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Chapter 359: Mutated Virus: Forest of Elves
The extreme south.

A metal disc was flying recklessly at a speed close to Mach 5. It was very quiet along the way and there were no obstructions at all.

Even some gods' messengers would decisively tear open the space cracks and leave the moment Bai Yi's mental power touched them.

At this critical moment, unless it is a messenger of God with powerful divine power, God is unwilling to waste his power fighting the white plague.

Even if there are legendary lords in the mutation zone and the disaster zone, they will only silently reduce their presence in the world of White Plague, which is now at the 67th level of legend, and in the spiritual power that is so strong that it makes their original bodies a little uneasy.

Bai Yi casually marked several legendary mutation areas.

Continue turning the pages of the book.

The most intuitive manifestation of transformation science is [Frenetic Transformation]. White Blight likes this transformation very much, but it has a shortcoming.

With Bai Yi's current use and transformation technology of materials, he can indeed increase the power of Frenzy Bloom to the legendary level.

But there is a very embarrassing situation. There are a total of 104 city defense mecha federations, which means 104 legends.

And Baiyi can now also build A-series city defense mechas, which means that the one-time modification of the legendary level does not seem to have much effect.

What Bai Yi is researching now is the legendary transformation legion. This is the big deal. Something like a legend is very powerful even if it only has attributes.

After all, the birth of a legend is difficult. How many legends are there in the entire federation with so many people?
So even if it takes ten transformed legends to defeat one normal legend with specialties, it's not a loss.

Once the legendary transformed creatures reach a certain scale, no enemy below the level of God will be able to pose any threat.

This can be seen from the Star Federation, which directly built 400 A-series city-defense mechas, which kept that place stable for nearly 500 years.

Disaster zones and mutation zones are just empty talk.

However, the higher the quality of the renovation, the more cost becomes an issue.

This cost does not refer to gold coins. Gold coins are indeed extraordinary materials and do have a certain value.

But even though it can be used as currency, it cannot cover the cost of all materials. For example, soul crystal cores are extremely scarce in the market and cannot be bought even with money.

And this requires Midley's help. She now has to learn and manage the rules of the demon dimension.

At a time flow rate of two thousand times faster, as long as she is given seeds, there is a high probability that many gaps in transformation can be filled.

The only troublesome things are those materials that are not formed naturally or whose natural formation conditions are very harsh.

There is
Zero: [The Wonder Guard sent a message that in half a month, the Star Messenger will visit. He is the messenger of the Alchemist Sage.]

Bai Yi paused for a moment and stopped thinking: [Got it.]

Not communicated through players
Has Xingchen started to defend against players? They are very perceptive.
While thinking, Bai Yi raised his hand and nodded. Terrible energy poured into the temporary aircraft under him. As a light shield rose, wrinkles began to appear in the space, and space travel began again.

It’s almost time. After another hour of traveling, we should reach our destination. It’s indeed far away, but Bai Yi is looking forward to it because according to ancient records, the place he is going to should be a place where gods disappear.

Bai Bai and this god have some connections with Bai Bai, but I don’t know what the legendary Elf Forest looks like now.

Could it be some inheritance of the Goddess of Life?
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"hu~hu~"

"roar~"

Tap tap tap.
The sounds of quick and staggering footsteps, heavy breathing, and some low growls of wild beasts were heard in the jungle.

There was despair in Winster's eyes; his physical strength had reached its limit.

The monster behind him occasionally let out a low growl as if he was playing, as if he was toying with his prey and waiting for it to fall on its own.

This is the Forest of Elves.

It was once a holy land for the elves, but although it is now spring, this super-giant forest with a diameter of over 10,000 kilometers is not full of vitality. Instead, the trees are withering and the grass is mutating.

The original address of life is now filled with decay.

As for the survivor bias, in such a large forest, when no abyss chooses this area, there will always be some creatures that survive this pollution.

This green-haired Winster is a male elf from the tribe of life.

But it is obvious that this survivor is about to become someone else's prey.

He felt a little desperate. If it weren't for the terrifying dream he had yesterday, he wouldn't have thought about moving to another place, and he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

It seemed that he would not die at the hands of the pair of scarlet eyes in the dream, but would be killed by a mutated monster.

