National Juggernaut

Chapter 603 The Black World
The number 87215 world (one star), the official alias "Abandoned City and Black Wasteland", has already stated its general style very straightforwardly.

"The land here is a bit strange."

Zheng Li stepped on the soft black soil, but his left eye, which was emitting psychic brilliance, was doing intelligence analysis.

"Like life quality? No, it should be something more peculiar. It has no life itself, but contains the seeds of life and distortion."

Zheng Li grabbed a lump of black soil and watched it dissipate in the wind. What he held in his hand only had a slightly greasy smell.

"The fishy smell? Or the smell of blood?"

Zheng Li raised his head and looked at the scenery in the distance, there was a bit of white in the black soil.

Ruins, dilapidated houses, remnants, only half of the city wall left, the black soil has remained unchanged for thousands of years, but the people who live in it come and go, and various styles of dilapidated buildings have revealed the essence of this place as an ancient battlefield. .

In Zheng Li's spiritual eyes, the land here is a bit too fertile, and countless lives may eventually become its nourishment.

"Let's go, first round with the striker."

On the hill, the large vehicles started up again, and their direction was the densely populated core area of ​​this world.

And Zheng Li, who returned to his cart, also carefully put the soil specimens here into the specimen tube, and put them in the specimen bookshelf of the laboratory. Next to it was the soil of life from the former muddy land.

"Come out the basic comparison results as soon as possible."

Zheng Li still has time to assign tasks to the staff of the R&D department. For him, this is actually the top priority.

Each world has its own "rules", which will fade away significantly after leaving. Most of the research must be carried out locally, and many "results" leaving the local world are absurd conjectures or even refutations.

The research-oriented big car gets more and more results in the later stage. Some people may say that there must be rules, and what is the use of local restricted technology?
"As far as I am concerned, these soils are very suitable to be the 'base' of spiritual weapons of life, healing, and seeding. Perhaps we can extract the rules of 'harvest' and 'plant' growth from it. If we are lucky, Extract concepts like 'giving life' and you'll make a fortune."

The Spiritual Blade system is a powerful system that turns all external things into real wealth. It uses certain "special materials" as the cornerstone to create spiritual weapons. For a moment, it is like a sword master, it has its own world, and it can naturally lock the local rules.

Collecting samples and biological materials from various places can be said to be the habit of the sword master and his party, but how could the "dead" materials after leaving the world be comparable to the spiritual essence that is still full of "remnant souls" now.

Wealth and technology have been accumulated little by little. Zheng Li may not have the absolute confidence to crush Zhao Yuzhen or Liu Yuan in the same period in terms of combat power, but when it comes to the comprehensive capabilities of the entire battle group, the two of them combined are not enough to fight against a peaceful battle group. .

"Ready to fight."

Just after returning to the cart, the entire convoy hadn't been driving for more than ten minutes, and the siren rang through the sky.

The news from the spies, the drones, and the airriders was shared by all the vehicles. Looking at the "welcome group" composed of herds of beasts, medieval chariots, and monsters of the opposite sex on the wasteland, Zheng Li could only shake helplessly. Shake your head.

"Ichisaki is really enthusiastic enough to welcome them."

I have been to many worlds, and it is really a very small number of people who just came in and formed a group to welcome them.

"Are you sure it's me?"

Hu Yisaki, who was still eating popsicles and watching jokes in the command room, had a dazed expression on his face. Letting himself play, isn't Zheng Li's style.

"Yes, use the diffusion tower. Go ahead, I have something to verify."

"Shi Yu, tell the other carts not to go out."

After completing the simple combat deployment of "A just go out", Zheng Li squinted his eyes, sat on his chair, and waited for all this to happen.

He didn't wait long. When the wind direction became more suitable, a faint red mist floated in the sky. With the help of the wind element driver, the red phosphorus powder accumulated by Torora Ichisaki floated in the air and mixed into the air. Amidst the wind and rain, a pervasive blood-red mist formed.

The convoy of "Welcomeers" ran into the fog head-on. After a brief scream and anxiety, they found that this tiny amount of skin toxin was not fatal, not to mention that there were no weak people here.

The fall of some unlucky ones stimulated their blood, and they rushed deeper into the blood mist without hesitation.

And at this moment, the spark first lit.

"coax!"

With a loud bang, the continuous red mist turned into fire mist, and the faint phosphorous powder turned into poisonous wings that spread the flame of death.

In the void above the firefly cart, a Maverick with three poisonous scorpion tails was roaring towards the sky.

The sword master's spirituality was activated, and the fire mist derived from his senses spread again, and the intensity of the poisonous flame instantly increased several times, and the second deflagration turned everything in front of him into a sea of ​​flames.

The welcome convoy stopped here, and what remained in place were only scorched organic combustibles and non-combustible metals, and Zheng Li's left and right eyes were shining with different auras, and he was observing all this.

"Part of the surface land was ignited, which indeed has the characteristics of life quality. But it can't spread to deeper depths. It is speculated that the reason is that Torano Ichisaki's spiritual power is insufficient, and the amount of phosphorous powder is not enough."

"The soul is starting to dissipate? Has it been absorbed by the land? Oh, this world is a bit evil. If you die here, you may not even be able to return to the four spirits or reincarnate, and you will never be reborn."

"The burned organisms also began to sink into the earth. No, it should be said that the earth swallowed it. No wonder the land here smells like blood. Its soul will not be let go, let alone the flesh on it."

"Hey, it's all like this, and it hasn't collapsed yet. They actually started killing each other, Ah Qiong, aren't their spirits a little abnormal?"

[Normal rage and despair, the accumulation of negative emotions far exceeds our world, even a human sword master will go crazy if he stays here for a long time. 】

"Indigenous food? Those golden crops, is the research report out?"

