Is there only one left? What about other cells? ”

Unicorn ...... Ah, Rangers, Rangers roamed around, trying to find a companion who had been lost, but until now nothing has been found. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's too far beyond the scope of one's own spiritual perception to be found.

[The current number of races: 2, a very small regional race, whether you choose to evolve the same components for your own race, and 10 nutrition points will be deducted for evolution]

[Have you evolved the same components for your own kind?] 】

There's only one companion left, so why don't you evolve it......

Not cost-effective, the Ranger mind...... Well, the rangers don't have brains. The word came to its mind.

It costs 2 points to split a new Ranger, a total of 4 points to split a Ranger and his own growth, but 10 points to evolve the whole race, and 4 points more.

Select Split.

I'm so smart, unicorn thought.

Wait, what is smart?

[The main consciousness chooses not to evolve]

The Ranger seemed to hear the sound of something shattering, but after a turn, he found nothing, and the Ranger didn't care.

Unbeknownst to the Rangers, however, as it made this decision, the data of a panel in the pure white space located there had quietly changed.

[Population: 1, Warning, Warning, Population is critically endangered, and the safety of the main consciousness cannot be guaranteed, please take immediate measures, please take immediate measures]

"Let's start splitting now, one is not very safe." The Ranger thought.

[Consumes 2 nutrient points, split]

[Consumes 2 nutrient points, split]

……

[Warning, the remaining nutrient value is less than 10 points]

With 4 freshly baked henchmen, the Rangers head into the endless darkness.

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In the invisible darkness, a group of hundreds of cells swam silently, occasionally swallowing the fragments of organic matter that came in front of them. Each of their cells has a long, sharp horn at the tip of their cell, which is almost identical to the unicorn it was before evolution.

Their sheer numbers put them in an advantageous position when competing for food, and the instinct of large cells automatically avoids these huge swarms, let alone small ones, and of course they don't sit idle to provoke other cells. As a result, those days were quite leisurely.

However, this is the norm in this era, limited by the scarcity of observation methods, few cells are specifically designed to attack other cells to grow, and there are still a lot of organic matter fragments now, and floating organic matter alone can feed such a large cell population.

The trigemons are a member of this cell population.

Why is it called a three-pronged? It is a bit different from its other companions, as the overall waist circumference of the triadon is a full two turns fatter than the other unicorns, and its flagella are significantly thicker and longer than the average monocorn...... Of course, this is not the reason why it is called the triprong, the point, the point is that in addition to the long sharp horns of the normal monocete cells, the left and right sides of the trihorn each grow a not short spike, if the other monocete cells are a "one", then the three prongs are "ten".

These two sharp horns are quite sharp, and there are not a few companions who have been cut by it. If it weren't for the trident being split out in front of everyone, the other cells would never think of the trident as their companion.

"Shrah—"

The one-horned and tri-horns couldn't hear the sound, but that didn't stop them from turning their attention in the direction where the water was shaking......

"Shrah—"

It's the same voice again, the puzzled three forks shake the sharp corners on both sides of themselves, and it turns around to make this kind of noise, is it the sound it makes?

Of course not, because next to it, the unlucky monocete No. 2 silently dragged the wound that was half of his body away from the triprong, bleeding all the way, and the transparent and viscous cytoplasm was fainting drop by drop in the water.

The triprongs and other cells unconsciously filter this cytoplasm into their own mouth grooves, well, rice mistakes, and it is shameful to waste food.

The hapless One-Horned Two needed to repair his body, so he could only slowly retreat to the rear of the colony with another wounded man, and under the instinctive drive, One-Horned Two had already made up his mind not to approach the Three Forks again.

Hmm, as for the unlucky one-horned one, didn't I already say that?

The trigram should be thankful that it is still the age of single cells, and the monoceteal cells, which act entirely on instinct, still regard the trigram as their companion, otherwise it would have been driven out of the group long ago.

However, the Triprongs can always feel that the other members of the group are deliberately keeping their distance from it, as if questioning the identity of the Triprongs as "companions". (In fact, I am afraid of being cut) and when facing the enemy, I often always face the attack of other cells by one cell (also for the same reason).

Excluding incidents of accidentally injuring other companions, the tripartite is actually quite a good mix, and when fighting for food, the bright spike-like weapons on both sides often put it in an extremely powerful position. Sometimes, even a simple fast swim can cut the cells competing with it for food into two sections, and it can swim faster than ordinary monocud cells. In several food battles after the birth of the triad, it is the absolute workhorse of the one-horned community.

Perhaps, after a long time, this cell community will eliminate the single horn that is significantly inferior in combat effectiveness, and all of them will become more competitive trigeminal offspring, and the whole population will become more threatening.