He stumbled and fell forward.

The smell of rotten earth filled his nostrils. He used all his strength to turn over and look at the blue sky above the withered trees. Suddenly, he felt that this life was very meaningless.

From the time I was born till now, I have either been hiding or on the way to hiding.

He felt really tired.

Being eaten now doesn't seem completely unacceptable.

It's just a pity that he hasn't seen the goddess yet, even though there are already some clues.
"pity."

A low murmur sounded, and he forced himself to sit up slowly despite his extremely tired body. He leaned his back against a dead tree, feeling the lifeless tree behind him.

He smiled bitterly: "I can't heal you. Then it seems good to wither away with you."

Muttering softly, he slowly closed his eyes, hunger and extreme fatigue flooding his body and mind. It was already like this, so what if there was a little more pain?

Waiting quietly, time passed little by little, ten seconds, one minute, ten minutes.

The imagined pain did not come.

"How long will you sleep?"

A gentle male voice sounded, and he suddenly opened his eyes, a strong palpitation filling his mind.

This feeling is very familiar, like the feeling in a dream.

He looked towards the source of the sound, where an eight-legged tiger was lying obediently on the ground. Its pure white fur and ferocious body looked very scary, but at this moment its expression was full of fear.

His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at a young man who was fiddling with some equipment.

The young man had the air of a scholar, was very elegant, and had no expression on his face, which seemed to be inconsistent with the eyes in the dream, but he had a hunch that this was the owner of the dream in the early hours of yesterday morning.

"Who are you?"

Winster asked cautiously. He spoke the elven language passed down in the tradition. He originally could not understand Baibai's words, but he could understand their meaning.

This amplified his anxiety.

"Rest first, I'll ask you later."

White Plague is extremely interested in the corruption of the entire Elven Forest, and he speaks the language of God.

The Word of God and the unique language of the Saints have the same characteristics.

That is to allow all intelligent and even non-intelligent creatures to understand its meaning.

This language is very practical, but it is a bit awkward and very difficult to learn, and it requires a certain amount of magic to pronounce.

This is also the reason why this language is not popularized.

The mortals learned how to pronounce it, but the extraordinary ones could still make them unable to understand the meaning. "It's fine."

Long-term survival in the wild has taught Winster that when facing an irresistible powerful existence, they only need to remain obedient. Unless there is a possibility of escape, there is no need to fight.

Just like the eight-legged demon tiger, quietly waiting for death to come, or for a strong man to release him.

Bai Yi looked back and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

As expected, idiots will become a little smarter when facing life and death danger. Of course, except for those guys who are swallowed by fate, those creatures are just prone to impulsiveness under the influence of fate.

In front of a strong person, there is no difference between being impulsive and death.

Bai Yi turned around and began to draw blood from the strange tiger. The powerful soul power invaded the tiger's soul, exploring the characteristics of this mutation.

Bai Yi has been studying transformation science recently. This kind of mutation can also be considered a kind of transformation. Bai Yi has a hunch that this may be part of the opportunity.

As he studied it, some surprise appeared in Bai Yi's eyes.

This thing seems to be a gene-changing virus and carries a lot of uncertainty.

In other words, whether the genes become stronger or weaker depends entirely on the face. This tiger is one of those that become stronger. When it was born, it was just an ordinary tiger, but as it grew, it was divided into four stages.

There is one chance for genetic mutation from birth to childhood.

Once in adolescence, once in adulthood, and once in old age.

This extremely lucky tiger had a gene reversal when it was old. The originally old tiger became younger again after a good night's sleep.

this kind of thing
The more Bai Yi studied it, the more frightened he became. As the scorching sun in the sky gradually set, he had already begun collecting this virus.

Why is Alchemy Transformation weaker than normal growth of the same level?

That is because there is no expertise and expertise will not grow.

And if this virus can become part of the transformation, then there will be more possibilities in the transformation of flesh and blood.

But White Blight has to figure out this "randomness" and all the characteristics of the virus before it is possible to open up a new model.

The value is so great that it is beyond imagination.

