The five of them sat around and talked, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Fu Qinghai was silent for only a second.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and knocked Huxley to the ground, and the middle-aged man was caught off guard, and a prone dog gnawed on, burying his whole face in the sand on the ground.

The three girls were startled by the sudden change.

Fu Qinghai pressed Huxley's neck hard, lifted the clothes behind him, and the bulging ball of flesh under the skin seemed to sense the danger, and hurriedly squirmed and drilled deeper into his body.

Fu Qinghai shot quickly, "snapped" and pressed the ball of meat, regardless of Huxley's heart-rending screams under him, he directly picked up the ball with the belt meat.

"Squeak—"

Fu Qinghai's fingers pinched the sharp hissing little creature, and approached his eyes to take a closer look.

This is a larva that has just developed tentacles from insect eggs, like a small gray sea anemone, its tentacles are slender and soft, with sharp spikes with barbs at the end, and it is still scratching on Fu Qinghai's hand armor.

This is the Plaka parasite.

The larvae's appearance is almost entirely borrowed from ancient Japanese manga, and they look very similar to parasitic beasts, and they emerge from their headless necks in exactly the same way.

The appearance of the adult insect is borrowed from classic science fiction movies, and the shape of the face-hugging insect is much the same, like a large dry spider, with flesh membranes between the arthropods.

There may be limits to the human imagination.

Fu Qinghai's fingers squeezed lightly.

"Squeak!"

The parasite exploded into a mass of slurry and died.

Fu Qinghai shook the mucus on his hand and looked at Huxley.

Huxley was still lying on the ground, gasping for breath in pain, blood streaming down his back, red muscles turning up, revealing a white spine, and he looked miserable.

It seemed that there were still some broken tentacles hooked into the deep muscles, but before Fu Qinghai could help him, the muscles on Huxley's back squirmed, and he squeezed out these "foreign bodies".

"Explain."

Fu Qinghai said lightly.

Huxley slowly stood up, reached out and touched his gradually healing back, his expression changed, he thought about it, and finally said helplessly:

"I said I don't know, do you believe it?"

After speaking, Huxley's expression was gloomy, it seemed that Fu Qinghai would draw his sword and kill him in the next second, and he was also mentally prepared.

However, it was not his expectation.

傅青海 says:

"I believe it."

Huxley was stunned.

The three women were also stunned.

Chen Xinlu had already put on the suspension ring, Jiang Yixia's skin was half green, and even Li Xingxian, who had run out of spell casting materials, was ready to get a sniper blaster.

I'm going to kill Huxley, a "traitor", to the scum.

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"People who are completely integrated with the Praka parasite will have bloodshot eyes, which are very obvious and recognizable at a glance. If your eyes don't turn red, you haven't been controlled. ”

Fu Qinghai continued:

"I suspect that while the perfect human uses your body to produce antibodies to various viruses, it also tests the parasite ability on you, and the result is that your body resists the parasitism of Plaka, causing the eggs to grow slowly, and they have not been able to mature and replace the nerves in your spine."

Plaka parasite, unlike several generations of viruses and molds, no longer belongs to microorganisms and comes to the category of animals, which makes the properties of Plaka parasites different from viruses and molds in all aspects.

First of all, it is less transmissible than mold, at least in the larval and adult stages, the size of the plaka parasite is visible to the naked eye, not invisible and pervasive like viruses and molds, and the larvae that leave the host will die on the spot, and the adult will survive on its own for a few days at most.

Secondly, the vast majority of Resident Evil viruses are deeply integrated with infected people, and there are no antibodies and vaccines, that is, zombies cannot be turned back into humans again.

The Plaka parasite is just a parasite, and if you can accept the price of losing your spine and hemiplegia, and the degree of integration is not deep, it is still possible to remove the parasite and become a normal human again.

Of the twenty-four games in the Resident Evil series, only the one about the Plaka parasite won a pheasant award, for which Fu Qinghai went to try it out, and he was still impressed.

