Li Jiashan swallowed the fungal soup like boogers, and no matter how strong his concentration was, he couldn't help but show a disgusting face.

But Siloya beside him, the Wyvern Knights, and even the common people were calm, even hungry, and swept away the daily ration of fungal mushrooms.

This soup, made only with water and salt, was the only food for the people of the God-given land.

Now that the sky is obscured, only fungi can grow on the ground, and some slightly wetter areas even grow into a large forest, which looks spectacular.

But...... It's really hard to drink.

Li Jiashan, who thinks he can endure hardships and really suffers a lot, is still nourished by modern fine food after all, Li Tuoshan knows that his expression is very rude, but you must know that in modern society, even an apple is a fine species that has been carefully selected and cultivated for hundreds of years, sweet and juicy, and it is not at all comparable to this fungus that grows in barren and polluted places.

Li Tuoshan didn't want to pretend or experience life or anything, but after he repeatedly refused Provence's recruitment, he was not embarrassed to ask Provence for dry food at all, so he could only try to ask Siloya for some food.

This is also the case with Xu Xiaoke, who for some reason refuses to join the "Prism" group in Provence and only wants to do the task himself.

Li Jiashan was also surprised that his stomach could adapt to such a bad food, and he would not have stomach trouble except for the bad smell, and he guessed that it was the identity of the apostle that helped him.

As for Xu Xiaoke, this bold man may have even reformed his digestive system, so there is no need to worry about this kind of thing at all.

Provence, who was resting not far away, watched this scene expressionlessly, and behind him, Klein was holding a compressed biscuit and eating it with taste, looking at Li Jiashan's disgusting expression with indescribable pride.

Li Jiashan swept over Klein casually, and continued to drink the fungal soup with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

After returning that night, Klein disappeared into the house and moved to Provence on the other side to join their team.

This young and promising European and American financier is not as superficial and simple as it seems.

Provence rubbed the purple crystals in his hands, looking confident and steady, with a young and handsome appearance, the charm is amazing.

However, no one around is too idle to commit nymphomaniac, and they are all seizing the time to rest for the next wave of Warcraft.

Warcraft tide, as the name suggests, is a periodic behavior of demons attacking humans, and no one knows why demons do such a thankless thing.

The team in Provence played a huge role in the Warcraft tide.

With tacit understanding and endless abilities, they can quickly kill the demon clan as the leader every time, ending the Warcraft tide ahead of schedule.

Every time there is a wave of Warcraft, there will be three or five lord-level demons or Warcraft, which are huge in size and extremely powerful in combat, even the Wyvern Knight must pay a painful sacrifice to repel it, and it may not be able to kill.

Lin Zexi's psychic ability can quickly locate the enemy, and Ran Bingqing rushes out of a bloody path with an invincible momentum, buying time and space for his teammates, and then the three magicians join forces to directly bombard them with the strongest magic, and the rest are responsible for supporting.

Simple tactics, but this small team played superbly, every time when it is impossible, draw a magic pen, close all the previous foreshadowing, and burst out with amazing power.

No matter how arrogant the knight is, he has to admit the strength of the Prism Squad, which is simply an art of fighting, representing a well-tempered sense of battle and a casual but not rough attitude, as if he is not engaged in a bloody fight, but is completing a day-to-day job.

Xu Xiaoke, who has been fighting with the Zerg all year round, couldn't help but be full of praise.

However, it is not without danger, in the seventh wave of Warcraft tide, Prism encountered a king-level demon who can completely elementalize himself, which can also be called a demon king.

Fortunately, the chaotic thinking of the demon clan greatly reduced its combat effectiveness, and it was not as terrifying as the real fifth energy level.

This battle cost them a lot, but they still won it with difficulty.

And the good performance of Provence and others has also won a lot of benefits for themselves, such as a fast-evolving flying dragon beside them, and more than a dozen flying dragon eggs lying in the space bag.

The only hatched wyvern was raised by the newcomer Crane, and the decision was not so much to take care of the newcomer as to experiment with Klein to see what kind of chemistry would happen between humans and wyverns.

At present, it seems that the effect is very good, and Crane can already become a reliable combat unit with the blessing of the power of the Wyvern, and the future is promising.

After many battles, they also secretly looted a large number of purple crystals in the body of the demons.

