Master of the Stars

"I don't seem to understand this world." Long Qi murmured.

"What you don't understand, it can't be clearer."

"Stupid, he is reading the barrage."

"Actually, I think Brother Seven may have fallen because of the IQ and San value."

"Please help!"

"Thank you Seventh Brother for bringing salt for us."

"It feels like the door of the new world is open to me."

"Refund! I'm watching the wilderness live broadcast, not a supernatural novel!"

"Is it serious to say that refunding money? Should I make mental compensation?"

"It's funny to use your brain at this time. Come and shout with me: Ink is so handsome!"

"So, did you catch the key clue?"

The netizens clearly saw that the thin, thin living creature struggling on the edge of the **** flesh was clearly bat-like, and it was carved out of the same mold as the data animation shown by Dragon Seven.

Winged blood bat.

No matter how the netizens in the live broadcast room tried to bring the situation back to the rules of the world they are accustomed to by pretending to be relaxed and calm, the world is still unfolding in a mode that they feel deeply absurd and even fearful in their hearts...

Long Qi used nonsensical interactions to clear up the confusion in his mind, and gave up the effort to study Ruiwen's abilities earlier than millions of netizens, and went to the point:

"That's why the ink kicked the legendary'superior host'... Is it too strong? How do you feel that the state is not right? It feels like a concussion."

Dragon Seven's statement is very apt.

At this time, the winged blood bat, struggling on the edge of the blood stain on the ground, seemed to have completely lost its sense of orientation and balance, and kept bouncing on the ground.

Occasionally there were a few times, in fact, it had already flapped its wings, but it was no more than seven or eight centimeters above the ground, and it was planted again. Even with such a struggle, it became increasingly weak.

Except that the ink took it down too hard, Long Qi couldn't find any other explanation.

The question is, when did the deformed species, which has always been rough and thick, become so fragile?

Ruiwen did not answer Long Qi's question, but looking at her posture, she wanted to do the same with the Winged Blood Bat in the same way as the previous treatment of the ghost bird.

Seeing the corpse of the ghost bird still dancing nerve ballet, Long Qi couldn't help it, and reached out to stop: "This, or don't. I mean, for safety, can I not use the knife?

"Regarding this'version' of the Winged Blood Bat, the information has been more accurate. If it is confirmed to be the first-level host, the'parasitic bacteria' in its body will transform its body through a special community model to form a brand new one. 'Poison Mist Pool' and'Power Pump'...

"Well, you should also pay attention to the audience. Miss Ruiwen’s operation just now is quite dangerous. I have also said before that the main product of the distortion nest is actually mostly insects and even microorganisms-this is also the most troublesome. A sort of.

"It is invisible to the naked eye, but it can parasitize and infect a large number of people without people knowing it, and rapidly multiply and change generations. Without complete safety measures, it is best not to start easily!"

Long Qi said a big deal, Ruiwen only looked at him, and finally waited until he had a problem before saying:

"No need to move a knife."

As he said, he cast his gaze to the side of the Winged Blood Bat again.

Long Qi subconsciously followed his sight. At this time, the live broadcast angle has been cut back to him unknowingly, giving him complete control over the area covered by the lens.

Long Qi felt Alexander more and more.

But soon, the ink that had just made the merits of the battle was probably impatient with him. With a leap, the thick claws directly stepped on the winged blood bat on the ground.

As shown in the data, the winged blood bat has no vocal organs, and although it is still resisting, no other sound comes out except for the "porp" sound of the pellicle wings hitting the ground.

Such a monotonous flapping sound is more like the accompaniment of the "neural ballet" next to it, and there is a strange sense of coordination that tramples on human aesthetics together.

"See?" This is the second time Ruiwen has asked similar questions.

Long Qimuran, he suddenly wanted to ask if he was in Ruiwen's place like a deaf and blind...

Fortunately, Ruiwen's slender fingers pointed clearly at this time.

So Long Qi saw that the fluffy pointed ear area of ​​the winged blood bat struggling and twitching under the thick ink claws, on the gray-black skin base, there is a tiny color patch that is not very coordinated, which is coming from the auricle. "Bounce" out shaking and shaking.

The color block is quite eye-catching "red", dim, like a peeled blood scab. But in fact, it has its own mode of action.

After being thrown out of the ear canal by the struggling wing-handed blood bat, I wanted to climb back again, but was thrown farther by the fierce action, and slid directly onto the grass, unable to find a path for a while, so I just found a relatively stable target nearby. Climbing.

It chose the thick claw that the ink stomped on the Winged Blood Bat.

Just now there was the ink of the big boss, with a "quack" scream, flapping his wings, turning the grass clippings, and raising dust and smoke.

Only this time, the little thing had obviously adapted to the turbulent changes in the outside world, clinging to the ground, and it didn't even blow out.

This relatively stable state also gave Longqi, and netizens who rely on Longqi's perspective to collect information, an opportunity to carefully observe and judge.

Due to the continuous tracking and locking of Dragon Seven’s perspective, netizens’ attention naturally followed, taking this little thing as a key factor to grasp.

"Focus more firmly!"

"Screenshot search."

"It looks like an ant."

"Hey, it's covered in earwax."

