After discovering special props with the potential to advance to the rules, Li Zheng immediately became interested.
But it's just interest.
There are a large number of Sutures near the "Bloodstone Furnace" at the bottom of the valley, and the "Evil Gu Warriors" forged by the Bloodstone Furnace are active. The hunting level of the Sutures is generally around level 80-130.
Although the evil Gu warrior has a relatively pure body and is the future life carrier of the Evil Gu Insect Clan, its current life level is around 50. It is still a test version.
Each batch of flesh and blood casting is an optimization of the life structure.
Evil Gu Insect Clan wants to use this method to create the most perfect life form.
Although I can't follow the rules, Li Zheng has marked a map here, and when I have the strength, I have to try it. The hunting mission is not over yet.
He decisively evacuated the area where the Bloodstone furnace was located and explored the surrounding areas.
Hunting, fighting, recovering...Li Zheng spent the next few days hunting and transitioning.
But his series of hunting behaviors also attracted the attention of the Evil Gu Insect Clan. Under the control of the Insect King, more and more suture bodies came to block him. Li Zheng gradually felt that it was difficult.
Just when he was about to evacuate the area and go to the edge area to slow down the hunting speed, the sound of Wind Breaking came from the sky.
He suddenly turned his head to look at the sky, his pupils suddenly contracted.
A huge sutured body with a domineering shape is shooting out.
It has three heads. On the left is the glaring rotten head of veteran Counter-Tide. On the right is the head of the priest of the Compassionate Tribe. The one in the middle is the head of the main body, which is completely carved from blood crystals. Twelve spines spread out from behind like a peacock, with barbed chelicerae protruding from each bone joint. The torso seems to be roughly melted from the bodies of dozens of strong men of different races, with liquid blood-colored essence flowing between the muscle textures.
Boom!
When the monster landed, the entire valley was shaken.
It did not attack immediately, but locked on Li Zheng with six eyes of different colors at the same time. The vocal cords wrapped in blood crystals vibrated out words like metal friction:
"You... are... complete, and we need you."
"I want your mother!"
Li Zheng, possessed by Gāng Qì, responded with a punch.
The strong wind condensed into a drill-shaped vortex at the fist edge, and hit the abdomen of the sutured body firmly.
The force was enough to easily penetrate the city wall, but it only made the stitched body take a small step back. The liquid shell formed perfect buffering ripples at the impact point, and even in turn wrapped Li Zheng's fist.
Damn it!
The chest cavity of the suture body suddenly split open, revealing the gear-like rotating bone saw inside.
The moment Li Zheng pulled out his hand, the terrifying force pressed down, and the earth shook violently and sank suddenly.
At this time, the claws from the monster's back were stabbing like a rainstorm.
The tip of each chelicerae flashes with energy of different attributes.
Thunder, ice, poison... fighting is like having hundreds of killing techniques packed into the same body.
Li Zheng is not afraid at all, Battle Intent Monster Soul characteristics are activated.
Suddenly Gāng Qì started running wildly, and when he raised his hand, he punched out with the characteristics of Critical Hit.
Boom!
The two figures retreated at the same time.
Li Zheng also started analyzing and scanning at this time.
I found that the opponent's level was actually level 117, but he was fully capable of fighting.
Although he had not yet returned to his hometown to activate the "Tyrant's Dharma" function, he had evaluated his combat power, which was probably around 120 hunting level. At this time, the suture body struck again.
Li Zheng stepped forward decisively, the rune weapon turned into a golden glove, and the fist edge collided with the bone blade of the sutured body.
The shock wave of the explosion shook the rock wall with a radius of 10,000 meters, causing spiderweb-like cracks.
The muscles in his right arm were knotted, Gāng Qì was rushing through the meridians like boiling magma, and every punch struck out with an Breaking the Void sound like Dragon Chant.
"Kill."
Two years of arduous training, from gangster fights in the cafeteria to subsequent training in combat fighting techniques.
Head-on confrontation has always been his area of expertise.
He turned around and whipped his leg towards the suture body's head. The wind from his leg tore through the air and drew a trajectory in the blood mist.
