Just a dozen kilometers away from the biological research laboratory, the huge tyrannosaurus rex was tearing a huge corpse, judging from the remaining stumps, this corpse belonged to a huge humanoid zombie with a height of more than five meters. Even the skin of the Tyrannosaurus rex could not remain intact in this level of struggle, its green, tough thick skin was covered with criss-crossing wounds, but it was the victor of the worst.

Just in the body of the giant zombie, a golden trophy slowly emerged, and the tyrannosaurus swallowed the golden trophy in one gulp, and the surface of the body began to bloom with green light. Under this powerful injection, the skin of the tyrannosaurus rex did not break, and after its original epidermis completely disintegrated, a delicate black epidermis was revealed underneath. In a way, these scales are somewhat like dragon skins, and they are not the dragons in The Elder Scrolls who can only be considered "wurm" at most, but the skin of a real dragon that can reach six stars.

The black Tyrannosaurus rex also supernaturally grew several times in size, like blowing up a balloon. Originally, it was able to walk through some relatively tall houses, but now it has reached a height of more than 12 meters, which can be compared with some low-rise houses. From beginning to end, it is more than 20 meters long...... The stout long tail swept half of a villa with just a single sweep.

Under its powerful rake claws, the geothermal pipes used for heating are quickly exposed. It began to crouch on it, and from the cloaca under his giant tail, giant eggs taller than an adult gently fell out, rooting themselves in the heating pipe with a highly viscous slime.

I don't know if it's because it devoured too many zombies, the Tyrannosaurus's pupils emitted an abnormally red brutal light. But its wisdom is still working. After a few minutes of thinking. The Tyrannosaurus continues to dig into the ground, a city that once had an extremely well-developed subway system and abandoned underground drainage pipes. There's a lot of space in it, and even a giant tyrannosaurus rex can get a little cramped into it. Sow more baby dragon eggs......

Just about five kilometers away from the tyrannosaurus rex, a scarred Chinese man stood in the air, and in the red pupils unique to zombies, there was a colorless and textureless thing rolling. Around him, a black cloud of dead air carried him up in the air. The Chinese man was condensing his cultivation true qi in his eyes, intently observing the movements of the tyrannosaurus rex, and recording all the information worthy of attention in detail.

It is Qin Qing, the zombie-transformed Eastern Ghost Dao Monk, the real Qin Qing has been kicked out of the game, and the reason why he can still have his sanity here. It's because he has a new owner......

Qin Qing landed lightly, flew with imperial qi, clumsily passed through a broken skylight, and landed in a factory. In this factory that has long since ceased production, hundreds of mutant zombies are guarding a man sitting in the center...... Or rather, the non-human species. Half of these mutant zombies are the most common hound type, and there are some brute bull types with extremely swollen upper bodies, and some birds that resemble big crows are parked on the steel beams, and a very small number of thin dwarf types that Su Jing has not yet encountered. There is nothing surprising about it, except for their heads, which are particularly large.

And in the very center, a creature with an indescribably cold and evil aura sits on a pile of steel bars. A group of ordinary zombies is sending up an adventurer who is still alive. But most of the consciousness has been lost. The evil creature grabs the victim's head with its tentacles and opens its mouthparts.

If Tristi could see this, she would immediately know what it was.

A psychic monster. Or it can be called Mind Flayer.

Branding." Spasmodic pain", as a member of the Psiloca. He was born with a powerful psychic ability. Even throughout the multiverse, the Psicocs are known for their superior racial intelligence, incredible psychic gifts, and creepy hobbies – their food is brain-filled intelligence. Suck up the gray matter of the brain, drill into the gyrus, and enjoy the pain of their own "plate" – this pain and despair are indispensable seasonings for them.

Qin Qing landed beside his master, and the Spirit Suction Monster finished his dessert without hurrying, and used his mind control to order the zombies to throw the "empty plate" that had completely lost their life out of the coffin, and then he began to carefully read the information collected by the monk puppet.

【…… Twelve hours ago, another wave of adventurers who were not afraid of death entered the biotechnology research institute, and so far they have not reappeared, and there has been a violent explosion from the bottom of the vibration, and it is estimated that it has been completely destroyed, and we can send some pioneers to explore...... The Tyrannosaurus has begun to metamorphose and begin to lay eggs, and has escaped into the underground pipe system, and is assessed to be a formidable enemy, requiring at least two-thirds of its elite combat power to be able to suppress it...... There is already a fourth wave of adventurers trying to enter the biotechnology institute? These greedy guys ......]