Hearing Fu Qinghai say this, the three daughters gradually relaxed.

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"Of course, there is another possibility."

"What is possible?"

Jiang Yixia asked.

"Perfect humans have discovered us, they know that we are coming, arrange for the Wyvern to send you over in advance, and deliberately inject eggs into your body, it takes a few hours to a few days for the eggs to become adults, depending on what type of parasite they use, you with eggs look no different from normal humans, and when the eggs mature and attack, you who are completely controlled by the parasite will give us a blow."

Fu Qinghai said with a smile.

Hearing this, the eyes of the three girls suddenly became vigilant again.

Huxley raised his hands in surrender:

"I repeat, I really don't know anything."

Chen Xinlu frowned and asked:

"How would a perfect human know we were coming? Even if Moira had informed the other secret strongholds in advance, they didn't know which direction we would choose. ”

Fu Qinghai stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

Chen Xinlu suddenly realized: "Satellite! ”

"But, but ......"

Huxley hastened to explain:

"But they don't know that I know you, and I don't have any friendship with you, so why are perfect humans sure that you won't kill me as soon as we meet, it doesn't make sense at all."

Fu Qinghai shrugged:

"So I'm leaning towards the first possibility."

Huxley had just breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the second possibility is not ruled out."

Huxley's nerves lifted again.

Fu Qinghai picked up the weapon at hand:

"So, the time has come to test your sincerity, and now, take me to the secret stronghold of the perfect human."

……

Fu Qinghai was looking down to check his weapon.

Chen Xinlu frowned and asked:

"Are you going alone?"

"This is just a secret stronghold of the perfect human, not the headquarters of the perfect human, since it is a 'secret' stronghold, it is impossible to deploy too many heavy weapons and high-level players. I know who the people in it are. ”

Fu Qinghai did not continue.

But the meaning is already obvious -

Lao Tzu can push them flat.

Fu Qinghai knew the Plaka parasite very well and knew where the strengthening limit of this kind of thing was.

It wasn't that he couldn't defeat the fungal queen Moira before, but he just didn't have the right weapon.

Fu Qinghai inserted the explosive pistol loaded with mass explosive bombs and the plasma pistol loaded with solid hydrogen fuel rods into the side of his thighs, the inertial hammer hung behind his back, and the blue blade pinned to his waist.

"Don't give them time to prepare."

Picking up the green teeth, Fu Qinghai said to Huxley:

"Lead the way."

……

Yellow sand fills the sky.

Climbing over the ruins, the two came to a wide main road, which was once the main road of the city, which was not buried by the wind and sand, and the road was lined with buildings of various heights and stretched along the main road.

Light gray and earthy yellow are the main colors of the ruins of the city.

A tall and burly space marine, and an ordinary-looking mutant, wide roads, desolate scenery, and lonely backs, like two cowboys walking in a western town.

Red Dead Redemption's sense of déjà vu.

Fu Qinghai felt countless snooping eyes.

From buildings on both sides of the road.

They crept behind the wall, they watched cautiously, they whispered to each other.

When Fu Qinghai appeared in the bewildered city with Huxley, all the intrigues and tricks lost their meaning.

Fu Qinghai didn't play any mess and twists and turns, such as pretending not to know, mixing in, and calculating.

He directly showed the cards.

You know I'm coming, and I know you're here.

An anti-materiel sniper rifle crept out of a small hole in the wall, and Steyr IWS2000.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai raised his arm armor to block the helmet, the warhead turned into a cluster of sparks and bounced away, the armor shell was unscathed, and Fu Qinghai's arm did not move at all.

Pulling out the plasma pistol on his waist, he raised his hand to shoot, the blue beam did not enter the window of the building, Fu Qinghai didn't even look at it, his fingers hooked on the trigger guard, and turned a gun flower into the side of his leg.

The snipers hiding in the building, with their guns turned into flesh and scrap metal, and glued to the walls one by one.

