The Tree of Wisdom

The trilobite crouched down, its mouth dangling from its snacks—dried sweet potatoes, gummy candies, and the like—all alien goods that cost more than weapons.

Beside him, a bunch of blue-skinned kids surrounded him, drooling and staring at the snacks.

The trilobite arrogantly stuffed the last dried sweet potato into its mouth, then shrugged, giving off an "what can you do about it?" look.

The blue-skinned little devils immediately bared their teeth, as if they wanted to devour the trilobite clean.

However, the tribal warriors had been watching closely, and one by one they used specially made spears to drive away these young sea people.

Although this strange person is an outsider, he is, after all, the savior who protected the princess.

Even from a great distance, the arguing inside the tent could still be heard clearly.

Attack the pureblood faction, oppose attacking the pureblood faction.

The "Revere the King" faction—no, the "Revere the God" faction—is a radical group that even wants to eliminate the gods.

In short, the leaders of these branch ocean people tribes were arguing amongst themselves.

Incidentally, the mixed-race girl Pandora is actually the "Princess" of the Ocean People, the daughter of a very famous mixed-race elder. No wonder she can freely enter and leave the temple and participate in the Ocean Festival.

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The trilobite stood up listlessly. The crystal-clear seawater only reached his ankles. He never imagined that there was such a wonderful world at the bottom of the sea.

Various ferns emitting fluorescent light, transparent flowers as large as tree crowns, ethereal crystal jellyfish, and a blue light that seemed to be etched into space—according to the sea people, this was the 'light of the gods'.

At the center of the divine light is a colossal Tree of Wisdom, whose roots are connected to various radiating plants on the seabed, covering an area of hundreds of miles. Its canopy rests on the seabed, and between the leaves is a thin film of water, which is the very reason this seabed space exists.

The Tree of Wisdom, also known as the Sacred Tree, is a special plant transplanted from the Temple. Each branch tribe possesses such a Sacred Tree.

However, after so many years, only this one sacred tree has survived, and it is also the oldest one.

At the massive root system, large burls the size of basketballs grew out. Many female marines swam over to collect the resin and gather the fruit. These burls weren't disgusting at all; instead, they gave off a blue watermelon vibe.

The tree sap inside is also quite delicious, somewhat like sea salt-flavored milk tea.

According to the trilobite's understanding, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that pure-blooded marine people and mixed-blood marine people are completely different species.

Pure-blooded marines living in areas with high concentrations of radiation undergo physical mutations, becoming tall and strong.

The mixed-race marine people have smooth skin, are slightly shorter than humans, and have fish scales on some of their joints.

It is said that the ancestors of the mixed-race marine people were slaves who were exiled from the "Eye of the Ocean" to plant trees.

"Oh, thank you."

Trilobite accepted the milk tea offered by a female marine, inserted a wooden straw into the "Coconut Treasure," and drank while pondering.

In his view, a war between the pure-blooded elders and the mixed-blooded sea people was inevitable. Putting aside the historical grievances between the two, just the fact that the tribal guards were arresting people everywhere, and mostly young sea people, meant that this war had to be fought.

However, Trilobites were pessimistic about the outcome of the battle.

The reason is simple: pure-blooded marines are naturally stronger than mixed-blood marines, most of them are above level 20, and they can command level 25 tribal guards. More importantly, according to Pandora, they are loyal servants of "Kermos" and can wield divine power.

This divine power should be a large-scale AOE attack, the kind that sweeps indiscriminately, with effects similar to a large energy weapon.

You're only using basic rifles and small arms, while they've already deployed strategic weapons. How are you supposed to fight like this?

Trilobite shook his head, giving up on thinking. Anyway, he had completed his mission of "rescuing the ocean people" and successfully sent the girl back to the "water tree". Whether she stayed or left was up to him.

He took one last look at the Tree of Wisdom, and whether it was just his imagination or not, this enormous tree gave him a very warm feeling.

Trilobites were roaming around everywhere, and the hybrid high-ranking members were still arguing. However, not long after, some shocking bad news arrived.

The mixed-race high-ranking negotiating team was intercepted and killed by the Eye of the Ocean. Charkin, the tribal hero in the hearts of the mixed-race ocean people, was seriously injured. Thousands of ocean people's elites were killed and all that was salvaged were corpses.

When the trilobites arrived at the entrance, the surrounding marines were already crying out, and many relatives even rushed at them.

"Brother, where is my brother?"

"My son, Carl, you promised to bring my son back!"

"Where is my sister?!"

"..."

That's the downside of this game; it always feels incredibly realistic in places where it shouldn't be.

Seeing the tear-streaked faces, Trilobite shook its head and left.

I'm getting old, and I can't bear to see these tragedies.