The three heads of the suture body tilted back at the same time, and scarlet rays suddenly burst out from the eye sockets of the blood crystal head, colliding with Li Zheng's legs.
Boom!
A dazzling light exploded, and Li Zheng was thrown away by the force of the earthquake. He twisted and adjusted his posture in mid-air, and plowed two blackened ravines on the rock wall with his feet. But before he could land, the ground suddenly exploded, and another sutured body suddenly broke out of the ground.
This one was even more ferocious than before. Its torso was spliced together from the remains of different ferocious beasts. Six tentacles covered with barbs extended from its back, with a still-moving eye embedded at the end.
It opened its huge mouth directly, and a corrosive energy cannon that was concentrated to the extreme struck.
Li Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly, his palms overlapped, Gāng Qì condensed into a thick blood shield in front of him.
The moment the energy cannon hit the air shield, the soles of his boots plowed two deep grooves on the ground. The skin of his entire arm was shattered and blood dripped down his wrist.
"What else?!"
At this moment, another suture body fell from the sky.
This body was slender, but exuded terrifying spiritual pressure. Analysis and scanning revealed that it was a sutured body made up of the remains of several spiritual practitioners. The hunting level reached 135.
Its fingertips were wrapped with spell-like blue silk threads, and when it raised its hand, a confining spiritual force pressed down on it.
Li Zheng roared violently, Battle Intent Monster Soul burned to the extreme, and Gāng Qì, which was multiplied several times, turned into red flames, resisting the restraints of the formation. He smashed the ground violently, and rushed towards the nearest sutured body like a cannonball. His fists, elbows, knees, shoulders, every inch of his body turned into a killing weapon, and every collision exploded a large cloud of blood mist.
A round of violent offensive forcefully defeated the suture body blocking the road.
But there are too many enemies.
The fourth body, the fifth body... more and more stitched bodies appeared from different directions. They were not in a hurry to attack, but were like a gradually tightening net, gradually compressing Li Zheng's dodge space.
When Li Zheng shattered the head of the third suture body, a glowing bone spur penetrated his shoulder from behind.
Amid the exclamations from players in the live broadcast room, Li Zheng instantly felt a sense of paralysis spreading throughout his body.
Looking down, I saw that the bone spur was being pulled away, and all the surrounding sutures had stopped moving.
They stared at him quietly, as if evaluating a perfect piece of evolutionary material.
Li Zheng grinned with blood-stained teeth:
"You guys are in trouble."
The next second, his consciousness was swallowed up by darkness.
Before he fell into a coma, he only had one idea: he had to cheat and find Gold Coin Merchant Association to find a way to teleport him back.
Continue unfinished trial tasks.
I don't know how long it took, but when Li Zheng woke up from a coma, he found that he was restrained in a sea of blood, unable to move at all. He called up the function panel and looked at the time, and found that half a day had passed.
He was a little confused.
Are you being imprisoned?
Confused, he glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and then looked up at Guiding Water Orb floating beside him:
"Brother Guidance, am I becoming a living research subject?"
Facing the inquiry, Guidance opened his sleepy eyes:
[Yes, you are the most perfect pure body and the most desired research object of the Evil Gu Insect Clan. They hope to get a glimpse of the true meaning of life from you.]
Hearing these words, Li Zheng couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"Can this be done?"
[It's really possible. They are not far away from success. You are the key to them breaking through the last threshold.]
"Ah, is this okay?"
[Why not? There are no detection limits on the life structure of the player's pure body. Back then, Tidal Rebellion Legion's organ modification studied your life structure in detail. However, Tidal Rebellion Legion was simply unable to apply your pure body to reality. Organ transplantation is easy, but the replacement of life structure requires the microscopic level of spiritual vein particles. Tidal Rebellion Legion simply cannot achieve this level of life replacement.]
[But Evil Gu Insect Clan is different. They are already conducting research on Life Reshaping. What they want is to replace themselves from insect bodies to new life forms. Your pure body is the perfect template they want. Although they cannot research much, as long as they can understand part of it, they can help them create a new life with unlimited growth potential.]
[It's just that this kind of creation must pay a price, and they cannot have the blessing of the challenger system like players.]
