After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

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112/seven streams

On the map, one of the green light spots was completely extinguished.

The tone of the system can't hear the emotion: [The white wolf is dead. ]

The desire not to become a pollutant overcame the white wolf's survival instinct.

[It is indeed a disaster for human beings to become pollutants like this high-level Apocalypse. But I think it's better to be a pollutant than to be dead. Sure enough, belief in this kind of thing makes me feel puzzling. ]

Lu Yan thought for a moment: "It's different. If you don't have consciousness and just rely on animal instinct to live, for many people, it is more difficult to accept than death."

Because of this accident, everyone looked very heavy when they met.

Lu Yan found the body of the white wolf. It was a huge wolf body, and most of its body was covered with silver-white fur. On the chest is a dagger pierced into the heart.

The white wolf was lying on the ground, looking at the sky above his head, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to firmly remember this moment.

Beside him, a pollutant that has been torn in two, with tree-like roots growing from the break. These roots wriggled constantly, trying to put the broken body back together.

Lu Yan used the hellfire to make up two cuts, and the remains of the pollutants appeared carbonized and charred black, as if they had been burned by fire.

The tiger took off the uniform of the Special Operations Department and put it on the white wolf. This is an old uniform from decades ago, when it was still white.

He endured it for a long time, but couldn't hold it back, turned around, squatted on the ground covering his face, and cried loudly.

The cry was heard far away.

In the distance, some dazed family members poked their heads out, with expressions like frightened little animals. They didn't know that there was a stranger who died forever in a foreign country in order to save them.

Ning Huai's smoking hand trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly red: "Come back and deal with it, it's too late."

It's a make or die move.

Unlike the other polluted areas that Lu Yan has been to, in the Kingdom of God, the closer you get to the central area, the more radiant and majestic the overall environment is, without the slightest smell of blood, it doesn't seem like you are going to take over the Kingdom of God It's like going to a dinner party.

The system introduced: [Allah's original body, when he was young, he was engaged in publicity/sales, and after a few years of squatting, he trained a very good eloquence. In the early days of founding the Bliss Sect, he was still an enlightened person and did not become a pollutant. He really felt that he could become the god of the new world. ]

[It's a pity that he didn't understand one thing. It was his brain that became the pollutant, not himself. After feeling that the body was useless, Allah abandoned the original body and chose a more suitable container, so that the teaching of bliss could flourish in Changjia. Finally, it penetrated into the lives of most people in Changjia...]

Whether it's a tiger or a Ninghuai, the speed at full speed is much faster than driving a car. Because Lu Yan only had two legs, he was carried on his back by the big tiger after enjoying the unique care for the handicapped.

The central courtyard is filled with a thick layer of mist, and the decoration here is very solemn, resembling a temple in ancient Rome.

Behind the gate, in the center of the hollowed-out dome, a brain flower carved from marble was placed in the very center surrounded by stars.

On the twelve white pillars around, there are distorted figures embedded one by one, both men and women, with expressions of pain or sadness, staring at the sky without exception.

[This is the body that Allah commemorates Himself. ]

Here, it is very close to the body of Allah.

Lu Yan could even hear the faint sound of breathing in the white mist, like a sleeping beast.

[The body of Allah is easily damaged, and the pollutants of the spiritual system have always been weak in combat. Therefore, it relied on the guards of the temple to consolidate its rule, and it would not show its true colors to others on weekdays. ]

Ning Huai thought for a moment in front of this gate: "Wait a minute, it's too quiet here. I'll send a splinter to take a look first."

Lu Yan was fortunate enough to watch the use of talent fission.

A line of blood appeared on Ning Huai's back, and a huge opening was opened. A pair of slender hands protruded from it, struggling to squeeze out from the gap in an extremely irregular shape.

Ninghuai No. 2 was covered in amniotic fluid-like mucus, and its shriveled body was like a weathered mummy. But after absorbing the mucus, the body of the fission body becomes plump, which looks exactly like the current Ning Huai, with a spiritual power threshold of 8400 and an initial lesion degree of 0.

He has a pair of deep purple eyes, and his lower body is also a spider-like body, but his eyes have no charm, just like a puppet controlled by the ****. His vision will be shared with Ning Huai, and his whole body will be controlled by the master's body. However, the degree of disease is not shared.

Overall, it's a very useful tool.

Such a fission body, in a short period of time, Ning Huai can only fission one. The next fission will not reach such a high threshold of spiritual power.