This kind of purple crystal is often worn on the body, and it can faintly accelerate the cultivation efficiency, which makes the small team very surprised, and almost occupies most of the crystals openly.

I don't know what order the archbishop gave, anyway, the flying dragon knights below don't dare to clash with Provence and others, who call themselves the warriors of the gods, they can only be dumb and eat coptis, and they can't say what they are suffering from.

Now, the purple crystals collected are almost filling the space bag, and Provence is really painful and happy.

Relying on this ancient city, the pressure on human beings has actually been greatly reduced.

Under the protection of the solid foundation of the ancient city, no demon can directly attack from the underground inside the city, and can only drill out of the ground in the distance, and then launch a suicide attack after gathering, like a tidal wave to send them to death.

And once the city is broken, the human race will perish.

With such a simple setting, it's like a boring MOBA game that follows the trend, but it really doesn't make people laugh at all on this occasion.

At this moment, the earth shook again, and there was a slight paralyzing sensation that was so familiar that it was vomiting.

Kant spat and said, "The thirteenth wave...... What an inauspicious number. ”

Provence patted him on the shoulder and said, "A few more waves and we'll have enough contribution points, and then we can leave this hellish place." ”

Prism's mission is to help the human camp, but it is basically impossible to completely exterminate the locust-like demons. Therefore, as long as a certain number of demons are killed, it can also be regarded as a minimum standard for completing tasks and leaving this world.

While this will result in a lower rating, the extra gains, such as Wyvern Eggs and Purple Crystals, will more than make up for it.

Kazan raised his hand, and a stream of black blood gushed out from his fingertips, quickly transforming into a hideously twisted black blood broadsword.

The metal bracers on Kant's hands glowed with red and green dots, and the certification process was quickly passed, the small metal bracers freed up the internal compression space, and the carbon nanofilaments with muscle fibers as the basic structure snaked up the pale skin of the teenager, simulating an additional force structure while firmly protecting the body.

A complex structure is formed at the joints, filled with memory alloy, which can assist in bursting tons of force at critical moments.

The high-strength lightweight ceramic armor is taken out of the space bag and perfectly embedded in the carbon fiber muscle, and its super-magnetic damping field can perfectly lock the inertial movement of every water molecule, counteracting the acceleration of hundreds of G, even if the armor-piercing projectile bombards it, it will only allow the wearer to hit a few harmless rolls without damaging even a single muscle fiber.

The black tissue completely covers the head, forming the appearance of a gas mask.

Countless tiny neural fibers pierce into Kant's brain interface, which stimulates the brain to run at high speed and receive movement signals at the first time, and can control almost any action of carbon fiber muscles with zero delay.

This set of nano combat suits is from a futuristic society in 2150, which integrates the world's top technology to maximize the combination of human combat consciousness and the powerful power of machinery, and become the strongest fighter who tears the tank with his bare hands.

The self-programming carbon nanofilaments read the wearer's motion signals the first time, and then exert their power with micron and microgram precision, whether it's as big as breaking a building's weighing wall, pinching tofu, or making the most difficult stealth with perfect color-changing invisibility.

The advanced combat system can instantly collect all light wave signals and molecular changes, and provide the wearer with the most perfect commands.

The Nano Combat Suit has a perfect built-in circulation system, even if it is thrown on the moon, there will be no discomfort, and the built-in condensate fusion battery is enough to support fifteen hours of high-intensity combat, and it can also carry out long-range power transmission at any time.

But sadly, this combat suit has a terrifying rejection reaction, and there may not be one suitable person in 100 million people who can adapt to the neural fiber connection, and the rest will be churned into minced meat by runaway carbon nanowires.

Naturally, Kant was one of the lucky ones among the billions, which also set him on the path of cyberman.

Only cyber people can quickly process the vast amount of data and identify the messy information that falls like a waterfall.

Gradually adapting to mechanized thinking, giving up the normal senses and choosing a precise and cold sensing instrument, abandoning perceptual thinking and imprinting the solidified logical program in the thinking circuit, the cyberman will be alienated into a non-human and embark on the road of "blind people".

Human beings turn perceived waves of visible light into colorful colors, which is a shortcut to perceive the world, but also a lie, an impression of the real world rather than the real world itself.

The blind are those who have given up their self-deception and resolutely chosen a broader and more realistic vision. In their eyes, there are no colors and melodies, only fixed frequency light waves and sound pressure.