National Juggernaut

Chapter 332

There was a time when, in the study of psionics, the consciousness that can distort matter is more important, or the matter that carries consciousness is more important. There are many debates that both sides are the premise of each other, but who comes first and who comes last, the chicken or the egg comes first, It has made the scalps of countless researchers tingle.

When the materialist world becomes the idealist world, who is the primary of consciousness and matter is not just a philosophical question, it is a very serious and important academic question.

"Consciousness is a priority and can even exist independently."

This is the third law of psionics, and it is also the source of many theories and achievements.

For example, it is feasible to replace the body. For example, the body left after killing the gods is the divine material. For example, the meat slices dug up by Dabai are the freshest divine material, which can be transformed into the human sword master (consciousness source) Material.

"Can Cinderella's fairy tale summon any powerful troops?"

Zheng Li's inquiry is to directly ask the girl about your subconscious understanding of fairy tales, and to analyze your childhood dreams—"How did you make the princess dream when you were young?"

This was more than directly asking about the history of the Second Heiress. Song Ying blushed for a rare moment, but thinking of the current battle situation, she could only sigh and speak out directly.

".Cinderella Cinderella later married the prince and became the royal family of the palace, that is to say, she had the entire palace and the kingdom with mouse grooms, sparrow tailors, mouse war horses, a prince and a dozen guards. The number is relatively large. But relatively weak. The prince has certain wisdom and command ability."

Zheng Li instantly understood that this was indeed the weaker one in "The Witch's Fairy Tale House".

The Witch's Fairy Tale House, Song Ying's Three Spikes, is also the "General Maker" in her Fairy Tale Legion series, which is specially used to create relatively powerful elite units and command units.

The fairytale house will randomly become a "cabin in a fairy tale", for example, if it becomes the forest hut of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, there will be seven elite gray dwarf warriors armed to the teeth and a corpse-loving prince. The latter is nothing Combat power can be used as a head and a meat shield.

The relatively strong three little pigs, the three wild boar kings with master-level fortification construction ability, and a big-mouthed wolf with a big mouth that summons the wind.

The strongest is the fairy tale of Little Red Riding Hood, just two elites, a childhood nightmare of grandma wolf, and an ace hunter who can kill grandma wolf.

Although Fairytale itself has no strength or weakness, spiritual weapons have limits. Under the premise of limited total energy, the fewer elite units produced, the stronger the individual.

Cinderella Cinderella can summon so many creatures, and none of them have any combat factors, and there are guards that account for the population. It is indeed not a very powerful fairy tale choice.

But after thinking for a while, Zheng Li smiled. Perhaps, this is the best choice for the "fairy tale house" instinct, and the evolutionary path that is most suitable for the current situation.

"I can't eat anymore."

Moving in the body of a god-level creature is not an easy task, but Dabai, who is regarded as a "child body", eats whatever he sees, and forcibly digs a path along the way.

This is an extremely high-level divine material, a great tonic that meets Dabai's needs, but he still reached his limit very quickly. He could only take a few bites, and then spit the meat slices into the "pumpkin carriage" behind him.

This is the piece of meat that was just dug out from a god-level creature. It still carried the soul (not much) just now, and it is the freshest god-level material.

Some of them disappeared in an instant and became part of the expanding "Pumpkin Carriage", while some became mouse warriors and palace guards under the skillful guidance of "Cinderella".

The mouse warrior jumped out of the carriage, looked for a direction at random, and began to bite and dig holes.

Some of the palace guards stayed in the car, some jumped out of the car, and started hacking and killing Zheng Li at random. They were also given a task to smash those big bottles when he and his party were far enough away to dissolve T7. The agent spreads in its body.

What's even more excessive is that some relatively inferior and large quantities of "snake brand" poisons were left behind, and the guards did the same thing.

Let them destroy this monster?Zheng Li is not so naive yet.

"Boom!"

The sound of a sudden explosion came from behind, and Song Ying, whose face was pale, told Zheng Li a fact.

"A mouse warrior is finished, I don't know what did it."

"Let's produce more, give priority to the quantity, let them go in different directions, and interfere with the other party's tracking and exclusion of us as much as possible."

"The quantity has reached the limit of 'Fairy Tale House'. Although the upper limit has been increasing, it cannot keep up with our manufacturing speed."

"Then use your abilities to make guards, similar to how you make wooden armies and fleshy whales, let them fight automatically, although it's a bit wasteful."