But that's all years later, isn't it?

"Battle scum."

The rangers who found this cell community despised them very much, in its eyes, this kind of community was no different from those tabula rasa cells, they were all goods that could be killed in seconds with one blow, and they couldn't beat the rangers at all, and they couldn't escape.

The Ranger had apparently forgotten that he had been like this not so long ago......

Soon...... How much time?

The main consciousness looked at the surrounding people, and it was better not to think about such a complicated issue.

"Team one, team two, rush over with me."

"Three teams of four, as a second wave of attacks,"

"Five teams, six teams, third wave."

"Team Seven, go around to these cells, and you will dispose of those corpses."

The Ranger found that if it was accurate enough to give fine instructions to each cell, it could only control seven or eight cells at most, and no more, so it divided the cells into six teams, and each team gave some simple instructions, so that it could control a larger number of cells.

Now the number of Ranger cells has exceeded 60, which is not a small cell community in an era when most cells are still monolithic. Its spiritual sphere of influence can now only envelop the race.

It is worth mentioning that the Rangers found that the cells that left their sphere of influence would continue to act according to their own orders. At this point, some tactics with a large range that are out of the ranger's own mental sphere of influence are feasible.

"All the soldiers obey the order and follow the commander to kill the enemy and serve the country!"

"......" (cold field)

The rangers, who had already led the four teams of cells to quietly go around the top of the one-horned colony, shook the two sharp horns of their heads a little depressedly, and ordered to charge.

The other Rangers who received the command from the main consciousness stirred the water with their two flagella, which were three or four times longer than their bodies, and aimed their sharp horns at the single-horned colony below that seemed to feel nothing, and then ...... Rush down!

The cells below may feel the subtle movement of the water, but they probably don't understand what it means, they may know, but they don't care: what cells dare to attack a colony of hundreds of cells?

So they still swim and eat unhurriedly.

Normally, this situation has not been encountered, but those aggressive cells will soon be frightened by the huge number of the population, even if there are one or two stunned people who rush in, they will be strangled by countless single-horned cells and turn into organic fragments, relying on their own numerical superiority, the single-horned cell community has hardly encountered a devastating blow.

Therefore, in the face of the fluctuation of the water that is enough to make most solo households nervous, the single horns are quite calm, just a little more gathered, so as not to leave any companion too far away.

The triprongs also sensed the anomaly of the water flow, and unlike the other cells, it was arguably the farthest in the group, and when the other cells began to contract, it did not move. (The triadx had also tried to fight alongside his companions, after all, the odds of surviving in a bunch were always greater than his own, but then he obediently stayed on the periphery, as for the reason, you know.) ）

So while the other monocysts were still slowly shaking and shaking with their poor flagella, the trident was ready for battle.

So just now, the one-horns are dead, the three-prongs are still alive, it's as simple as that.

At the forefront was the Ranger, and when it swung its flagella with all its might, it once again experienced the viscous flow of water in the face of cylindrical cells, and the cell membranes were washed and deformed, this was the first time that the Ranger was in full swing after getting the high-speed flagella, which felt like ......

[The fragrance along the way and the light waves, I turned my mind to think about those right and wrong; The fragrance along the way keeps me elusive, rap:yoyoyobaby-ahhhhhh Squeezed by a strong flow of water, consumes 1 nutrient point and restores vitality 1]

This kind of abrupt advance, if the distance is a little longer, it will not be able to continue, so in fact, the cylindrical cell is not easy.

(Cylindrical cell fake cry: 5555, you finally got it...... ）

"Poof!"

The Ranger felt as if something was hanging from his sharp horns, heavy, and at the same time, blocked by the thing, it slowed down.

[Hunt new variety cells (non-predatory -5, gregarious +5, medium +5, base +10), reward 15 DNA evolution points]

Hung up, what to do?

The Ranger shook it violently, pulling his sharp horns out of the cell, strands of cytoplasm emerging from the struggling horn, one of which fluttered to the edge of the Ranger's ditch.

It's shameful to waste food, and the Ranger subconsciously swallows the mass of cytoplasm.

【Gain 1 Nutrition Value】

The Ranger cells that fell from the sky carried a huge momentum, inserting one or more cells into their horns, and the two primordial horns that grew diagonally tore apart the fragile cell membrane of a single horn in an instant, and some cells were even torn into two pieces.

The first wave of Ranger cells reimbursed twenty or thirty monocud cells in one go, and under the command of the Rangers, they threw off the weight on their sharp horns and quickly broke out of the monocoronal cell encirclement at a high speed of 7 o'clock.