"Weishenme, the master of this will, wants to conjure up the Star Spirit Clan?" Chen Feng couldn't figure it out after all, he could survive in the torrent of war.

As soon as the second dark night after the battle began, Chen Feng returned to the hive, covered in blood and scars, with a tragic crimson under the afterglow of the shining star at dusk.

Day and night, there was always a faint blue light flashing from time to time on the far horizon, followed by a dull pop a few seconds later. The battle on the front line was so far away and so close to Chen Feng, who was seriously wounded. He could almost feel the screams of his fellow fighters, calling me with their blood and lives, calling me to fight!

And Chen Feng always used his bravery and selfless dedication to fight and win, and several times in the magnificent torrent of war, he brushed shoulders with death.

And in these battles, Chen Feng used the extreme physical liliang, and did not use the slightest will.

Or rather, in this illusion of the will of others, the origin of all physical life is the will. Including Chen Feng, what came in was also the will of an immortal tyrant, but the flesh transformed by the will also had the characteristics of a physical body. Use your will to fight? Fighting with the flesh? ”

Chen Feng's mind was constantly wandering, and he seemed to grasp something in the dark.

"It's a test." Chen Feng's eyes flashed with an eerie coldness, and a subtle smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "No matter who you are, but since you have helped me complete the fusion of flesh and soul of body and will, I will thank you after I go out." ”

Standing up, Chen Feng already understood everything, and all that was left was to fight with all his might and defeat.

The darkness was full of fighting figures, and from time to time the Star Spirit warriors let out a low roar, their eyes shining in the darkness; The killer bowed under the leadership of Chen Feng. A puff of white gas spewed: "Hiss-!! ”

The gray organic layer was splashed with specks of red, and the screams of their companions continued to sound, and the warriors of the Star Spirit Clan who had been pounced on and killed also continued to let out muffled grunts. Their blood was grayish-blue, rapidly vaporizing in the air, turning into a puff of smoke.

While Chen Feng was fighting to the death with the Star Spirit Clan, an armored unit infiltrated our rear. By the time reinforcements arrived, the camp had turned into a sea of blood.

Chen Feng supported Zuihou like a demon god, but in the end he was outnumbered and died.

"Hehe, it's the first time I've experienced the feeling of dying in battle. It's really good. Although Chen Feng died, his will soon changed into a larva and reincarnated on the hive.

Chen Feng, who had experienced the cycle of life and death, suddenly realized that the death of the body to win the immortality of the will was actually just a reincarnation. A swarm of innumerable flesh but a few's will.

Chen Feng felt that he had a better understanding of the realm of the subspecies insect god, but this was not enough, he still needed new life to fight, to find the true meaning of evolution in the tears of blood and clotted mud.

"I don't need extreme, my evolution must be perfect, my evolution must be perfect." The strong man in the darkness made Chen Feng's will transform into flesh. It is to exercise the integration of his will and body, and to help him pursue the most crucial step of perfect evolution.

The drones begin to cocoon on the fading organic layer, and they will turn into new hives. Chen Feng struggled and sucked in vain on this dry pale ground, as long as he could make his life last for another day, an hour, and a second, he was willing!

Chen Feng saw. Not far from him, another larva like him struggled on a half-dried organic layer. The larva was the only survivor other than Chen Feng. And between me and him, there is only one energy that exists.

At this time, there is no choice of fate, and survival depends entirely on the competition of strength and the mercy of one's own life. Chen Feng squirmed his round flesh. Squeezing this larva out of the organic layer, watching its gradually dry and dead flesh, Chen Feng did not have the slightest guilt in his heart.

A stream of heat seeped into Chen Feng's body through the dry veins on the ground. Nourishing my nerves. His vision blurred with the heat, and gradually only darkness remained.

His body seemed to swell and swell, every cell hissing in the depths, and countless rushing veins and veins were like hot chains, clinging to his flesh and skin, giving him an urge to break free from it—but he knew it was impossible, that I was just a worm, a worm without hands or feet.