The deep sea at night is not completely black. In this underwater world, there are always some glowing radiant fish swimming outside the water film, which looks like a huge firefly gathering, the size of a fist, a basketball, or even a house.

These house-sized "super fireflies" also have a title called Cloudwing Beasts, and their level is around level 28.

Trilobite sat on a branch as thick as a waist, and Pandora sat down in the empty space next to him at some point.

"The elders have made up their minds; we must leave this sea area."

"A smart decision."

Fighting against a superior opponent is something only players would do; playing defensively and developing your character is the best strategy.

Pandora looked around in confusion, then suddenly sobbed a few times and gently rested her head on the trilobite's shoulder.

"But where can we go?"

Trilobites cannot answer this question.

Feeling the softness on her shoulder, Trilobite opened the system panel several times, only to find the taskbar empty.

The trilobite sighed deeply. Oh well, so be it if we lose money.

"I'll accompany you during the migration."

In the vast deep sea, the sounds of torpedoes exploding one after another filled the air. Although the water film had strong defensive capabilities, it was still teetering on the brink of collapse in the face of such explosions. In some areas, the water film had been broken open, and large amounts of seawater began to seep in.

Meanwhile, a large number of spherical robots appeared in the underwater world and began to attack and hunt frantically.

All the adult seamen rushed forward, and the two sides fought and battled in the dark sea.

To be honest, the mixed-race ocean people are not weak. They are generally level 17 or 18, a level that players need to go through several modifications to reach.

However, their opponents are stronger.

Level 25 tribal guards, level 28 pure-blooded ocean warriors, and more... cyborgs of the Knights Order.

Damn it, Trilobite finally understands what those strange "surveillance equipment" are for.

You're accomplices in this emotional hunting of mixed-race ocean people, aren't you!

Trilobite gritted its teeth, its hands completely deformed, its fingers all turning into shark teeth. With a flick of its foot, its figure swayed nimbly in the water, while its 3D Maneuver Gear shot out from its waist, deftly hooking onto the leg of a cyborg, and the two passed each other.

The next moment, the metal skull exploded on the spot.

Trilobite's intermediate mechanical skill directly enhances the "Rainy Night Killing Technique".

During the time the senior engineer was away, thanks to the efforts of countless excellent hunters, this "technique" personally passed down by the leader has been updated many times and different styles have been developed.

For example, this is the diving-killing method. Under the skillful manipulation of trilobites, seawater not only does not become an obstacle, but instead becomes a driving force for enhancement.

Before she could even check the experience points added on the system panel, Trilobite swam underwater and appeared next to a marine boy, grabbed him, and flung him away.

"Idiots, didn't I tell you not to go in and fight after your health bars are down to two-thirds?"

Sure enough, the next moment, the 'metal soldier' that had been severely injured earlier went into overdrive. Countless fleshy spikes burst out from its body, moving at a speed no less than bullets. The trilobite only managed to protect its vitals, and it felt as if its health had dropped by half in an instant.

Unlike the advanced combatant's "meat and machine fusion", the low-level cannon fodder's "meat and machine burst" is more of a death skill. After it is used, the skull will die on the spot.

The most disgusting thing about this kind of monster is that it continues to disgust people even after it's dead.

"Damn it, I'm out of form!"

Barely dodging the grappling hook of a tribal guard, the trilobite was then surrounded by three skulls.

They managed to entangle one skull with a monomolecular rope, then traded a quarter of their health for another. The remaining two, armed with specially made underwater weapons, charged forward.

"If I die, will Pandora be sad for me?"

Just as this strange thought popped into the trilobite's mind, a loud laugh rang out.

A colossal beast lunged forward, biting a skull to pieces in one gulp, while the blue-skinned, burly man atop the beast, wielding a spear as thick as his thigh, blasted another skull to pieces with a single thrust.

"Damn, no wonder it's a level 30 monster. It was seriously injured earlier; this guy must have undergone 100% carbon-based fusion!"

The one in front of you is Charkin, a superhero of mixed-race marine heritage.

Charkin grabbed the trilobite, lifted it onto the back of the behemoth, and rode it across the battlefield. Even level 25 tribal guards were taken down in just a few spear thrusts.

It would take seven or eight pureblood warriors working together to barely stop him. After Charkin led his mixed-blood elites in a counterattack, the enemy finally retreated like a tide.

The remaining mixed-race elites looked at each other, their expressions devoid of joy, the atmosphere heavy as if frozen.

As soon as the trilobite landed, it was caught by several mixed-race girls who carefully treated it.

"No, no, no, I have red medicine, go help someone else, I don't need it."

Unfortunately, nobody paid him any attention.

Trilobite rolled its eyes in exasperation and let the other party tie it up tightly.