"It's over. I'm a prisoner. It seems I can only escape by freeing myself."
Just when Li Zheng was about to free himself, the sea of blood suddenly shook violently.
Li Zheng Invisible to the outside world, the sutures controlled by evil Gu insects rush towards the "Bloodstone Furnace" from different directions in the area like swallows returning to their nests.
The whole sea of blood boiled instantly.
Billions of sutures pour out of the canyon's cracks, rise from the piles of carrion, and peel away from the shadows of the rock walls.
They go forward one after another, like moths flying into the flames, and like pilgrims who devote themselves to the Bloodstone melting pot without hesitation.
The melting of each sutured body will make the blood in the furnace richer.
The ancient patterns on the surface of the furnace lit up one by one during this period, like a hungry giant beast waking up.
Li Zheng Although trapped in the depths of the sea of blood, he can still feel the terrifying fluctuations of life.
"What's going on?"
[Through the research on you, Evil Gu Insect Clan has officially crossed the last shackles of life, and is now ready to enter the experimental stage. The price is to use the whole clan as nourishment, Shaping to create their ideal perfect body, and this body will carry the fusion of consciousness of all evil Gu insects. From now on, it will no longer be a group consciousness, but an independent self-awareness.]
"It would be too reckless not to experiment.
[In the past that you have never looked at, Evil Gu Insect Clan has been waiting for too long, you are the Fortuitous Encounter they are looking forward to.]
Hearing these words, Li Zheng was speechless.
It has always been their players who are looking for Fortuitous Encounter, but they never thought that as a player, they could be Fortuitous Encounter of other races.
At this time, in the center of the Bloodstone furnace, a vague figure was taking shape.
It absorbs the essence of billions of sutures, and all materials are continuously purified, blended, and sublimated under the smelting of Bloodstone, becoming a part of it.
Gradually, the sound of heartbeat came from the furnace.
Like raindrops falling on the lake.
Then it became heavier and heavier, like the beating of war drums and like thunder Roar.
Until the whole valley began to tremble with this rhythm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
More and more stitched bodies jumped into the furnace and turned into the final nourishment. Blood light rose into the sky, dyeing the clouds red.
Under the scarlet sky, a humanoid figure slowly opened its confused eyes.
"Who am I...?"
In an instant, billions of voices sounded simultaneously in its mind.
Weave a cluster of memories unique to new life.
And, a story of climbing to the top.
As more and more information is stored in the memory, the new life in humanoid form closes its eyes again, and in an instant the memory images emerge like a torrent.
Countless voices echoed in my mind.
Who am I?
In that almost forgotten ancient Small World, our ancestors were the meanest maggots.
The world is dark and putrid, and the thick miasma is like a haze that never dissipates, covering every inch of the land.
The meager resources are delicacies that all parties compete for.
The earth is covered with layers of carrion, the remains of life left over from years of endless war.
Every piece of rotten flesh and every bone exudes a disgusting smell, but it is the breeding ground for our survival.
We struggled to twist our bodies in the folds of the rotting corpses, avoiding the energy shock waves that could bring destruction at any time, or the surprise attacks of other ferocious predators.
Although this world is full of rotting corpses, there are also resources that need to be obtained through competition.
Those huge carrion monsters live by devouring all matter. Wherever they go, rotten liquid splashes, and our people are crushed in groups. There are also bone spirits that parasitize in the bones. They gain strength by devouring bones, and they will control the bones to attack us. Once entangled by their white bone tentacles, we will be sucked dry and alive in an instant...
In this world, we are at the bottom.
When food is extremely scarce, for a mouthful of bloody bone residue, the same race often breaks out into brutal fights, tearing each other's bodies apart with their young and fragile teeth.
Until one day, when an ancestor was chewing a strange crystal, he suddenly awakened to his spiritual wisdom.
It feels its own existence and is aware of the tragic situation of our race.
"Why can't we be like them and become predators that devour other people?"
It asked questions to itself and even the world, followed by anger at the unfairness of its own destiny.
It is this inquiry that opens up a new future for our Evil Gu Insect Clan.
Since then, we have embarked on an endless climb.