I took a look at the "living room", and the meat slices and minced meat that had piled up in there disappeared at a slow speed. It seems that even the digestion speed of the fairy tale house has reached its limit.

[Tired, better, tired, better. 】

This time, what was delivered was not the ballad in the fairy tale, but the cry of the child when he was hungry.

Song Ying was immediately overjoyed, which meant that the spiritual weapon had jumped out of the projection limit of her own consciousness, with self and self-pursuit, and the awakening of the spirit race had really begun.

"Better? Yes, you can ask her to make more bait so that we can attack the key spiritual organs of this monster."

The Fairy Tale House has no interest in this ordinary "meat slice", but Zheng Li took the opportunity to put forward new requirements. The most direct difference between the Spirit Race and the Spirit Tool is that the Spirit Race has stronger subjective initiative and better maneuverability.

Needless to say, when Song Ying's will was conveyed, the sliced ​​meat at the door quickly disappeared, and more rat-headed monsters, rat-headed grooms, and rat-headed guards appeared.

When her consciousness awakened, she also got rid of the shackles of the "fairy tale" a little bit.

As the leader of the temporary team, Zheng Li turned his attention to the bottom. There, there seems to be an organ that secretes digestive juice?
"It" is still a living thing. Although there is a special digestive juice production system in the body, and even most of the whole body serves it, it is still impossible to let the digestive juice flow freely. It still has a set of self-balancing organizational structure.

There is a heart (humoral drive), parts that conceive life, and components that drive muscles. If they are separated from the body, these are high-level divine materials.

What Zheng Li said was right, he really made people do what they did for the autumn festival, and staged it again.

Attack its core organs, and then transform them into the growth materials of Dabai and Fairy Tale House. This is what Wu Sanjun means by "matryoshka".

Originally, this was the inner body area of ​​a god-level creature, the place where its consciousness is controlled. No one can easily see through everything beyond the limitation of the god-level body. No more, just follow the target and track it.

Along the road, "soldiers" carrying dangerous goods left one by one. They did not hesitate to perform suicide-level bait missions, and the truly deadly three-person team-the groom (attached to the horse), the guide, and the "summoner" The soldier's "princess" is looking for the Achilles' heel of the troll along the way.

"This is the dry digestive gland, why did you eat it all?!"

Seeing Dabai vomit half of it to the "living room" and then being eaten by the floor, Song Ying laughed out loud at the scene of the horror movie.

"half each."

The big white urn said to the "pumpkin carriage" behind in a low voice, and a ray of light was cast, and the big white mouse and pumpkin suit became a prince suit with a cloak and a crown, and a white horse pattern was painted on the body.

"puff."

This time, Zheng Li couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

This is probably an expression of goodwill from the "Fairy Tale House" who agreed to the spoils sharing agreement and was very satisfied.

"Prince Shark" was not annoyed, and rushed directly to the next target. Before leaving, Zheng Li left several dissolving bottles and high-grade poison bottles and handed them over to the mouse guards who stayed in the local area.

One, two, three, when each key target was patronized, the behemoth finally came to an end.

In the eyes of the wolves outside, when the trio disappeared into the tentacles, the situation gradually changed.

As time went by, it gave birth to fewer and fewer new monsters, and it often let out strange roars and even started to grab a few monsters outside and stuff them into the cave on the body surface.

After about a minute, the hole on the surface began to erupt again. This time, it was not the peaceful birth of monsters, but continuous explosions filled with violence.

"Ow!"

The silent roar of consciousness lingered in the minds of many people. The giant monster was undoubtedly at the limit. Its helpless wailing did not receive any response. The battlefield, in its untouchable body, it is not a thick-skinned warrior.

Then, one window after another began to erupt, countless cracks and even holes appeared on the body surface, and normal body fluids other than digestive juice flowed out, and everyone discovered that it was actually a red-blooded creature.

"Boom!"

The tentacles and limbs disintegrated and fell off one by one. When it started to whip itself with the tentacles and insert them into its own body, everyone knew that its condition was extremely bad.

I don't know how long it has passed, the human's expectations have lengthened this difficult waiting time, perhaps only a minute or two, the huge monster suddenly fell down.

And when a great white shark with a "big crown" dragged a house out of the hole, everyone looked at them in disbelief.

When it was determined that all this was real and not a dream, the huge cheers spread far and wide.

(End of this chapter)