The people hiding in the buildings on either side quietly retreated.

The two continued to stride forward.

"Buzz Rumble ......"

The roar of the engine rang out from afar.

The three huge wheeled armored vehicles kicked up a sky full of sand and dust, and the nose of the "<" type was raised high, and at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, it was crashing into the two of them, and the quadruple anti-tank missiles on the roof of the body were already spewing thick white smoke from behind the cylinders.

"Locked with infrared guidance!"

Qing Ming prompted.

"Stay away from me."

Fu Qinghai commanded.

After speaking, Fu Qinghai strode forward.

"Whoa—"

The Tao anti-tank missile roared in, Fu Qinghai exerted the force perception to the extreme, jumped up at the moment the missile hit, waved his palm, and the missile was pushed away in all directions by the invisible force, Fu Qinghai made a gorgeous turn in mid-air, and the chainsaw sword cut off the slender line connected behind the missile.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Missiles exploded on buildings around them.

Fu Qinghai kicked on the ground the moment he landed, ejected and started, facing the tall armored car that collided with him, the muscles of his whole body exploded and bulged, the electronic muscle fibers were tightly compressed, and he clenched the inertia hammer in his hand, crossed half a circle in the air, and slammed it up.

"Boom-"

The two armored vehicles behind were shocked to find that the front car was lifted up, and the 35-ton 8×8 heavy wheeled armored vehicle, the tail of which was one meter above the ground and flew in the air, and then smashed on the roof of the rear car, and the chassis was idling towards the sky, and the two combat vehicles were scrapped in an instant.

The last vehicle hurriedly braked suddenly, and the front of the car still hit the two front cars like a stack of arhats, and when the shock was undecided, a black figure had jumped high from the top of the scrapped vehicle, holding the hammer above his head with both hands......

"Boom-"

It was the familiar loud bang again, and the entire turret of the armored car twisted and dented, and was smashed into the body with a hammer, squeezing all the occupants inside into minced flesh.

When Fu Qinghai slowly stood up straight on the roof of the car with a long-handled obelisk in one hand, the crowd of people who were hiding in the ruins and quietly watching suddenly dispersed in a hurry, and fled towards the underground passage that extended in all directions.

Fu Qinghai looked back.

Huxley hid behind a boulder with himself in his arms, his neck shrunk and shivering.

"Keep up."

Fu Qinghai said.

After saying that, he jumped out of the armored car and continued to run forward.

The only thing that feels a little pity is that these three "Etan" wheeled armored vehicles have turned into several piles of scrap copper and rotten iron.

……

Fu Qinghai, under the leadership of Huxley, swaggered along the main road of the Lost City to the location of the laboratory of the Perfect Human Secret Stronghold.

Huxley led Fu Qinghai to the manhole cover he had drilled when he fled, and Fu Qinghai smashed open the circular sewer entrance with an inertial hammer, expanding it to a size large enough for Space Marines to pass through, and the two of them jumped together.

Surprisingly, it's not dirty inside, and these sewer pipes are the main transportation arteries of the Lost City, and the people who live here rely on the sewers to get through.

Here, the hosts of some subordinate parasites with low intelligence began to try to sneak up on Fu Qinghai.

Some hosts pretend to be poor mothers and children, but their mouths will spit out four cracked sharp flaps of blood; Some hosts are five meters tall and are chubby giants armed with machetes; Other hosts look like ordinary people, but their bodies are covered in spikes.

One of the major characteristics of these parasite infected people is that after the limbs of the whole body, including the skull, are broken, they will mutate twice, and countless huge flesh and bone appendages will grow in an instant, which are covered with eyes and human faces, as well as bone blades and bone spurs, and the shape is strange and beyond imagination.

But it only caused some minor trouble to Fu Qinghai, and it couldn't slow down his advance for even a moment.