We faced fierce competitors, continued to evolve, and finally fought through the carrion layer and finally reached the surface.
However, he discovered that the outside world was far more complex than he imagined, and it was not just the existence that indulged in rottenness.
The first opponent we encountered almost wiped out our race.
This is a force called the "Crystal Vine Clan".
They do not rely on flesh and blood to survive, but feed on life energy, and they can also secrete a crystallized venom.
Whenever they appear, the vegetation in the entire area will wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, which is a sign that the energy has been forcibly extracted. Once our people are entangled in the vines, the carapace will crystallize and break in an instant, and the body fluids in the body will be sucked into transparent crystal blocks. In the end, only a light and empty shell will be left, which will be blown away by the wind.
There is also the Mingsha tribe."
Their bodies are like flowing golden sand. They usually lurk under dry river beds. Once they sense a living thing, they will turn into a sandstorm and sweep over them.
Roar The friction of sand grains can shatter our consciousness. The tribesmen involved will be ground into powder by millions of grains of gold sand, and not even the fragments of the carapace will be left.
The most terrifying thing is that they can release an invisible sound wave of temptation, leading countless tribesmen into death traps step by step.
Facing these powerful enemies, we suffered heavy casualties.
In the struggles that nearly wiped out the entire nation, we learned to be more united.
Use the tunnels hidden under the rotten flesh for guerrilla warfare, use the spikes dropped from monsters to make weapons, and use the collected rotten liquid to refine poison that can temporarily paralyze the enemy.
Our life forms are also constantly evolving to adapt to war.
Every victory is accompanied by the sacrifices of countless tribesmen, but our desire to get rid of the predicament at the bottom becomes more and more determined.
Now that you have embarked on this path, you have to go all the way to the top.
Become the master of this world, the devourer at the top of the food chain as mentioned by our ancestors, and no longer worry about safety.
There are endless enemies on that climbing road, and we climb up on the corpses of our own people.
Each generation is a stepping stone for the next generation and the only evolutionary fulcrum for those who come after.
This is a heartbreaking evolutionary history.
In order to survive the venom of the Crystallized Vine Tribe, we gnawed on rotten grass with anti-venom genes, watching the bodies of our fellow tribesmen swell and burst in convulsions, with green juice splashing on the rock walls... until the carapace of the survivors oozed a faint green color, which was the poison in the body. The precipitated armor. From then on, the ends of our chelicerae began to secrete substances that can neutralize the crystallized venom, which also became our weapon to defeat the Crystalized Vine Clan. In order to resist the tempting sound waves of the Mingsha Clan, we learned to adjust the resonance frequency of the carapace to a specific band.
The consciousness of countless tribesmen collapsed during resonance evolution experiments. Some carapace shattered on their own due to high-frequency vibrations, and some tentacles were as stiff as dead branches. In the end, the tribe's auditory system evolved the ability to "sound wave filtering".
In order to solve the chaotic clan control system, we evolved the cluster Mental Network that can carry the thoughts of all clan members.
When we defeated these powerful enemies, we found that the challenge was not over yet.
Every time you pass a strong enemy, an even more powerful force will appear.
When we become the strongest force in that region, we are faced with the challenge of "higher intelligent beings".
They are smarter than us.
This is also the first time we know that wisdom can also be a weapon.
Our evolution relies on memory fragments in genes, while their evolution relies on inheritance, writing knowledge on paper or engraving it on information crystals. It can also pass on the wisdom of generations to future generations through language.
A young intelligent creature can use the traps left by his ancestors as soon as he leaves the clan, but we need to sacrifice countless clan members in order to gain some survival experience.
Compared with them, we are too weak.
But we never give up on the road to the top.
Since it cannot compete with wisdom, it has evolved the power of absolute crushing.
In the endless confrontation, the development of the ethnic group fell into a death spiral and once again faced the crisis of genocide.
The group evolves in different directions, just to find a way to defeat the opponent.
Until an insect king proposed the "parasitism theory", using the power of powerful enemies to defeat powerful enemies.
The first batch of people who tried it paid a heavy price.
The tribesmen were crushed by the immune system in the flesh and blood of the host, and could not effectively parasitize at all.
