Poof.
Silk threads that emitted light suddenly emerged from the chariot in the closed treatment room. They tore up the old man's hospital clothes and began to wrap around his body. The medical staff and observers who discovered this were shocked at the same time. Phew, the former began to prepare biochemical suits and prepared to go in to observe what the abnormal situation was, but the latter began to dial the numbers in the communication circle, hurriedly informing the upper management.
"This is... a thread made of flesh, blood and energy? It wraps the chariot!"
"Life activity is greatly increasing. Oh my god, isn't this a disease? It's really evolution?!"
"Quick, inform the elders!"
Soon, many acquaintances of the tank, including the members of the original tank team who had been isolated, came to the tank that had turned into a cocoon, biting their lips, and stretched out the iron wall, which had been dizzy in the past few days. She took action, wanting to touch the cocoon of energy that looked radiant and holy, but seemed to be afraid of disturbing the 'evolution' of the chariot, so she retracted her hand.
"Come on, captain, if this is an evolution, you must get through it!"
The woman secretly encouraged the chariot and clenched her fists, her eyes full of nervousness and anticipation.
However, no one noticed that invisible threads were spreading in the atmosphere, just like hunting tentacles, aiming at them hungrily.
—Sublimation requires energy.
Perhaps, individuals with special qualifications can complete physical transformation and become new super life larvae without extra energy, relying on their excellent adaptability... But the vast majority of life, without special extraordinary qualifications, think To completely change the nature of one's life requires an extremely large amount of energy.
The most primitive way for living things to obtain energy is to eat. If it cannot absorb enough energy within a certain period of time, even if the evolution is completed, it will be devoured by the violent body and turn into withered bones without even a soul.
As for the source of food... isn't this what you are looking at? Among them are some super-powered individuals who are also evolving like themselves... They have all been swallowed up. It does not need companions or existences close to itself.
The sharp and transparent silk tentacles filled with decomposition fluid quickly sprang out and shot towards the individual closest to the cocoon, that is, the woman in white who was praying with her eyes closed. Even if the other party was called 'Iron Wall', A person with abilities who can generate an extraordinary shield that can withstand all attacks will definitely die at this moment as long as she is unprepared and does not use her abilities.
No one had time to react, and no one would be so wary. Facing old partners, old superiors, and old friends, even if they were a little confused and incomprehensible, no one who would rush here as soon as possible would. Dark hostility arises in the heart.
Therefore, the thread ran through the iron wall's shoulders.
And then... that's it.
Standing frozen here.
"Team... Captain?!"
He couldn't feel the pain, and could only see a silvery silk thread connected to his body from the cocoon. But even so, Tiebi didn't care about himself at the first time, but was shocked by the old man's change. Hu Anxie: "What's wrong with you?! This silver thread..."
But soon, Tiebi and other alert people discovered that the silver radiance was not the light emitted by the giant cocoon itself... but another kind of radiance that overflowed from somewhere inside the cocoon.
That's a hand.
A mediocre 'glove'.
Inside the cocoon.
The hazy chariot suddenly woke up. He clasped his right hand tightly. There was a glove there, a glove inlaid with silver gems.
Before the God of Steel left, he left a glove called 'Inheritance' for all the superpowers in this world.
On the gloves, the silver gems emitted light. In the distance, the giant god who sensed something sent a message and began to use another method to wrestle with the source of all plagues, inhibiting the extreme biological transformation of its holder and interrupting the name of the world. The process of 'death to new life'.
And this conflict awakened the chariot's original self-will.
In the cocoon, the old man's dim eyes suddenly brightened.
"Ah...are those really my thoughts?!"
Using his own perspective and his own heart to experience his own changes and indifference, the old man shuddered as he examined his own changes, experiencing his impatient and indifferent form. Faced with all gentleness and kindness, he felt himself The ruthlessness, the unnecessary contempt for all human-to-human emotions in his heart... He is afraid, not of fear of change, but of fear that his heart is so fragile and can be distorted so easily and regarded as... My own opinion.
The silver thread was slowly pulled out, causing a string of blood to appear on Tie Bi's shoulder. Several ability users immediately rushed forward and used their atmospheric abilities to isolate the chariot from the air interaction with other people in the room. Among them, The iron wall attacked by the chariot was also vaguely isolated. The voices calling for soul puppets and attacking ability users could be heard. Facing the obviously mutated chariot, everyone was on heightened alert.
At this time, the cocoon, which was emitting silver light, slowly began to move, which immediately sparked a louder discussion. Several medical ability users and observers began to argue fiercely whether they needed to continue treatment or annihilate them on the spot. But before the two parties could come up with an answer, the silver cocoon began to slowly separate and open, revealing the true situation inside the cocoon.
"Ugh..."
"What, what is this?!"
"Uh... um. This..."
It can be seen that in the seemingly holy cocoon, what appears is the body of the chariot that has begun to dissolve from the chest and abdomen, and has been dissolved in half. The old man's wrinkled and scarred body is gradually becoming shriveled. , but in the dissolved parts, there is new flesh and blood being bred, and greedily devouring the old man's flesh, turning it into his own nutrition.
However, the old man's body and his own super power cannot complete this transformation, so it wants to devour more... It feels that it can succeed, unlike most others who cannot succeed even if they absorb nutrients. Compared with the same kind, it feels that it is lucky enough. It is the chosen one. The chance is one in a hundred billion that it can successfully evolve and become an unprecedentedly powerful individual!