"Enough front!"

In any case, an ant wrapped in earwax is more cordial than a half bird corpse that is jumping nerve ballet.

And soon, this little thing that looked like an ant had shaken off the sticky dirt on its body, exposing a clearer appearance of the ant. At the same time, the goal and direction were revised again, and he crawled toward the winged blood bat that continued to struggle.

"Red ants... how can there be such red?"

"It's so big."

"I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"What about the results of the search?"

According to the observation and analysis of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room, if you don't pursue excessive accuracy, you can cut it according to geographic location. The expression of each area is actually the same.

For example, in a military vehicle camp that is also in the wilderness, not far from the live broadcast location, among some "idlemen" who gather together to watch the live broadcast, it forms a discussion very similar to the barrage gliding through the live broadcast room. model.

Of course, compared with most netizens, those with more information, those who have more information, should have more discussion elements:

"Don't say, when the winged blood bat was on the tree, Miss Ruiwen found an abnormality in its ear canal..."

"This is too exaggerated."

"She discovered that the Winged Blood Bat is always a fact earlier than Dragon Seven, oh, and ink."

"Seven brothers are very nervous in front of him, and his performance is abnormal...Well, I also noticed something wrong in the back."

Jin Ying can instinctively argue for her idol. Of course, as a professional, she can't just talk about it, so she has to find another reason that makes sense:

"Maybe it's a little too big. The Burner is still equipped with the dark blue platform to maximize his ability. He is only a few seconds away from his full body armor..."

The more Jin Ying said, the lower the voice. In fact, everyone knows that from the series of shots just now, Long Qi does have a certain gap with Rui Wen on the perceptual level.

"Riwen also specializes in perception?"

"Your information was read for nothing? Judging from the combat mode, it's obviously on the side of the body."

"There are only a few words about that battle..."

"Watch the live broadcast, watch the ants."

"By the way, isn't there an official answer yet?"

Jin Ying adjusted his mind, rolled his eyes, but noticed that an "acquaintance" who had just passed by in the military vehicle camp that was gradually becoming lively, immediately waved:

"Dr. Chen, expert Chen!"

As a head dog, Dr. Chen Qiang, who took a group of juniors to take samples and rushed back and forth to coordinate, is probably one of the busiest people in the camp at the moment.

He didn't even hear Jin Ying's first greeting. He was startled at the second and turned his head.

However, he didn't see Jin Ying either, only the bright color that belonged to the cat's eye among the people gathered in a circle.

He turned automatically under his feet and ran over a few steps: "Ms. Cat's Eye, you call me?"

Jin Ying rolled his eyes next to him, and did not mean to correct the idea of ​​the "tool man", and directly asked: "Dr. Chen, this, can you recognize it?"

"This, Ma..."

At this moment, Chen Qiang's professional cultivation overwhelmed the hormonal effects of courtship, and his mouth suffocated. When he spoke again, his tone of voice rose slightly:

"Vulcan Ant?"

"what?"

"Sickle-shaped forelimbs, sixteen knee-shaped antennae, and the last four nested... Vulcan ants!"

The voice came down here, and the outer door of the command car not far away "Kang" opened. Professor Ding Zhiying, who was always slow, appeared there, with flushed face, gray hair on his forehead or being blown by the wind, almost standing up. :

"Where is Colonel Meng?"

Upon seeing this, Lang Zhihe, who participated in the chat here, hurriedly walked over: "Professor Ding..."

I didn’t see Meng Tu, and it was the same when I saw Lang Zhihe. Ding Zhiying patted and directed the door frame:

"Turn around, turn around!"

"what?"

"Vulcan ants were found in the live broadcast room! It's the one recommended by Lao Wu..."

Professor Ding Zhiying's eyes are shining: "I mean, there is no Vulcan ant nest on the peninsula, and there is no suitable living environment. It shouldn't appear! This kind of disordered ecology represents a disordered structure, which is extremely important evidence... …Turn around!"

Lang Zhihe was a little dazed, turned his head subconsciously, and looked at the chatting crowd who was still together just now.

Chen Qiang over there just understood the background of Jin Ying's problem, and he blinked:

"Peninsula, Vulcan Ant?"

He cast his gaze on the live broadcast again, and in the next second, he screamed.

Chen Qiang, who was also fascinated by beauty before, quickly shifted his emotional burst at the moment when the team's research came to light. When Professor Ding Zhiying was distracted to explain, he was the first to discover a new key element in the live broadcast:

"Another one, another one!"

That’s right, another Vulcan ant, perhaps it’s a strange companion who has not returned for so long, or the Winged Blood Bat, which has gradually lost the ability to resist, can no longer arouse its interest. Under the focus of Dragon Seven’s sight, from the same The auricle area of ​​his head is exposed, and the antennae on the top of his head sway slightly, seeming to be receiving and analyzing the information flow from the surrounding environment.

Then, another similar little thing crawled out of the ear canal directly. This was the third one.

Then the fourth, fifth...

There were at least five Vulcan ants, and the fish pierced through them.

The winged blood bat, which no longer struggles sharply, just keeps twitching, dedicated itself to become a stable upward and downward passage for the Vulcan ants, allowing them to climb up and down.