But through continuous attempts, we still found the secret to parasitism.
We learned to live in the cracks of the nervous system, using the host's body to move around like vines wrapped around a tree trunk.
When the first parasitic intelligent creature raised its long bow and shot an arrow that accurately hit the heart of its own kind, we saw fear in the eyes of the intelligent creatures for the first time.
It turns out that for advanced intelligent beings, emotions are a sharper weapon than pain.
Evolution accelerated in the fighting years that followed.
We are no longer obsessed with forging a harder carapace. In order to better parasitize, we have made ourselves as thin as hair, able to easily penetrate skin, bones, and even gaps in armor.
The parasitized host will retain complete memories and skills, but will be controlled by our consciousness at critical moments, like a puppet with strings. A silent infiltration plan is brewing.
The best friend in their eyes was laughing and talking about the future together one second, and the next second he would stab a poisoned dagger into their heads. An experienced hunter would lead the entire group into the trap we set.
This tactic of "killing with a borrowed knife" is a hundred times more efficient than Brute Force, but it has also completely reduced us to a pest in the mouth of intelligent beings.
But this is not enough.
The parasitized host will eventually die, and the decay of flesh and blood will make us lose our breeding ground.
As a result, the ethnic group began to study preservation technology.
We secrete special mucus that keeps the dead body alive, and the nerve endings never wither under the nourishment of mucus.
When the first corpse of an intelligent creature wrapped in mucus appeared in the form of "resurrection", we saw the collapse of the enemy. Because in addition to us, they faced compatriots who were desecrated in their eyes.
The more critical breakthrough came from an unexpected fusion.
Since the parasitic body was already mutilated, the tribesmen suddenly came up with the idea of merging the two mutilated bodies and continuing to use them.
This idea has been proven feasible in countless experiments.
Two completely different life characteristics compete to achieve a brief balance in the mucus.
The insect kings realized that flesh, flesh and debris could not only serve as hosts, but could also be spliced and reorganized like building blocks.
Thus, the era of suture body has arrived.
We graft the heads of intelligent creatures onto the bodies of other species, combining different life structures to create a more powerful suture.
But this process is extremely difficult.
Every splicing is a challenge to "natural life".
There is serious instability in suturing life, and there will always be mutual exclusion.
This causes the sutured body to suddenly turn into a puddle of smelly mud during battle, or to suddenly explode.
But suture body technology is advancing rapidly.
Through this technology, we stepped on the fear of intelligent creatures and reached the pinnacle of Small World step by step.
Our strength is never a transformation that happens overnight, but every struggle is engraved into our genes, so that every inch of growth for those who come after us is based on the steps paved by the lives of our predecessors.
At this point, we became the rulers of the Bloodstone world.
The inquiry issued by the first ancestor who was born with spiritual wisdom was echoed at this moment.
We have successfully stood at the end point that our ancestors dreamed of: the apex of the food chain.
But this is just our self-righteous "Eternal". The new crisis has been quietly buried and fermented under the catalysis of time.
Eight hundred years as world ruler.
The number of ethnic groups has expanded to cover every inch of land in Small World.
The newly born insect eggs emerge from the soil and bite each other as soon as their tentacles poke out of the ground.
Even the barren soil has been eaten away, and the only energy that can be used for hatching is the bodies of the same race.
We once thought that "life suture technology" could solve all problems.
But when the remains of the last intelligent creature were pieced together into the suture body, we discovered that the world we conquered had already turned into an empty shell through endless gnawing.
The earth has lost the veins of energy flow, and has cracked into spiderweb-like ravines.
The light in the sky is getting dimmer and dimmer, and even the energy turbulence has become thinner.
The world is drying up.
The insect kings were afraid of this.
We can sew the body, but we cannot mend the disintegrating earth. We can control the host, but we cannot prevent the last trace of energy in the air from being sucked dry. The youngest members of the tribe died in large numbers. Since they were born, they did not have enough energy to maintain the hardness of their carapace, and they would break with the slightest touch. The consciousness network of the tribe is filled with unprecedented despair.
We stand at the top of the food chain, only to find that the top is sinking into the bottomless abyss.