However, it heard it and made a tired and decisive voice.
"kill me."
The old man said this, Chariot's face was full of calm: "Quickly, kill me, or you will die."
He was once entangled, but now he is calm. He was once wavered, but now he is determined. The old man's tone carried an irresistible command tone: "I have been eroded, and now I am only temporarily awake. If you don't kill me now, I..."
Poof.
The squirming new flesh and blood suddenly jumped up and swallowed part of the old man's flesh and blood, but this did not stop Chariot from speaking. He just paused for a moment, and then looked around with a regretful and sad look in his eyes. He saw his former team members, who were using fear and worry to rush forward to attack the iron wall of new flesh and blood. He could hear the sound of wheelchairs in the distance, which was another old guy rushing over.
He wanted to say goodbye, but there was not enough time. The message sent by the God of Steel from the distant place could only tell him part of the truth, making him temporarily sober... In short, this was probably Chariot, and in the end, he was Chariot. time, so he wants to die in his own identity.
"I am a special case. I have not infected other individuals yet. The extreme virus is a selfish virus. It will only spread on a large scale if the first host does not meet the requirements. It will not be able to successfully evolve if it has only a small chance of successful evolution." It will allow the emergence of other evolved individuals. Therefore, do not isolate those of the same kind who may just be caught in the rain and get sick. Absolutely, absolutely do not be afraid of your brothers and sisters, and absolutely do not separate us individuals from each other again. Beast."
The old man forcibly suppressed his instinctive defense thoughts. He withdrew the super life form's instinctive self-defense bit by bit, turned off the magic shield, turned off the etheric stance, turned off his own super-speed regeneration, and turned off the six elements. For protection, Chariot smiled peacefully. He lovingly looked at the iron wall with tears flowing out in front of him, revealing his defenseless and evolving body in front of everyone.
"Superpowers and extraordinary strength... aren't they a kind of plague that brings benefits, is self-infectious, and self-replicates? Just like the mitochondria in our cells... Thousands of years ago, the steel fragments of the world of Hyboria fell , turned our ancestors into supermen, and also caused them to suffer from a disease called 'different'. They and we both consider ourselves to be superpowers, not Siberians, so our ancestors and Siberians Isolated and become a self-centered beast.”
Facing the superpower who has begun to accumulate power and prepare to attack, the old man has no fear at all. He is no longer afraid of death. Similarly, he is no longer afraid of hunger, and is no longer afraid of everything that his instinct fears. Now, he finally understands Understanding the true meaning of wisdom, it is not a tool used to satisfy desires, but a tool to defeat and control desires. That is the difference between being born as a human being and not as an animal!
And at this moment, he finally understood everything that had happened to the pre-Hibernian civilization.
When the plague named superpower spreads on the ordinary continent, and when the number of self-righteous beasts becomes more and more numerous, the intelligent civilization collapses.
-We... It took us two reincarnations to heal the pain... The esper who sacrificed the pre-Hibernian civilization and killed all the beasts, Fatlolvi's tombstone is there... He is watching We, therefore we must not, absolutely must not become beasts worse than that tyrant!
"—Compared to the continuation of the bloodline, what is more important is the continuation of the spirit!"
"-Compared to living in confusion, I would rather die clearly!"
At this moment, the legion commander who finally arrived, an old man in a wheelchair, came to the door of the ward. He heard what Chariot had said before. This man had fought with Chariot for many years and had faced him together. Under the siege of the soul puppet, the old man facing the desolate land wanted to cry, but there were no tears in his withered tear sac. Therefore, all he could hear was the withered but determined voice of the high-ranking government official who came as quickly as possible. The voice ordered in a deep voice: "Attack!"
"Let Chariot rest in peace—leave no trace—annihilate him completely!"
After receiving the order, the ability user who was finally able to attack roared, whether it was fear or sadness, and poured the accumulated fire and thunder onto the once glorious cocoon. The sound of the flames burning flesh and blood could be heard... the incomparable pain invaded. Although he possessed the old man's biological instincts, he still forcibly shut down all his body's instinctive defense skills, allowing the thunder and flames, which could only be regarded as food for him, to destroy him bit by bit.
In the flames, the chariot could no longer see or hear, his eyes had been burned, and his eardrums no longer existed, so he could not see the painful expression of the legion commander folding his wrinkles, nor could he hear the other backs and friends. The sad call, the old man was very calm at the last moment. He just smiled and said the last few words intermittently with his vocal cords that were not burned out yet and could still vibrate to make sounds.
"Trust, cooperate, share, and jointly resist disasters and enemies... With courage and hope, look ahead and high in the sky. Even if we lose our lives, we must not forget these principles."
"This is what I dream of, the civilization that belongs to the Siberian people!"
…
The world of stars.
Joshua, who had already arrived at the front line, suddenly sighed.
[Ask: Why sigh, Radcliffe, the situation outside is very critical?]
"No... just witnessing the end of a life and the transmission of a spirit."
Said lightly, the warrior squinted his eyes and looked at the dark stars in the distance: "Perhaps, this is the difference... desire and wisdom, beast and civilization."
"And not chaos, but the difference between chaos and order."
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