Luo was sharing a fat root with his insects, with a cane like a twisted small intestine, a purple-red skin like rotting entrails, roots tangled like tentacles of an octopus, and a dark red flesh like blood.

But it exudes an extremely attractive fragrance.

In this barren land, Luo actually found this kind of root that should belong to the leguminous vine plant.

In the old days, it used to be called "Shage", and those who had the same eye color, hair color, and skin color as Luo also affectionately called it sweet potato.

As for the tinder, Lo could easily drain the water from the twisted vines of the tuber, and rub it quickly enough to make it burn hot.

The smell of this food, which could barely have been found in the Lost Trench, was enough to make the hungry insect salivate when it had been licked by the flames.

Luo even used the sturdy and slender cane of this plant to weave a rough swaddling swaddle, and tied his own sacrificial beast, whose name was still unknown, to his back like he once carried a baby girl.

Lowe even tried over and over again if he could find the roses mentioned in the old books in the dead trench, but he finally came to a cruel conclusion.

The land is not fertile enough.

Relying on his own super-level skills, Luo left and his followers far behind.

The road ahead is still endless, and the heavens and the earth are still dead and silent, without the slightest life.

This desperate silence made Luo truly feel the fear of Eris and the despair of being abandoned by the whole world.

Hakuya had experienced the despair that Lo felt once, but not because he had been abandoned, but because he had been discovered.

Medusa spotted him, above the wilderness outside the base of Alik's company.

Faced with Medusa, who showed a look of doubt towards him, he chose to flee.

He sensed a threat from the other person, a life-threatening threat, and although Medusa didn't seem to show any unfriendly expression, Hades fled.

The brutal truth is, he didn't escape!

In front of Medusa, Luo has no chance to escape, let alone has been deliberately imitating Luo's underworld.

"Who are you? How dare you grow like this! ”

The escape of the underworld finally caused the anger that Medusa had been suppressing to finally explode.

It was Lo who the Marquis asked Medusa to pay attention to and take extra care of, not the imposter in front of him who looked almost exactly like Lo, but had gray-white skin.

The face was almost indistinguishable from that of Luo, and in Luo, Medusa felt very comfortable. In the underworld, however, she felt extremely glaring.

So, Medusa got her hands dirty.

"Why do you have black pupils!"

With a fluttering punch, Medusa slammed her not-so-thin body high into the air.

"You dare to have the same hair color as him!"

Before the Styx could land, the already bare little feet kicked the Styx back into the air again.

"Why don't you have the same skin as his!"

Ming, who had never said a word, was punched again because of his complexion.

Medusa's anger was finally vented.

Then Hades began to flee further, fleeing towards Alik.

Medusa didn't catch up a second time. Instead, she stood still, smiling at the swiftly fleeing figure, and whispered to herself.

"After a little less fighting, even the posture of running away is exactly the same!"

She didn't want Hades' life, she just vented her anger against Luo, her anger at Lo's acquiescence at Chief Alik for stealing the genetic potion of Yuxi City.

And that's all.

As for why Hades and Luo had exactly the same face, Medusa was not the slightest interested, there were so many impossible things in the wilderness that they were numbing.

Medusa, who had vented a little, had no intention of finding her beautiful high heels, so she walked barefoot slowly towards the wilderness ahead, in the direction of the Cardivan family research base.

She was going to Heidi and ask about something that was extremely important to her, and she trusted that Heidi would give her the most scientific and reasonable answers.

Lowe finally saw the first mutant creature after entering the Lost Sea Trench, and of course, he didn't see the beaten savage and its timid counterparts as mutants.

He didn't really beat the savage who mocked him, not because he was soft-hearted, but because he felt that it was difficult for him to grasp the scale of "beating", and he didn't want to turn the fat beating into killing.

Luo felt that he had never been so interested in a filthy mutated earthworm, a creature that was not very nutritious except for the skin and dirt, but he put it in his mouth anyway.

After eating the vine tubers long enough, he finally tasted the meat again.

Lowe's digestive system could easily digest the earthworm, which was already covered in fine scales and faintly crawling on its feet, and expelled the irradiated soil from its body through its skin.

From this point of view alone, it seems that Lowe can no longer be considered a pure human.

But he remained upright, and while crawling would make him feel safer, Lowe was obsessed with maintaining the most basic human features without being threatened with life or death.

The reddish-brown clay that filled the field of vision faded away, replaced by the bleak and cold frozen plains. The frozen soil was empty and pale, like a thick layer of coarse salt sprinkled on the surface of ice.

Lowe's sacrificial beast no longer wanted to stay on his back, but went down to the ground. Lowe's back was warm and safe, and it was extremely infatuated, but it was too big to lie in that swaddling swaddle.

Now it is a bit like a dolphin with wings, both in terms of appearance and size.

Streamlined body, pointed muzzle, flexible and sticky skin, white belly, and a pair of round and agile eyes.

Its two tentacles were nearly two meters long, like two hideous tentacles, swaying on both sides of its body, from time to time teasing the dark red spots on both sides of its body that looked like dense fish eggs, and the pair of wings that were densely covered with spots that looked like fish fins.

Lowe still hasn't named it, and that's not his area of expertise.

As he grew up as he sacrificed to the beast, Luo's worries gradually increased.

The sacrificial beasts that glide across the frozen ground as if they were frolicking around them look less like land creatures with infinite killing potential, but more like beings living in the ocean.

But this is the Lost Trench, not the ocean.

Another "chicken rib" like "fertile land"?

Luo felt that his guess was probably correct, and it was obviously impossible for him to provide much help in the next killing, or even to be protected.

But Lowe quickly dispelled that fear, and the little fellow was at least a little more frightening than he had been in his childhood form. As for combat effectiveness? Without the slightest combat power, Luo is still willing to fall into the choice of life and death again and again for her.

Luo summoned the sacrificial beast, which had never been far away and had been playing tirelessly, back to his side, and his body began to tremble lightly at regular intervals.

He knew that the killing was about to begin, and he didn't even need to use his keen sense of danger, because the huge figure was already coming towards Luo.

He saw the direction in which the killing was coming.

It was a mutant creature abstract enough that Luo didn't know how to describe it.

It seemed to be just a mass of protoplasm with no fixed form, like a garbage heap formed by countless pieces of carrion mixed together, its irregular body surface with countless pustule-like prosthetic eyes, and the faint and blurred light inside the body from time to time.

Luo remembered the amoeba mutant worm in the dry swamp above the wilderness, and the mutant creature in front of him looked a little like it, like an irregular giant amoeba made of thick tar.

It wasn't as big as the amoebic mutant worm, barely two meters tall.

The heavy combat machete in Luo's hand was ready, and the hand that clenched the black hilt did not tremble in the slightest.

This knife is the standard melee weapon of the Kadivan family transport team, and it is a cold weapon that is more suitable for **, and its name is also very prominent in the old era, Nepalese Sabre!