May 28, 2o25, civil unrest in the Middle East, Kazakhstan.

The civil strife began with a massive insect plague, where wriggling mollusks filled the streets and alleys, derived from decaying corpses, nested in the stomach and intestines of humans, and scrept into the most intractable places, almost pervasive, and unguardable.

The people of Kazakhstan are so desperate that they can't swallow their precious food, because most of it may also contain nematodes that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

If you don't eat it, you will die, and if you eat it, you will die even worse, every time someone has convulsions due to gastrointestinal cramps, his mouth, nose, navel, and anus will come out with a lot of wriggling parasites.

Humans have become petri dishes for insects; Kazakhstan, on the other hand, has been reduced to a Zerg farm.

Desperate with their children in their arms, the Kazakh women rushed out of the siege in their hearts, armed with gasoline and torches, and incinerated themselves in a swarm of wriggling insects, and then separated by the bite of the vicious insects.

The sea of fire in the sky accompanied the last struggle of the woman and the child, roaring miserably on the territory of Kazakhstan, obsession, resentment, hopelessness, and pain intertwined into a tragic note, running through the chaotic Middle East, making the powerless men cry bitterly, but helplessly realize that they can't change a bit.

The civilization of Kazakhstan is slowly dying out, and in a way that has been invaded to the point where there is no counterattack, it has made room for the powerful alien race to survive and enough rich nourishment.

A new round of terror spreads in the Big 6, and the silent threat sweeps through the surrounding areas, reaching the very edge of Russia. However, the unaffected areas sympathize with the misfortune of Kazakhstan on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are glad that their country has been spared the catastrophe, and they want to go to Kazakhstan to save people. Most of them are reluctant to do so.

Just kidding, self-protection is a problem, why do you want to save people with righteousness?

Can righteousness be eaten as food? Wash and sleep! Rescue a group of Kazakhs, who knows if they brought a few parasites, if they press the disaster on their heads because of compassion, it will be a big loss!

It is better to abandon Kazakhstan and truly abandon it as a dead land. Even if all you save is a moment of peace for yourself. For them, it's also a kind of satisfaction.

In the last days, there is no compassion. Sympathetic people are either strong or dead, and more often than not, the strong do not care about the lives of civilians at all.

The state of affairs in this world is more and more worrisome. But most people are still immersed in the days of getting by, calmly accepting the life that has long been tasted.

Kyrgyzstan. Bishkek fortress, the first real yàn room.

Zell was holding a newborn variant, and his elongated nails simply snapped its umbilical cord. The mutant stared at Zell's face with its vertical pupils open, and its long forked tongue spat out. Faintly revealing the sharp teeth that are gradually growing in the gums.

He brushed aside the fetal membranes and flesh coats wrapped around the mutant's body, and his eyes reflected the long joints of the child's lower body, and laughed softly. Newborn. Variant, semicentipede.t virus is a product of human and animal genes, a total of six pairs of legs, with a body length of one meter and a half.

Zell seemed to be in a good mood, and he "gently" placed the newborn in a nearby conservatory, which was filled with swarthy wriggling worms. Eat, eat as much as you want, hungry children, and in the end, whether you survive or they survive, it is a rare help.

The battle between insects and insects, the juice and the corpses stained the cultivation tank, and "Zel" watched their fight with a blank face, until he turned his gaze away for a while, and slowly put it on the dying mother in Taichung.

"Ma'am, how does it feel to give birth to a monster?" He said the most unbearable words of a mother in a warm and jade-like voice, but he enjoyed it, "You see, how healthy it is, it is more suitable for living in the last days than a human newborn, and it is more suitable for inheriting the blood of your 'human'."

Tears flowed from the mother's eyes, she raised her hand weakly and pointed at "Zel", her hoarse voice could barely catch a sentence: "Evil...... Demon...... You're not, not an oracle...... You are...... Demonic ......"

"Heh......" he chuckled, a coldness in his indifferent eyes, "What am I, but I am not a human title. The only person who can give me a title will always be the opponent whom I approve."

"As for you, you're just a toy."

Zell's perennially gentle eyes gradually cooled, and finally, condensed into indissolvable indifference, and continued: "Although you know something, you are going to die."

Moreover, even if you die tragically, it will not change the respect and belief that the Kyrgyz have for him.

One is just a useless civilian, and the other is a "divine messenger" who has been pushed to a high position, and it is a gift that he can save her, and it is also a gift if he can't save her. In Kyrgyzstan, where morality has been led astray, the meaning of "zel" has become "light".