On a smaller scale, if this thing can be controlled, it means that the entire Dawn will enter a healthy supernatural system, and may even have four more specialties than supernatural beings who have not been infected with the virus.

Thinking in a broader sense, if the Alchemical Colossus, which was originally capable of killing gods, evolved four times.

Then no magician can compare to an alchemist.

You know, a forbidden-level wizard is much stronger than an alchemist. Forbidden spells are something that correspond to gods. Even a colossus can survive under forbidden spells.

But what the Colossus guards, or the alchemist, will be reduced to ashes in the aftermath of the Colossus.

The alchemist merely creates divine power, while the mage masters divine power.

The same is true for other professions. Only alchemists rely on external forces, so alchemists in the early stages are not weaker than other professions. Even alchemists with enough inheritance have much greater advantages than other professions.

But in the later stage, when a weak chicken who created a god fights against a god, the weak chicken will definitely die, and then the battle between the created god and another god will begin.

Of course, this is based on the premise that other alchemists do not awaken the specialty of [Light and Darkness]. Otherwise, the alchemist can create a god, and this god can also be another body.

"Cuckoo~"

A subtle sound was heard, and Bai Yi, who was in high spirits, paused. He raised his hand, and the magic power in his hand quickly built up, forming a fruit of life almost instantly.

This is the application of life energy. The power of white plague can be simulated and then created.

The material usage is reduced by 30%, but it is totally fine if you eat it.

"Eat first. Do you have anything special?"

Bai Yi threw the Fruit of Life over and asked casually.

"Woo~"

Under his feet, the tiger, which was two meters tall even when crawling, whimpered slightly. He could feel that the fruit was of great help to him.

It is considered a treasure and it also wants one.

Bai Yi thought about it and realized that this tiger was indeed a white tiger, but it was too weak and not handsome, so it had no value.

He casually condensed a fruit and threw it over, signaling with his mental power.

The tiger's eyes were full of surprise. It stood up, exerted force with all eight legs at the same time, grabbed the fruit and rushed into the jungle in an instant.

Winster took the fruit, and hesitated to speak, but in the end he just answered the question: "No, no, what is your Majesty asking about?"

"About God."

Bai Yi observed the changes in the virus and its erosion of flesh and blood and assimilation of the soul, and he was not too concerned about the problem.

The opportunity here is most likely not from a human, or it can be said that the opportunity for extreme evil hunting is rarely from a human. It’s just that these people are related to the opportunities he can use, and he can follow the clues on them to find that opportunity.

For example, the virus here, or the moon in the dream world.

"Your Majesty the Goddess?"

When he mentioned the goddess of life, the trembling in his voice suddenly disappeared, and the emotions in his tone were very complicated.

Bai Yi paused slightly, turned his head, and had no intention of asking any more questions. The huge soul directly invaded his consciousness, entered his soul and browsed through his memories.

Could it be that this awesome virus was just a byproduct? How precious would the real opportunity be?
Bai Yi quickly browsed through this man's memory. His life was simple. He was either on the run or hiding.

Perhaps it was because the elves once had gods. Except for the elves and half-elves, all other races in this forest, whether they were intelligent or beasts, would be contaminated by the virus, thus starting four genetic mutations in their lifetime.

It's like opening four gambles.

In the elf's memory, there was once a lizard that mutated three times and turned directly into a black-skinned, fire-breathing dragon.

But when it mutated for the fourth time, its body withered and died.

There are many such examples.

Bai Yi always feels that this thing has a familiar feeling, like
The 'neutrality' of the weird doctor!
Thinking of that stupid elf Irene, Bai Yi seemed to understand how Irene became a curse doctor.

I also understand why the goddess of life left finger bones in the world.

If it was a weird doctor, then it wouldn't be surprising. Although the weird doctor has his own criminal rules, he is also a great being.

At that time, only fate could prevent them from stepping out of the dimensional turbulence at all.

After the demise of Destiny, all the grotesques seemed to have come out, and only the evil Black Death has no remains at present.

As for the nightmare world, that was a thing of the ancient gods.

As Bai Yi was thinking about it, he gradually turned over a more interesting fragment in this not-so-long memory.

This seems to be really about the inheritance of the Goddess of Life!

(End of this chapter)