Following Ning Huai's instructions, the fission body slowly stepped into the core area of the Kingdom of God.

Unlike imagined, this place is actually a block.

Uninhabited, but everything seems to remain as it was before the catastrophe. The hood of the car on the road is covered with a layer of dust, but the headlights are still on. On the co-pilot, the man who had already dried up was still holding a phone.

On the street, young women are holding umbrellas, with expensive jewelry on their wrists, and the dogs on the leashes are nowhere to be seen. Only one collar remained on the ground.

The glass in the cupboard was shattered all over the floor, and some gangsters had grim expressions, holding a few gold necklaces in their hands, and their bodies were still running.

This is the moment before disaster strikes.

The white mist that spread from the divine court stopped everything. The world paused in an instant. The neighborhood was untouched until now, decades later. The street lamps have not been checked and repaired, and the light emitted has become extremely dim.

The fission body lightly touched the people around it with its hands, and these dried-up people fell to the ground instantly, shattering into pieces of powder.

"Not a pollutant."

The fission body said to itself.

At this time, it shared the thinking of Ning Huai, and it was Ning Huai itself.

In the mist, the outlines of some monsters can be vaguely seen.

A huge octopus is lying on the top of a high-rise building, half of the sky is covered with its faint shadow, its tentacles are shaking. It's like driving away, but also like welcoming.

The degree of disease of the fission body slowly increased in the white mist.

When passing by an alley, a dog barked suddenly sounded in his ear.

A pitch-black three-headed dog pounced on him, opened its bloody fangs, and there were some bright red pieces of meat in the gaps between the teeth. This pollutant is a full three meters high, surrounded by a foul-smelling wind.

The fission body bent down, avoiding its sharp minions, and turned back and stabbed the long jointed limbs into the body of the three-headed dog.

When Ning Huai's spider legs are fully opened, it can be seven meters away.

Like a sharp knife, the jointed limb penetrated into the abdomen of the three-headed dog, and cut it vertically into two halves.

The three-headed dog fell to the ground. There was no blood, but white brains flowed out and scattered all over the ground.

This street is very long. When he stepped into the next area, Ning Huai felt warm all over his body, his expression was in a daze for a moment, and the next moment, he stood on the street at the intersection.

In a shopping mall not far away, an advertisement for his favorite female artist is displayed on the giant led screen. But the ad has long since stopped airing.

Ning Huai lowered his head and found that the distortion of his body was gone, and he was even carrying a briefcase.

The sun was shining warmly on my body, and the road was turned green. A person with a smile rushed past him.

This is not the slightest difference from what he saw more than thirty years ago.

Ning Huai took out his briefcase and found that it was his student's graduation thesis.

Before becoming an Apocalypse, he was a doctoral supervisor in the Department of Physics of S University, with a professional title of professor.

The phone rang in the pocket of the suit jacket.

Ning Huai took out his mobile phone, and there was a familiar yet unfamiliar voice from the dean of the School of Physics: "Professor Ning, at nine o'clock in the morning, the awards are being presented in the auditorium. I just returned to China and worked hard, but this time, you can't be late! Our country is so Over the years, you are the only one who has won the Bohr International Gold Medal."

The Bohr International Gold Medal is awarded every three years to reward engineers and physicists who have made outstanding contributions to the peaceful use of atomic energy. * is one of the most important prizes in physics.

Yes, the field of Ning Huai's research is nuclear physics.

He replied subconsciously: "Now, the car is out of gas. I came here by bus. I forgot to fill it up yesterday."

This is obviously not a city of s, so naturally it cannot be as big as s. However, Ning Huai really walked to the school gate with the briefcase in hand.

The students are full of vigor, and there are street vendors selling breakfast and fruit on the side of the road, and there are even part-time students in the gym distributing leaflets.

College students who got up early rode bicycles to the library in a hurry.

The preparatory scientific research dogs of the School of Biochemistry wore white coats and rushed to the laboratory in groups.

Everything is so lively and vibrant. As a result, Ning Huai couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

This is what Ning Huai, or in other words, many Apocalypse who joined the Special Operations Department, want to protect.

An orderly human society; and the crystallization of a great civilization left by those short-lived souls in countless years of history.

When he arrived at the auditorium, there was a red carpet in front of him, with flower baskets on the left and right sides. Above the auditorium, there is a red banner: Congratulations to Professor Ning Huai from the School of Physics of our school for winning the "Bohr International Gold Medal"!