The mother's lower body continued to gush out a large area of blood, she twitched her limbs, and looked at "Zell" with extremely frightened eyes, and after a while, the muscles of the mother's cheeks twitched vigorously a few times, and vague syllables emerged from the throat canal, and the hands that were raised just now fell straight down.

"Smack-"

Blood dripped to the ground, swaying bright blood stains, and the mother died with a sense of resentment, not only for what happened to her, but also for the child who had become a monster.

Seven months pregnant, the carcass seems to be infected and changes frequently. A serious illness is menacing, which greatly increases the already unbearable burden of the family. In this country where the status of women is not very high, in order to catch her breath and fight for hope, her husband personally sent her into the real yàn room.

But who knows, waiting for her in the real yàn room. [,！ It is not the "oracle" of the gods, but the ...... Death.

Centipede...... Bugger...... Child......

In the second before she died, she seemed to guess something, but unfortunately, some secrets were destined to be brought only into the urn.

As soon as the person died, "Zel" pressed a small button, and this real yàn room, which he had modified three times, had long since been separated from the "mortal fetus", and every joint revealed an imperceptible trap.

The platform tilted slowly, and the raised bracket at the upper end sent the female corpse below, and at the same time, the alloy on the floor suddenly opened, and a pitch-black hole emerged. There was a smoky stench from below, and vaguely, there seemed to be some strange creature staring at Zell until ...... The fishy smell of the female corpses diverted their attention.

"Let's eat!" He smiled and looked at the female corpse that was torn apart in an instant, and closed the dark hole with his own hands, "It's just a snack."

If he can give the so-called "Yin Yuan" to his pet, his evolution plan will be more complete.

At a certain point, "Zell" is the same kind of person as Yunmo. Yun Mo used his poisonous juice to raise the alien, and then used the alien to complete his evolution; And "Zel" raised the Zerg with his own blood, and also wanted to use the king of the Zerg to promote his own ascension.

One is a "human"-based mecha, and the other is a "human"-based intelligence. Their game has already started before it is clear that they exist in each other, and the process will only intensify, and the result can only be life and death.

Yun Mo will not tolerate the wisdom seed, and the wisdom seed will never allow the existence that threatens him to be left behind.

This secret battle that started from "Yin Yuan" has stretched the two kings who are also in the shadows into a straight line, and the generals will compete with each other, and the big 6 sea area will eventually become a chessboard, and birds and beasts will eventually become soldiers.

It's just that now they are still testing and speculating with each other, with the taboo in their hearts that they dare not assert, invading the bottom line of both sides step by step.

"Yin Yuan ......" He picked up the information that was about to be turned over again, as if there was no flash of suspicion, "Thirteen years old, talent 'plunder'...... The zombies that suddenly appeared after the end of the world......"

A qiē data shows that all the information is telling him, "Yin Yuan" is the "ultimate weapon" he needs to find.

Obviously, according to the information he had at hand, he could deduce that the information of "Yin Yuan" did match Andros's joint point, but it was strange that this was too much of a coincidence!

It's like a sleepy person giving him a pillow, even if it takes him a little effort to crack the code on the information, it doesn't mean that the information is the part he needs the most.

What's more, it's too easy to get your hands on...... There's always a little bit of discomfort.

He thought he was up against a strong opponent, but now his men can't get past a round. The huge sense of disparity will always make people feel uncomfortable, and then become ...... Out of anger!

Of course, if "Yin Yuan" is just a chess piece, then the value of the opponent is really worth his weighing, but the "weighing" of the wisdom seed will never be anything good.

The mutant's immature little hand slapped on the glass, and its vertical pupils reflected the face of "Zell", revealing a bit of human dependence in its eyes. As the first face to meet after opening his eyes, the mutant is very sensitive to the emotional reaction of "Zell".

Zell, on the other hand, only glanced at him and poured another pile of wriggling worms into the culture vat. He watched indifferently as the mutant baby rose and fell in the sea of worms, and finally, the scaly child devoured all the worms and stirred the culture jar into a pulp.

At the same time, a girl with a doll in her arms stands silently in the isolation room, half angel and half demon, her ugly eyes staring at the newborn, the long tongue in her mouth sweeping, as if she cares about the taste of the other party.

In the first real yàn room, all the variants should not be underestimated, they are the third trump card in the hands of "Zel" in addition to the Alien troops on the surface, the Zerg! (To be continued)

PS: Mo Fang, hold me tight! That's just Xiaoyu's dream!