Just when we were in despair, a turning point came.
The tribesmen found the answer to the problem in a ruins left by intelligent creatures.
There is a huge amount of knowledge stored there.
Among them is the record "World Origin".
Intelligent beings have long discovered the limitations of the world. They have always been studying how to refine the original energy of the world, and even drew a map of passages across space.
But before we had time to put it into practice, we were exterminated.
This may be a way to save the race: refining the world and crossing space.
Use the technology of intelligent creatures to refine the origin of the entire world into the origin land, and take it away from here.
This is a big gamble.
Refining the world means completely destroying the homeland we rely on for survival, but if we don't do this, the only thing waiting for our race is to die together.
We built the refining array in the center of the world according to the methods left by the intelligent creatures.
The insect kings personally sit in the center of the formation and use their own consciousness to guide the flow of source energy.
That is a more painful process than evolution. Every time it is guided, the body of the Insect King will turn into a part of energy and merge into the light of the refining array. When the first ray of original energy is extracted, the collapse of the world begins.
Ash keeps falling from the sky, that is the world crying.
We witnessed the earth withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the mountains turning into a torrent of energy flowing into the formation, without any hesitation.
At that moment, we realized something.
Perhaps, in the eyes of our ancestors, the "end" is not a fixed place, but the hope that the ethnic group can continue forever.
When the last piece of land turned into a point of light and merged into the core, the world was left with only one piece of shining land, and a large number of tribesmen were simultaneously refined in the process.
According to the map provided by the intelligent beings, we used the last energy to activate the space channel and start the transmission.
At the other end of the passage is a sight we have never seen before.
The sky is broader than the home world, filled with colorful clouds, and the energy in the air is so rich that it almost condenses into liquid... Later we learned that this world is called: Monster World.
The moment we arrived at Monster World, we were suspended high in the sky, looking at the continuous mountains and forests below.
At this time, we only have one piece of our original homeland, which is the condensed weight of the entire hometown world, and is also our final inheritance across life and death. The road that intelligent beings have not been able to complete will be continued by us "evil insects".
When we first come into contact with this world, we feel its vastness.
And a new fight and climb is about to begin.
This time, we will still fight for evolution and survival.
In this new land, survive until you reach the top of the world again.
But the cruelty of Monster World is far beyond our imagination.
There are many powerful races here. Those races that are naturally powerful possess divine power from the moment they are born, and they can cause mountains to collapse and the earth to fall apart with every move they make.
We are weak, but in their eyes we are nothing but insignificant ants.
The shackles of the upper limit of life are like an insurmountable mountain, and the crisis of genocide will come at any time.
Every time we clash with powerful tribes, we will be easily defeated.
We watched helplessly as the corpses of our tribe members piled up in mountains, as fear and despair spread within the tribe.
There is only one reason why we have survived many times.
The powerful tribes don't care whether our remaining tribesmen pose a threat to them, and are unwilling to waste time killing us all. This is war in our eyes, but in the eyes of the powerful tribes, it is noise that can be crushed with just a lift of a foot.
Perhaps the resources in this world are too abundant, and we have no value in the eyes of the powerful tribes.
They even feel that attacking us is a waste of time.
We don't care about this kind of contempt, we are just glad to have survived.
But we won't give in.
After repeated defeats, the insect kings gathered together and once again made painful evolutionary choices.
We need to break through, otherwise we will always be at the bottom of this world.
The insect kings believe that our shortcoming is the fragility of our life forms and life structures, which cannot be compared with the race of Monster World.
We will spend our whole lives unable to touch the power that the surrounding powerful tribes had when they were born.
Although body suturing technology is a shortcut to becoming stronger, it is a road that quenches thirst and cannot break through the limits.
Our strength is completely limited by the strength of the flesh and blood we collect.
The Insect King believes that we need to change our own life form and become a new life with a better life structure than the descendants of the powerful race.
Huge amounts of knowledge are stored in Information Stone left by intelligent life.
In this knowledge, the Insect King found a technology similar to suturing body life.
By smelting different ores to create metal, a mechanical body that can upload and carry consciousness is created.
This is a technology specifically designed to serve the seriously injured, allowing them to continue living as a machine.
