It is indeed unusual for "syrup" to seep out of the ground.

However, Luo Luo's simple thinking would not have thought more from this little thing at all.

As long as it's delicious and then eat, that's enough.

And the fact is that even if this matter is reported by Luo Luo, it will not be able to set off any storms at all, let alone reach Wen Yu's ears - the battle is already troublesome enough, why bother thinking about some strange things.

……

on the ground.

"What? Soul creation? Are you saying it belongs to a soul creation? ”

Wen Yu pointed to the broken corpse brought back by Victor on the ground, and asked with a surprised face.

Victor nodded, "That's what the Skull Demon said. ”

Just now, Victor and Faceless have ended their battle and returned to the New Hope Gathering Place with the corpse of their opponent.

Looking at the broken flesh and blood at his feet, Wen Yu touched his chin.

The word soul creation is easy for Wen Yu to associate with soul creation. In other words, perhaps only the godly skills of soul creation can create this kind of weird puppet with normal combat intelligence and can perform various actions independently, but strictly speaking, it has no soul.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu bent down again and looked at the messy flesh and blood on the ground.

The flesh and blood are very tight, the bones are thick, and on the surface they don't look much different from regular creatures - Wen Yu is not a biologist, he doesn't understand these messy things, and he used his soul perception again, but he still didn't find anything, Wen Yu finally gave up his research work.

Sure enough, engaging in research or something is not suitable for a "martial artist" like Wen Yu at all.

However, it was inevitable that a strong interest in soul creation would arise in his heart - a, no, or a large number of powerful puppets that could fight on their own, could indeed bring a lot of help to Wen Yu.

One man into an army?

Am I a kingdom?

One skill, it's all achievable!

Thinking about the battle in the New Hope Gathering Place this time, once there is a batch of high-quality battle puppets, the situation may be much better, not to mention, the time for the sixth-level shackles to open is just around the corner, Wen Yu has to consider not only the problem of the sixth soul pet, but also the problem of his sixth skill.

Perhaps, that strange soul creation technique may bring a surprise?

Thinking of this, Wen Yu thought of another question.

The time given by the military for the opening of the level shackles is less than a month, but that is only calculated at a normal rate, after experiencing this war in Africa, Wen Yu can think with his toes that the time when the level shackles are broken has been greatly advanced - not to mention how many mutant beasts and professionals have died, just talking about the damage of monsters to the ecological environment, animals and plants on the African continent, etc., is enough to bring a blow to the origin of the earth.

Maybe ten days in advance? Or half a month?

Wen Yu can't figure it out.

At this moment, Wen Yu could only sigh secretly, hoping that when the shackles of the rank were broken, he would have achieved his goal, take the sixth soul pet and fly away, and escape from the mess of Africa as soon as possible.

This kind of passive defensive battle with the fundamental purpose of being trapped in one place and protecting something really made Wen Yu feel aggrieved.

……

The green light flooded, and the body fluids mixed with the underground river that led to all directions spread far away, all the way to most of the African continent, and a sweet and greasy smell fermented and brewed in the burrow.

The size of the original mountain-sized three generations of plague seeds has shrunk by nearly eighty percent, as if they were paralyzed in place like a mess of mud, most of their bodies are soaked in the icy river water, and as the river water cuts across their bodies, taking away the silky green body tissue, the volume of the three generations of plague seeds has a tendency to shrink further.

The flesh melted into the river and drifted in all directions with the current, and the three generations of plague seeds at this moment seemed to be weak.

The body is originally composed of a large number of plagues, and at this moment, the plague is separated from the body, taking away not only the devastating toxins that are fused together, but also the life origin of the three generations of plague seeds.

The communicator next to him sounded, and the remnants of the body turned into a simple tentacle pressed on the communicator, and the three generations of plague seeds were connected.

"How's the preparation going?"

"Everything is ready."

It may be that he heard that the current state of the three generations of plague seeds is not good, and there was silence on the other side of the communicator for a long time, which turned into a simple consolation: "It's hard work, start it." ”

"For the demons."

"For the demons."

The slogans that reflect each other contain a certain lofty ideal and an indomitable determination.

The moment the communication hung up, the three generations of plague seeds sank down, and the strange green light became even brighter.

Under the reflection of the green light, the bodies of the three generations of plague seeds melted even faster, until all the plague in the outer layer melted into the river, leaving only a seed that emitted green light.

This is the origin of the seeds, and it is also the core of life......

The soul resides in the core, perceiving the plague that has yet to be triggered all over the African continent, and at this moment, the three generations of plague seeds have an indescribable peace.

Sacrifice yourself to the source of the plague, destroy the foundation of life, and bring suffering to the world!

With my life, I will turn the African continent into a land......

With the weak life of the African continent as steel, turn it into a sharp blade that cuts through everything, and blast through the shackles of rank!

This is Plan B, Legas's desperate plan.

"For the demons."

The last time I sang the goal I was fighting for and sacrificing for in my heart, the emerald green seed suddenly swelled, and then exploded!

Countless green points of light splashed everywhere, blending into the river, soil, and even the air, as if they had pressed a switch to open Pandora's box, and in an instant, green light spread everywhere!

……

The river closest to the underground dark hole, at this moment, the river is bustling, and there is an endless stream of small lives, as if there is a grand party, drinking the river water that glows green like syrup.

Sparrows and goshawks fly together, jackals dance with antelopes, and even insects do not care that there are "behemoths" that can trample them to death with one foot everywhere, and they flock to the river like crazy, even if they are submerged by the river and their lives dissipate, they still have to drink a sip of the wonderful fairy brew that exudes the taste of temptation.

These insignificant and unmutated beings, under the temptation of instinct at this moment, could not pay any attention to the monsters outside, and rushed to the river from their hiding places, greedily enjoying the last days of their lives like demons.

Until a vulture twitched its wings and fell headlong from the sky.

The body decayed rapidly, and in an instant, the vulture had already died, but the rotting corpse exuded an alluring fragrance that attracted all the creatures around to grab food.

The plague mixed with flesh and blood spread unscrupulously, and more life that drank the water of the river fell to the ground, turned into rotting corpses, and then became the next source of the plague.