Steel Steam and Flame

"What do I need to prepare?" Sucarius was full of doubts. The two communicated in Imperial language, and the meaning of every word was understood. But when these words came out of the mouths of the two, it found that it didn't understand anything, so that the two of them couldn't fully understand what they wanted to express in the connection in the end.

The only thing it is sure of is that it has a lot of jobs that don't sound very good, and it is the job that was promised on behalf of itself without agreeing to it.

Cassia cut off the connection, sighed, recovered from his rest, and looked forward—the gray-white fog was still thick, covering the entire target area. In the early morning, the reddish morning light fell and hit the soft mist, and lost all strength in an instant, and could no longer move forward.

"Nothing needs to be prepared." Cassia said to Sukarius, "It's just borrowing your body. All you have to do is watch quietly and don't raise any opinions."

"But this is my body, so it's normal to have some advice."

"You can save this sentence for Mr. Perkins or Mr. Grote." Cassia smiled, and this idiomatic sentence often yields very good results, just like people who can't speak immediately Sucarius.

",,," I didn't know how to refute, Sucarius could only breathe out a scorching breath, the dead grass and soil on the wasteland splashed, and two fresh soil gullies formed in an instant, "Suddenly miss the blood drawn At least I don’t have to think, and I don’t have so many worries, and my mood won’t have huge fluctuations and ups and downs.”

"This is just the beginning. Believe me, the current mood changes can only be described as 'subtle waves', and there will be more things to make you feel powerless and helpless in the future." Cassia said in a comforting tone, "Just experience more Now, when there are more violent mood swings, you will naturally feel your inner self-calm, and nothing will arouse emotional changes."

"Of course, this is just personal experience."

",,," Sukarius snorted again, ignoring Cassia, turning his head lying on the ground away, facing another direction, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Cassia took a step towards the target area: "There are new changes in the situation, and the observation of pollution will continue. In the next few hours, I will go to the front to collect more information and intelligence, and do some small experiments. You Continue to rest, when to start again, we need to get a clear result from the next contact before we can decide."

"Let's go!" Sukarius made a nonchalant voice.

",,," Cassia shook his head, walked straight forward, and quickly disappeared into the pollution fog.

Sukarius turned his head at this moment, looked up at the direction where Cassia disappeared, and the body wrapped in armor did not move in the end: "I really want to go back..."

In front, Cassia, who kept moving forward at a constant speed, soon came to a polluted forest full of mold erosion. The gray mist that filled the air smelled of damp and decay, and the sticky feeling under his feet made him walk more lightly.

The intensity of the pollution has changed. Going to the edge of a nearly dead tree, Cassia lightly touches the bark covered with substantive pollution with his index finger. That layer of pollution finds new things to attach to, and instantly stimulates vitality. Spread along the fingers.

The aroused pollution began to infect this kind of vitality. Within a few seconds, the pollution on the entire tree and even the ground was also touched, and they found their way out of order. A large piece of pollution, shaped like running water, began to flow towards the index finger. Come.

But in the face of Cassia, pollution without consciousness has no way of knowing what it is facing. The spreading pollution did not even pass through the first knuckle under the tip of the index finger, and was completely absorbed into Cassia's body, becoming a negligible nourishment.

The pollution in a larger area was stirred up, and Cassia controlled it in time to match its own breath with the surrounding environment, and the flowing pollution was cut off immediately, and they returned to their original quiet state in the blink of an eye after returning to disorder.

Cassia looked in a certain direction at this time. Although his sight could not penetrate the heavy fog, nor could he bypass the continuous mountain range in front of him, but in his pupils, the center of the pollution node hidden deep under the ground seemed to be here. Existence is the same, and cannot escape detection.

"Hasn't it been a long time since I acted alone like this?" Suddenly talking to herself, Cassia closed her eyes when she sighed. The next breath was an inexplicable sound in the air. Within a radius of less than 30 meters centered on him, the gently flowing mist began to surge. While the concentration gradually increased, on the surrounding ground and several trees, The thickness of the fungal pollution increased again, growing wildly like dense weeds.

This phenomenon lasted less than two breaths. Amid the rustling sound, dozens of flower buds of different sizes grew from the ground and tree branches, and then the flower buds rotated for half a circle, stretching out one by one, almost white The petals, and the bright red flower core exposed in the center.

Cassia opened his eyes and looked around: "If pollution is a positive help, I hope that such flowers can bloom everywhere on the Three-Phase Continent. But this is just a thought."

He walked towards a white flower, but when he was less than one meter away, the flower seemed to feel something, and the unfolded petals began to close. The footsteps stopped because of this, and Cassia immediately adjusted the intensity of his pollution breath, only then saw the gathered flowers in front of him turn again, and then unfold the petals.

"If the pollution is in the form of flowers, depending on the size, the connection with the rhizome of the world tree will also be different..." Said, Cassia directly pulled up the white flowers in front of him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com There are even green flowers under the flowers There are several small twisted rhizomes. The white flower didn't just wither, it just seemed to be dehydrated and not so fresh in the increasingly concentrated pollution fog.

After absorbing the white flower, Cassia dropped the remaining substance, and then created an open space without sticky pollution, and sat there cross-legged. After a short rest, he fixed a time, and then connected the root system network, and started the preliminary work of artificially enhancing the pollution intensity in most areas.

He needs to let the pollution that already exists in the rhizome of the world tree dissipate in more and stronger ways. For this reason, it is the best way to actively create small nodes one by one. And this kind of node method, he has seen in the southern forest, and knows how to build an orderly network of small nodes. The newborn Miss World Tree is no different from giving the most standard and correct answer long ago.

On another occasion, Grote, who seemed to be asleep, was awakened by the communicator. He took a few deep breaths before calming down.

"Started?" He asked, and roared in the direction where Defoni was.

(end of this chapter)

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