This technology gives us inspiration.
But in testing, we found that we seemed to have chosen the wrong path.
We try to inject consciousness into the mechanical puppets we create. Those bodies made of spiritual minerals can indeed carry the flow of consciousness. But our consciousness is a flowing insect swarm. Like water, it needs the flexibility of the container, and the rigid structure of the mechanical body will only cause the consciousness to shatter in the collision.
Forcibly driving the mechanical body to fight, the consciousness will be torn into countless pieces by the energy flowing in the circuit.
We realize that machinery is dead and that only flesh and blood can adapt to us.
Although ore can be smelted into a fixed shape, flesh and blood can grow, adapt, and evolve during the smelting process.
This is also the innate talent of our clan: flesh and blood manipulation.
What we want is not a container to carry consciousness, but a flesh and blood body that can coexist with consciousness, so that it can become the real one: the new self. Thus, the "God-making Project" began.
The purpose is to study flesh and blood technology and create a new life that can carry us.
During this period, we are also studying the use of "original land".
Every failed attempt during this period will waste a lot of spiritual resources.
There are too few areas where we can move freely, and we simply cannot gather enough resources to spend on the research and development of new technologies.
This dilemma lasted for three hundred years.
Until a terrible war came.
The prologue of this war started with the thunder that tore the sky apart.
We were hiding in a lair deep underground and heard Roar coming from above our heads, like countless mountains colliding.
Some brave tribesmen got out of the ground to spy, and then disappeared never to return.
In the picture transmitted back to Mental Network, the powerful creatures that covered the sky and the sun were fighting, and every collision caused the earth to open countless ravines tens of thousands of meters long.
We have never seen such a horrific war.
The ethnic conflicts in Small World, in the face of this war, are like microorganisms devouring each other in our eyes. They are not in the same dimension at all. During this period, the earth's crust trembled violently. In order to avoid the aftermath of the war, we continued to go deep underground.
During this period, tribesmen successively went to the surface to understand the situation and sent back pictures.
The powerful tribes around us that usually make us fearful also died like ants in this war.
And this disaster also became an opportunity for our clan to rise.
On the day the war ended, the world suddenly fell into Deathly Stillness. We crawled out of the ground carefully, and the dazzling sunlight made our compound eyes sting. The once continuous mountains had disappeared and were replaced by endless plains of corpses.
The air is filled with the rich smell of blood, but it carries an unprecedented rich Qi and Blood, which is the life energy that escapes after the death of countless strong men. The war that makes us fear has brought us rich flesh and blood nutrients, giving us inexhaustible resources to explore Find the way to the future. Even we no longer need to capture the weak creatures of Monster World, the complete life sequence chain that can be referenced and studied has already covered the earth. The end of this war is also the starting point for our tribe to officially climb to the top of Monster World.
These powerful creatures who died in the war bring us countless inspirations
During this period, we combined the technologies left behind by intelligent creatures and tried to make the original land of our home world into rules.
Using earth as the furnace base and bones as the furnace walls, we create a life furnace that can give birth to new life for us.
After countless attempts, a giant furnace was built across the entire Corpse Plain. The original land was the support for the furnace bottom, the corpses of the strong clans were the skeleton of the furnace body, and the surging red-gold energy flow was the natural fuse of the furnace.
When the first batch of experimental subjects were put into the furnace, the entire furnace body was shaking.
We selected tens of thousands of complete corpses of the strong clan's war dead and arranged them in the furnace according to the complementarity of their life sequences.
But several attempts ended in failure.
We never gave up, analyzing the life structures of different strong men from a microscopic level, and clumsily looking for the possibility of success.
We rejoice when the first new life emerges from the slurry.
This body has broken away from the insect body form and has a growth limit that we have been unable to reach before.
It can carry the consciousness of the ethnic group. As long as it is integrated with it, a new ethnic group will be born.
But we gave up this new body.
Although this body has great potential for growth, it cannot touch the perfection we desire.
If we set it as the future, we will be bound by its upper limit of life.
Not choosing means there is still room for improvement.
In the years that followed, the flames of the Bloodstone furnace burned even more intensely.