…… The darkness continues, the pain deepens. The long, suffocating depression was like an endless nightmare. Darkness, boundless darkness. Peeled away and healed again, torn and gathered again, like the thick, long, boundless chaos of my birth.

"Where I am, I don't know; Where is life, I don't know; Where Shijie is, I don't know. Chen Feng wanted to shout, but there was no sound; He wanted to struggle, but he had no body. His memory gradually became only numb and blank.

This time the process of feathering was a nightmare, far more painful than the first one. Chen Feng almost felt that his feathering was simply a difficult process of physical fusion of will.

This process is like crushing one's own will, and then transforming into a physical body, and then crushing the physical body, and healing it into a will again. This process of breaking and melting is the most terrifying reincarnation.

Chen Feng felt that there was still a heavy darkness around him, not moving at all, unwavering, but as if it was constantly twisting, jumping, and spinning, with all kinds of hideous dark lines, like a strange face—the nightmarish hallucination of nothing in the abyss of death!

He continued to scream silently and struggle pointlessly in the abyss and nightmares, and the time was incomparably slow and long. Again and again, millions of times, until he was exhausted.

Is it true that the origin of life is death, or that death is a kind of eternal life that does not see the light of day?

How long time has passed, Chen Feng doesn't know. He didn't know when the nightmare was gone. It's like he doesn't know if he's facing birth or death right now.

When Chen Feng regained consciousness, the darkness melted silently, and he struggled for a while, and finally tore the membrane that had wrapped me for a long time.

The light came in from the shijie outside without hindrance, and it was a little dazzling. Almost at the same time, he heard his own voice—a voice that had been suppressed and longed for for a long time, but yet unfamiliar.

Chen Feng had a feeling of being reborn from a cocoon, Chen Feng's gaze was no longer a single tone, at least he felt that this shijie transformed by his will was a little more agile and beautiful.

It was surrounded by a pale organic layer. The first thing Chen Feng noticed was a newly feathered arrogant beast beside him. He rolled the ground, trying to kick off the remaining membrane.

When Chen Feng looked at him, he was also staring at Chen Feng.

"Hehe, he's my sibling. In a sense, he is me. We used to be the same larvae. The corners of Chen Feng's mouth smiled slightly.

Then he looked around, and the abandoned worm was still lonely in the shadows.

The new hive has risen tall and the organic layer has regained its softness and warmth, but it is still motionless. It died before the hive was finished. The ever-renewing organic layer buries it layer by layer. No one will remember it.

Chen Feng gently stroked his hand to its young body, and under the warmth of melting blood, it opened its sleepy eyes.

When the long dark night ended, it left Chen Feng's warm embrace and jumped onto the cold ground with Chen Feng, in this strange land there was only endless yellow sand and tall sand plants. Leaving the warm organic layer for the first time made Chen Feng develop a cold feeling.

Every feathered arrogant has a name. Chen Feng is still called wind, and it is called rain. Rain and wind are different. He seemed to ignore no one, and would snarl impatiently at others when they got too close to him.

But Chen Feng told him: "Our mission is to fight. Group battles. ”

This was another illusion battle arena, and Chen Feng had a general understanding of the situation here: this was a desert region, and a race was entrenched in this area, controlling the vast majority of the silicon crystal mines.

And the purpose of the Zerg is to grab the silicon crystal ore and prepare enough resources to support the compatriots who are fighting against the Star Spirit Clan in the distance.

"What an interesting trial." Chen Feng smiled faintly.

When Chen Feng saw this race, he realized that it was a human race. They are shorter, fragile, but more scheming than the Astral Clans, and their weapons are mainly chemical explosives, which are cruel and vicious.

"It used to be the Star Spirit Race, but now it's a Human Race, it's really getting more and more interesting." (To be continued......)