After a while, Song Ying answered Zheng Li's question, but judging from the result, it might not be a good thing.

"The food is all normal, and very full of vitality and nutrition, but to be honest, I can't understand it, the principle is completely unexplainable, and it violates most of the basic forces we know. I always feel that something is wrong, or let our people Eat the crops here."

Song Ying's persuasion was approved by Zheng Li. This world is even more evil than the previous one. From the moment Zheng Li came in, his biological crisis instinct never stopped.

He also asked his companions, and the others also felt that something was wrong. In their instincts, the land and air here were extremely unfriendly.

As the phosphorous powder dissipated, the pitch-black land became even darker. The burnt skin was nothing to the land, but the fact that the entire surface of the land could be ignited made Zheng Li terrified.

"Inform the other cars and suggest not to go out if you can't go out, and resolutely don't use the food and water here if you can. We complete the task as soon as possible and leave."
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There are tens of thousands of worlds ruled and affected by human beings, among which there are not no black lands. All the battle regiment leaders who have experienced many battles have been to similar worlds, but
"There is no such an unpleasant world."

The instinct of the creature is warning him of the danger, and the human sword master doesn't understand why the local residents live so peacefully here.

"There's something slightly off about their ecology, a subtle negative emotional charge."

"Yes, I didn't expect that one day I would see the Moldans start a war for the land. They are obviously a race of travelers who don't need to land."

"Even the herbivorous mushroom people attacked us, they are too aggressive."

"Is this the world of gladiators? No idiot started eating the water and food here, right?"

"I asked the local residents, as well as those who are sensible, and they themselves have a gap that is wrong. This started about 30 or [-] years ago."

The weird gladiator world is like a melting pot that attracts the surrounding life. Countless races have been attracted by this black gold-like land, and then become a part of the local history.

Not every race can occupy a corner in the arena of the gods. There are very few strong races like humans and Atels. The reason why most races are dragged in is because they used to be members of a powerful race. Descendants, or share the same race as it.

A world without food and clothing (crops such as cotton are also infinitely produced) is simply a holy land for them once and for all, but countless races have come and gone, and in the end, only a few incompletes are left.

"The Altels came here almost thirty years ago. They built a factory here. As a well-known powerhouse in this multiverse, the local residents gave up after besieging them a few times."

". What's even more strange is that although the land in this world is very fertile, it doesn't have a lot of metal minerals. The raw materials for their factories are all shipped from other worlds. So, what reason is there to build jobs here? Just for the circle land?"

"Oh, how is it possible? They are not unscrupulous developers holding land for industrial projects. Their factories have indeed been built, and they have provided some agricultural tools and agricultural machinery to other races around them."

"So, if we attack them, will we be hostile by other races?"

"No, I have inquired that their popularity is as bad as ever, just like their bad attitude towards other carbon-based races. To put it bluntly, they have the same attitude towards strong fighting races like us. Do you think they Will you be patient with weaker races? It is said that there are many slaves of local races in the factory."

"So, we can borrow the power of the local race?"

"In theory, it should be possible, as long as we are here to attack the Aters, and then we will allocate the land for their factories. But to be honest, I always feel that the race here is a bit irrational, and we don't seem to do it. The world of diplomacy, the Altels will soon know of our arrival"

"I agree with Commander Liu's statement. If the big collapse in the plan happens, this place will inevitably be affected. It is not worthwhile to deal with the races here, and it will definitely cause many disputes. Personally, I suggest that we Launch an attack directly, with the highest priority on gathering intelligence and finding the 'fleeing convoy'"

All the chasing regiment leaders are experienced fighters, and with just a few words, they can almost grasp the general situation of this world.

This is a world where the land is vast and the population is not rare. There are countless tribes living their own lives on the vast land. There are all kinds of races and types. They fight with each other, compete for more land, and raise more children. ethnic group, but judging from the results, after most ethnic groups came here, the population grew negatively.

The human battle group doesn't want to get too involved with this place. Once too many tribes refuse, it is still a very troublesome threat.

When they first entered this world, the way the Peace Corps responded was the standard attitude of human sword masters when facing a strange and unfriendly world.

Fist is always the most convincing diplomatic word in the collision of aliens whose languages ​​and cultures cannot communicate. After rooting the teeth, I remembered that I could still communicate.

In an unfamiliar world, mass killing is the best diplomatic method for foreigners who actively attack. It will make you look "not easy to mess with", and this is the best way to avoid more troubles.

The "sea of ​​fire" that has just entered the world has indeed played a role. At least now that the human caravans have entered the territory of other races, they have not encountered group fights in the first place.

Now, all the bigwigs are communicating with each other, preparing to conduct a tentative attack on the local factory of the Atel people, let's see their fineness first.

"By the way, is that young man? That's the one who proposed that plan."

"His wagon went on alone, as if he had old acquaintances here."

"Old acquaintance? In this ghost place"

"Heh, that kid used to work in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so it's better not to get into it."

While the other chariot battle groups were preparing for the first mass offensive, Zheng Li and the peace battle group did leave early.

The factory area of ​​the Atel people is in the center of this world, but now the firefly cart is going to the edge of the mountainous area, which is often the residence of the defeated race, but it does not mean how kind they are.

On the contrary, due to the relative lack of resources, their aggressiveness is even higher than that of many strong races, especially when Zheng Li and the Peace Corps only have one car.

But after killing a few "hunters" who rushed to die, the journey became much smoother. If you want to live comfortably in this world, at least the news should not be too closed.

"I'm afraid it will be at least a week away, and we may miss the battle with the Atels."

"It's okay, it doesn't really matter."

Zheng Li didn't care, he even felt that the first wave of attacks might not achieve results.

So, what is the most important thing right now?
"Capricorn, is it in this mountain range?"

(End of this chapter)