We are no longer obsessed with the success of a single body, and begin to catalyze thousands of life embryos at the same time.
But this road to becoming a god is far more difficult than we imagine.
We once thought that as long as we analyzed enough life structures of strong people, we could piece together a perfect body.
We disassembled, reassembled, tested, and searched for Optimal Solution among the wreckage of countless sutures.
The birth of the first new life gives us hope. It breaks away from the limitations of the Zerg's fragile body, can carry greater energy, and has the potential to continue to evolve.
Each subsequent new life is optimized based on the previous batch.
But we found that the problem still exists.
The upper limit of new life is still locked within the known framework.
No matter how we optimize it, its growth limit will ultimately be unable to surpass the powerful ones it integrates with.
We realize that true perfection is not patchwork, but breakthrough.
So, we continue to improve.
The fire burned more intensely.
But after five hundred years of hard work and savings, we still haven't broken through this shackles of life.
We are not the creation gods. Even with the blessing of the Bloodstone furnace, we seem unable to create a truly perfect life form.
Completely stuck in development dilemma.
Until his appearance gave us hope.
Preliminary combat tests show that the abilities possessed by his pure body are different from any life form we have analyzed.
It was not until we captured him and conducted in-depth research that we were able to confirm our suspicion.
His life structure has no concept of "limits" and is inherently filled with infinite possibilities.
The life formula we have analyzed hundreds of millions of times is like a childish toy in front of his life structure.
He is the key we have been waiting for.
It will also help us start the leap to becoming a god.
The final step of the plan to become a god, which has been sealed for many years, has now begun.
We use the Bloodstone rules as the altar and hundreds of millions of people as fuel.
We melt our consciousness into the fireworks of leap, and melt the insect body into the steps for the "new self" to ascend to the gods.
From now on, I no longer have to borrow anyone's body, and I don't have to hide in the shadows to survive.
Our own blood flows in our bodies, and our own bones hold up our bodies... We are the fusion of billions of selves: the new self. Our name is three words tempered by the resonance of billions of selves in the depths of life: Evil Gu Insect.
Insects transform into dragons, not to soar into the clouds and ride in the mist, but only to crush the overwhelming sky.
The road of climbing will continue.
They say that the "sky" of Monster World is a chasm, a dome that insects can never reach.
But they forgot that when we emerged from the rotten soil, we knew how to use our chelicerae to dig out the first stone blocking the road.
At this pinnacle, in addition to the naturally powerful races, there are also races like ours that have forcibly carved a way out of mud, blood, and broken bones. We are not afraid of failure, and we have experienced countless failures.
In memory Roar.
Rules are the guide, and flesh and blood are the firewood.
The bodies of billions of evil Gu insects collapsed in the furnace flames of Bloodstone. Their carapace shattered and their flesh and blood evaporated. However, at the moment of death, the purest source of life was injected into the body of the new self.
Every drop of blood is boiling and turned into runes, and every nerve is burning and condensed into the traces of the "new self".
Their consciousness did not dissipate, but was cast by the fire of rules, like rivers returning to the sea, and converged into an infinite ocean of consciousness in the body of the new self.
From now on there is no longer us, but me.
There are no longer clusters, but individuals.
Memories blend, thoughts resonate, billions of different cognitions collide and reorganize in the furnace, and finally weave into a new self that transcends the ordinary. When all matter and consciousness are gathered together.
Deep in the furnace, a pair of indifferent golden eyes slowly opened.
This time, there was no more confusion in my eyes.
"I am, Eternal."
The huge Bloodstone furnace continued to collapse, and finally turned into a blood-colored crystal projection in the hands of the humanoid figure.
As for the origin of the rules, they have long been integrated into the body.
At this moment, even the original land of my hometown was officially promoted to the rule: Bloodstone according to the final will of the Evil Gu Insect Clan.
Xie Gu stood in the air, overlooking the earth, with mountains, rivers and rivers in full view.
Then he looked up at the boundless sky of Monster World.
The long blood-colored hair danced in the wind, and countless "I"s appeared in its mind on the long climb from the rot soil to Monster World, and a wanton smile appeared on the corner of its mouth:
"Hungry."