Fu Qinghai drilled into a passage, directly in front of him was the location of the laboratory, there was a grid-like red cutting laser in the passage, moving towards him quickly, the classic weapon of Resident Evil, Fu Qinghai continued to run forward, letting the laser line sweep on the power armor, not even a trace of scorched black remained, and these devices were smashed with one punch.

Then, at the end of the passage, a huge turret slowly rose with a thick 6-barreled 20mm M61A1 Gatling gun.

Phalanx close-quarters guns!

Fu Qinghai was shocked.

Who brought the ship's weapons to land?

There was a dense and violent scream from the muzzle of the close defense gun, and a rain of 4,500 bullets a minute poured down on Fu Qinghai, who simply lay down directly, and while pressing Huxley down with one hand, he pulled out his plasma pistol with the other hand and shot forward.

The fine and bullet chains and blue beams staggered, and the close defense cannon exploded and stopped, and only a few small craters appeared on Fu Qinghai's body after a clang.

……

Finally, Fu Qinghai and Huxley, in the deepest part of the Fallen Maze, saw the giant fleshy "plant" that stood against the ceiling, waving tough tentacles and petal-like spiky mouthparts, like a giant man-eating flower growing on the wall.

In the "society" of the Plaka parasite, there are three classes: subordinate parasites that appear to be normal humans but have low IQs; Dominant parasites with normal intelligence and can command subordinate parasites; And the one in front of you, the source of the parasite eggs - the empress-type parasite.

In the game, just as the E-mold is called the "Black God" by the believers in the village, the Plaka Parasite is also worshipped by the followers of the Cult of Light, and this empress-type parasite is required to regularly sacrifice humans for food.

The giant "plant" has no eyes or ears, but it seems to be aware of the danger coming, and her descendants have passed on Fu Qinghai's ferocity and cruelty to the mother, and are now shrinking and trembling timidly.

Fu Qinghai's gaze moved away from the empress-type parasite and looked at the man standing below.

It was a young man wrapped in an iron-black, streamlined carapace, with a long scorpion-like tail standing up behind his buttocks, swinging nimbly from side to side.

I have to say that the people in charge of the perfect human race are not as ugly as the zombies under them.

Moira's black-feathered six-winged form has a unique beauty of decay and withering, like a decaying fungus spreading pathologically, with a woman's charming face, quite a dark Gothic style.

And the man in front of him, the muscles of his body are covered by a pitch-black carapace, a golden ratio figure, a handsome and fair face, with a biological carapace with good texture and texture, the long scorpion tail behind him rotates slowly, and six pairs of spider arthropods are opened at the shoulder blades, which looks evil and handsome.

"You didn't run away, to my surprise."

Fu Qinghai said.

"You know me?"

The man asked, tilting his head.

"Kathy Wheeler, when Moira was a chair professor and doctoral supervisor at Imperial State University, the student under her was also the human who was best integrated with the Plaka parasite, and I have seen your information in Vault 79."

Fu Qinghai said aloud.

After saying that, he shook his head:

"You're not a reincarnation, you're just an indigenous person in the main Marvel universe, and it was Moira who brought you here with Assimilation Points...... You can't beat him, you should run away. ”

Not a reincarnation means that the other party does not have three lives, and if he dies, he is really dead.

Unexpectedly, the young man said calmly:

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm here just to get an answer."

Fu Qinghai asked:

"What answer?"

The young man's expression was calm, and Fu Qinghai was slightly surprised to find that in his expression and eyes, he did not see any anger and fighting intent.

Cathy lowered her head, looked at her body and hands, and said slowly:

"Monroe once told me that genetic ascension is the only way out for humanity and the only way to elevate to humanity, and I thought that my union with the Plaka parasite was close to perfection, that I had bulletproof carapace, that I had quick reflexes, that I had a strong physique, that I had more limbs...... But I've seen you fighting outside, and I don't think I'm at all able to reach your level. ”

He looked at Fu Qinghai with a calm face:

"Your weapons, your armor, are far more powerful than fungi and parasites, my tactics have been seen through by you, my subordinates have been swept away by you, and I have seen the vulnerability of carbon-based creatures in the face of weapons, even if we have mastered very advanced biochemical technology."