Branding. The spasmodic pain struck Qin Qing's head with its slender fingers, this precious adventurer's heart-losing slave was his unexpected gain, and when he used his psychic ability to subdue countless zombies to serve himself, he found that one of them looked like a dead adventurer had extraordinary strength. So he carefully concocted it as his first heartless slave in this world. After eating a part of Qin Qing's corrupted brain, the brand. The spasmodic pain was already able to command the half-dead monk to use his life-threatening skills. Although the ghost path martial arts he cultivated were confusing, he only needed to let this heart-losing slave use it himself.

Now, the Psicoccon is planning to go to the Biotechnology Research Institute to try a piece of the pie. It is true that as long as you continue to "recruit" these zombie slaves who have no brains, the abilities in your hands can continue to grow. However, in the face of adventurers whose strength has begun to rise one after another, this level of strength does not seem to be enough...... He hasn't won a trophy yet, he's just using his psychic abilities.

I should regain my peak psychic ability in order to be sure to continue to take the lead in this rampaging game.

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Just underground in the Institute of Biological Sciences, the remaining three-person team is still cracking the "Pandora" genome. Su Jing seems to think that the genes of this mutant pattern can give further reinforcement to everyone.

Researchers at this scientific institute seem to have the same idea, and nearly a third of the vast amount of experimental data is trying to find patterns to exploit this dangerous mutation. One of the most mature ideas is to use the link of neural circuits, using specially trained manipulators to replace the self-consciousness of "Pandora" itself. However, after several actual tests, all the controllers were all subject to the reverse attack of "Pandora", and even if they could temporarily resist the beastly invasion of the primitive creature, they could not exert their powerful abilities because of the huge amount of calculation required.

Because it is difficult to manipulate this, the current direction of the test tends to use the mode of multiple controllers at the same time, sharing the computational load and mental infection. But the art of mind synchronization is another untouched field, and research is in a difficult situation.

These problems may be very difficult for others, but they are not a problem for Su Jing. After figuring out the ideas of the game designer for a long time, he thought that it might be provided for some adventurers with special abilities to "explode" in a short period of time. If it's a seasoned adventurer's brain, it may be able to control it for a while without being attacked backwards.

But Su Jing has a plug-in named Mr. Lu, although Lu Mengyao is mentally exhausted and sleeps at this time, but when she wakes up a few hours and reconnects to Su Jing's brain, Su Jing, who has more than several times the computing power of the usual, can try to control the "Pandora" mutant.

At present, Su Jing is using the culture tank in the laboratory to re-cultivate and grow the Pandora origin tissue separated from the meat ball. The concentration of the nutrient solution had reached a critical point, and it would take several hours to re-cultivate it to a usable stage, and at this time, Gage was overhauling the experimental equipment in the laboratory, which was several operating helmets used to link to Pandora. The mechanic warlock who has restored his mechanical arm is using his multi-purpose kit to adjust the current intensity of the mind-operated helmet.

A faint tremor came from above them.

The three of them didn't react at first, and then a second shock came.

"It's coming. I didn't expect it to come so soon......"

Su Jing pursed the corners of his mouth and looked at the piece of meat with several probes inserted in the petri dish, which was now only as big as a football. According to Su Jing's judgment, this Pandora tissue needs to grow to at least 20 kilograms before it can be used safely. According to his estimates, the next wave of adventurers who came to compete for profit should appear in eighteen hours, and now this result only proves that these adventurers are more capable than he imagined, so that they can not be afraid of possible dangers.

Maybe they think they've lost both.

Needless to say, the mechanic warlock threw the trimmed helmet to Su Jing. Having won trophies, recovery abilities, and power-ups, Gage turned up her mechanical arm to the fullest, pulled out a near-futuristic submachine gun from her back, and walked out of the gang without fear.

This wave of adventurers may not pose much of a threat to the trio. But just in the distance, in another corner of the city, in the midst of the corpse of a huge zombie golden eagle, a slender figure burst out of the abdomen. The blood-stained female zombie could still vaguely recognize the appearance of a magician, and on her skin, a layer of magical brilliance faintly emerged. The zombie clutched a large book with a metal cover, its red eyes glinting with a murderous light.

"Howling ——————!!" (To be continued......)

PS: Pavlov is victorious!

Regarding the exciting result of adding nearly twenty monthly passes overnight, I have an ingenious psychological theory that can perfectly explain this phenomenon, but unfortunately the chapter testimonials limit the number of words is too small to write.