Beside the runway at the Wei Prefecture Military Base.
A Tyrant transport plane slowly came to a stop, and two "figures" passed through the open hatch.
With an utterly drained expression on its face, Little Feather's avatar weakly made a sighing motion.
"Eeyoo... (Not tasty.)"
Understanding the message carried by that sound, Luo Yu said with a laugh that was half amusement, half exasperation.
"They weren't food to begin with... Whatever you do, don't eat them."
Three days earlier, the Administrator had suddenly bought a thousand biological prostheses wholesale from Little Feather.
Though that amount of biomass was no more than a flake of dandruff to Little Feather, which had inherited Clear Spring City's Mother Nest, the little fellow had quite a few complaints about the users implanted with those biological prostheses.
In its own words, those people were incredibly boring. A whole bunch of them shared one brain.
And that wasn't all.
Those people hated talking and communicated with one another through "eye contact."
It did not know how to describe them either. It only felt that they did not seem like normal people.
Little Feather: "Eeyoo eeyoo! (Mm! Little Feather won't eat things randomly! But it's fine, that one is tasty!)"
Luo Yu: "That one?"
Little Feather: "Eeyoo!" (The Mother Nest beneath the mountain... It's huge. Um, I'm not sure whether I can eat it all. I might need to use more avatars.)
Some Mother Nests were not particularly strong themselves, but their avatars were exceptionally powerful, and the spores they produced could blanket an entire city. Others were the exact opposite. They barely produced avatars or spore clouds, using their limited organic matter solely to strengthen themselves.
Listening to Little Feather's murmurs, Luo Yu reached out and affectionately rubbed its round little head.
"Do your best."
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