At the entrance of the auditorium, the director happily waved: "Ning Huai! Here we come! Come in, the reporter is interviewing inside."

Next to him, there are colleagues he is familiar with. There are sincere and bright smiles on his face, happy for his achievements.

Ning Huai still saw his parents who had passed away for many years here, the two elders were from ordinary working families, and now they were wearing a little red badge, with an extremely embarrassed expression on their faces.

The director shouted from a few meters away: "Ning Huai, come quickly, everyone is waiting for you! The scene is also set up. Let's take a photo with the medal!"

But Ning Huai just stopped here, looking nostalgic.

He did win the Bohr International Gold Medal when he was 33 years old. In the second year, he awakened and became an Apocalypse.

If the person who came here was not a fission body, but the real Ninghuai, he might have lost his way at this moment.

The real Ning Huai was still standing at the entrance of the Central God Court, his eyes were still clear and firm, but he couldn't hold back his reddened eyes the moment he saw his parents: "Psychic pollutants are indeed terrible. Although I have repeatedly reminded This is an illusion, but everything around me is constantly immersing me in the past..."

Because of the sequelae of forgetfulness, Ning Huai's disease actually increased much slower than normal people.

Too painful things, he always forgets quickly. On the contrary, some details are firmly remembered. Even strangers who passed by more than ten years ago.

Ning Huai once recalled his parents in the middle of the night, they were a very loving couple, but what he thought of was always two blank faces.

If he hadn't come here, he wouldn't even remember that his father and mother looked like this.

The fission body Ning Huai did not move for a long time, so the director's urging became more urgent: "Ning Huai, come quickly!"

The fission took a deep breath, and in the next moment, arthropods grew from his lower body, and with a light wave, he cut the director's throat.

Blood spurted out, the director's expression was full of disbelief, and he fell into a pool of blood.

The parents came over and asked sharply, "What's the matter? You're so promising that you don't even recognize your parents?"

The old professor who taught him leaned on crutches, pointed at the tip of his nose, his hands trembling: "Ning Huai, you, you, how can you kill someone? ——Are you crazy?!"

The students he had taught looked terrified: "Professor Ning, what's wrong with you?!"

Ning Huai killed everyone here. His jointed limbs walked on the ground, stepping on the thick plasma, pulling out thin lines.

The surroundings became silent.

Even though he knew it was all fake, all of his things were too real. As a result, Ning Huai's heartache was twitching slightly.

Relatives and friends lay on the ground, dying with regret.

The highly distorted Ning Huai Xing walks among them, like a different kind. He inexplicably felt a little cold.

When he killed the last person he knew, the surrounding scene was instantly confused by white mist.

The corpses on the ground seeped into the ground like water.

By this time, Ning Huai's disease degree had reached 47.

Almost halfway through, but still holding on.

The auditorium finally revealed its ferocious true face. It was a fish lying on the ground. Its body was highly decomposed, but its mouth was extremely huge. Enough to swallow a truck in one gulp.

The fish mouth was wide open, waiting for Ning Huai to enter the urn.

Because there is no water, the fish is on the street, unable to move an inch.

Ning Huai simply ended its life. Keep going.

The surrounding fog is getting thicker.

The last area is uninhabited and full of ruins.

45 years ago, the Kingdom of God acted. In order to hit Allah hard, he and 20 other advance team members have come here together.

These ruins are the traces left by their battles.

Ning Huai couldn't help showing a nostalgic look on his face.

Among the first batch of Apocalypse awakened, there were many outstanding members. They are basically the top figures in all walks of life. On the contrary, ordinary people are rarely awakened.

According to the Institute's theory, perhaps this is really an evolution.

Ning Huai understands that this place is very close to the true body of Allah.

His body was covered with a carapace, and through the subtle tremors of the ground, he felt movements in different directions.

Behind him, there are people.

On Ning Huai's arm, the bone spur broke open and the skin penetrated out. The edge shone like a cold light like a blade.

He turned his head abruptly, but in the next second, his pupils constricted.

A few azure feathers slowly fell from the sky.

On the cross at the top of the ruins, a figure gently landed on the top.

Feng Qing had two pairs of wings growing from her back, hanging down to the ground, holding a scepter, her eyes were hollow and majestic.

He doesn't seem to be any different from before.

However, the aura on Feng Qing's body was clearly the same as that of pollutants.

Ning Huai asked tremblingly as if his throat had been choked: "Blue Bird...?"