust.

Because the area was empty and quiet, the sneeze hit back and forth behind the glass tanks that were several meters high, and it was unusually clear.

"......"

The magnetic field signal underground was not very good. Wu Fuyi frowned and adjusted her headphones. When she heard the sound, she raised her eyebrows and looked back: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, my nose suddenly itched," she frowned and rubbed her nose, and followed the other person's pace, "It can't be that someone is saying bad things about me."

If the entire research institute is clean and white like the crystallization of human civilization and high technology, then the underground restricted area is no different from the dark experimental site that all scientific madmen should have.

The dark electromagnetic network crawling on the ground like a python is connected to various unknown instruments. Under the glass cover, twisted and various biological specimens are silent, leaving only dry bones and flesh. Behind the iron fence with a yellow exclamation mark is a glass tank several meters high, heavy and huge, filled with anesthetics.

Floating in the tank is the mutant leader who was captured in the last galaxy storm.

The huge purple monster with twisted bones and protruding bones curled up in the liquid. Just by looking at it through a layer of tempered glass, you can feel its deep ferocity and evilness, as if it will open its eyes in the next second, break through the blockade of the institute, and see the light of day again.

The snow deer in a white robe stopped and closed his eyes, as if he was suppressing some emotions.

"…This is it, the thing I said I would show you."

He exhaled a long, foul breath, paused for a few seconds, then opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the mutant in the glass tank, "This is the largest living mutant specimen currently in existence. It was knocked unconscious by a lynx and captured on the night of your arrival."

"It is worth mentioning."

"According to the file records, the mutant tide of that galactic storm was also the fastest to appear."

"Since a thousand years ago, a hundred years after the Federation officially entered the star-level civilization, galactic storms have gradually begun to rage in the marginal galaxies."

"As time went on, the storm became more and more widespread and dangerous. No living thing could survive in the raging magnetic field of the storm. Not only humans, but even the plants and animals in the edge galaxies gradually died in the repeated magnetic field distortions, leaving only large tracts of dead ruins. We had to move the remaining residents of the edge galaxies to safe areas - and facts proved that this decision was absolutely correct."

"Because after that, a large number of mutants began to appear."

"We don't know why they appeared, let alone why they took on such a ferocious form. The only thing that can be confirmed is that their existence is inseparable from galactic storms."

"The mutant beasts are fearless and have only the instincts of killing and devouring. They are completely impossible to communicate with or tame. As the mutant beast tide grows in size, the impact of this crisis on the Federation cannot be ignored. Through research and calculations, we can even conclude that if this natural disaster is left unchecked, it will only take five hundred years for eighty percent of the Federation's territory to be swallowed up by galactic storms and beast tides."

"For this reason, the Institute has tried countless methods - all the methods, all the methods you can think of, I have tried."

"All, methods."

Wu Fuyi spoke these words very heavily for no reason, as if he was disgusted with something, and as if he was emphasizing something.

The snow deer turned to look at her, its gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the shimmering inorganic light and the ferocious beast's body in the glass tank. After a while, it twitched the corners of its mouth and revealed a bitter, self-deprecating smile.

"So, today it seems that humans are still incapable of doing this kind of thing."

"It seems that it is not that difficult to admit one's own incompetence."

"I am not incompetent."

The Supreme God interrupted him calmly and peacefully: "It is already amazing to be able to build civilization into its current form. You are all the children who deserve my greatest pride, how can you be incompetent?"

"If that is the case, then I am the one who should be blamed."

- "After all, it is because of me that this type of...ah, do you call this a natural disaster?"

As she spoke, Fu Jiao walked forward and raised her head slightly, looking at the glass tank that was more than ten times larger than her.

Gurgle.

Gurgle.

The sound of the cracks squirming fell into her ears through the space that humans could not recognize.

In the eyes of the Supreme God, countless densely packed and almost permeable purple cracks, like ethereal phantoms but like shackles, surround the entire glass tank, like spider silk wrapped around prey, clinging to the smooth glass wall, so that half of the restricted area is lingering in this terrifying, indistinguishable deep purple mist. At first

glance, the entire restricted area seems to be trapped in a coiled wire cave, exuding a decayed, mutated, and fallen breath of rules.

It is so weird that if a young intern stood here, he would definitely be so excited that he would vomit last night's dinner.

And in this dense spider-web crack, countless complex souls and wills were trapped in the cage of the galaxy storm, twisted into ferocious monsters.

Hysterical, desperate screams and cries of pain were heard in an instant, exploding from the depths of consciousness.

"Save me!!"

"Help... It hurts! What are these! Save me!!"

"It hurts! It hurts!!"

"Let us die! Let us die... Don't live like this anymore! Please..." "

Help!"

"...Ah."

Fu Jiao raised her head and looked at the souls howling and being squeezed together alive. There were human, animal, and some creatures she couldn't name.

Boundless sorrow and pain came over the sky and the earth along those cracks that gurgled and squirmed like living things.

It turned out

that it was this voice that woke her up.