Speaking of this, his tone suddenly became a little excited:

"Can you tell me if the so-called 'genetic ascension' is a mistake?"

"Should we be like those people, replacing the weak flesh with a hard, durable mechanical creation, and carrying out the so-called 'mechanical ascension'?"

"Is replacing humans with machines the only right way to go?"

Kathy Wheeler's eyes were burning and he looked at Fu Qinghai expectantly, his tone full of deep desire to learn.

"Hmmm......"

Faced with this question, Fu Qinghai pondered for a moment.

There is something to be said about whether mechanical flight appreciation is worth it, space necrons.

Before the transformation of the whole people's livelihood, there were two different opinions within the King-Fearing Empire, for and against, after the transformation of the whole people's life, there are still many high-level space necromancers who are tirelessly looking for a way to reverse it, even if they fall into the scam of the Star God Fraudster again.

Mechanical ascension, strong, really strong.

But a race and a civilization exist in this world, and what they pursue is not just "strong".

Defining a civilization in terms of simple "strong" and "weak" is undoubtedly one-sided and stupid.

And it is undoubtedly sad that a civilization leaves only "strong" and "weak" to the world and to itself.

Szarak the Silent King, Taracin the Endless One, Orrican the Prophet...... By the time these figures, who stood on top of the necromancers in space, realized it, it was already too late.

The young man in front of him, Moira's student, his future development and choice of human beings are still at the low and superficial level of "what is stronger" and "what is the strongest", Fu Qinghai didn't know how to explain to him for a while.

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and said:

"In my body, there is no mechanical creation to replace, all from the transformation of biochemical technology."

Hearing this, Cathy's eyes lit up and said:

"So, there's a way out for genetic ascension, right? Even a person as powerful as you did not choose the path of mechanical prosthetic transformation, which shows that genetic ascension is the right thing. ”

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"No, I don't think the point of preserving the flesh is to make us compare flesh and machinery to see who is stronger and who is more durable, as you said, the limits inherent in carbon-based organisms are there."

"Life is the most sophisticated and complex 'machine' in the world, far superior to any mechanical creation, and the gods may not understand the nature of life. The physical body is fragile, but the physical body gives us the possibility to perceive those wonderful existences, psionic energy, magic, the Force, true energy...... The way out for humanity is not to be extremely biased towards a single way. Personally, I believe that the preservation of the body, the study of machinery, and the development of these abilities are the direction of development that human beings should pursue, which is what you call the 'way out'. ”

In addition to genetic ascension and mechanical ascension, there is also a route called "psionic ascension".

The space necrologist who invented the technology of transformation and realized the schemes of the fraudsters, Salras the Enlightener, an arrogant fellow, still does not think that there is anything wrong with the mechanical ascension of the Death-Dread, and not only that, but he is also tirelessly seeking a way to completely transform himself into a being made up of mind and consciousness, abandoning not only flesh and blood, but also mechanical bodies, which he believes are the only way to ascend to godhood.

Fu Qinghai does not comment on whether this line of thinking is right or not, because Salras has not yet succeeded, and there are no success cases or failure cases to refer to.

After listening to Fu Qinghai's account, the young man was thoughtful, he nodded, opened his arms at Fu Qinghai, and said:

"I see. Kill me. ”

Chaowen said, can you die at night?

Is it so strong?

Fu Qinghai shook his head and smiled, and pulled out his plasma pistol.

The blue beam flashed, and Kathy Wheeler's head disappeared in an instant, and the plaka parasite with teeth and claws emerged from his body, and in the thermal view, Kahy's body was a full combination of seven parasites, each of which strengthened a part of his body.

However, in the face of plasma, it is all empty.

Fu Qinghai made up a few more shots, and the mutilated body was pierced by the plasma beam through large holes, and all seven parasites died in a short time.

…………