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Chapter 407: At the Foot of the Volcano
This volcano was incredibly high. Mo Ling flew along the mountain for a long time but still didn't reach the top.

The boiling lava river flowed down, and the thick volcanic ash covered the original appearance of this Tianshen volcano.

Mo Ling could only vaguely see the outline of a huge mountain through the gray smoke.

The higher you go, the hotter the magma becomes, the steeper the slope becomes, and the weirder the creatures become.

A creature that looked like a red quilt clung tightly to the rugged volcanic rock wall, like a piece of red moss, motionless.

“Is this some kind of plant?”

Mo Ling, who was high in the sky, watched in amazement.

A kind of deer covered with insect shells is jumping around on the rock wall, looking for this red moss. Once it finds it, it will call its friends and swarm over to eat up the entire piece of moss.

When the moss that looked like a red quilt was eaten, red liquid like magma would actually flow out of the wound, emitting extremely high temperatures. This was obviously some kind of defense method.

But the armored deer seemed to have no fear of the hot liquid at all. Instead, they licked the liquid frantically without wasting any of it.

When this high-temperature liquid enters the body of the armored deer, its shell will suddenly open and white mist like steam will spray out from the gaps.

In an instant, red light flashed and smoke filled the area near the moss, like a fairyland.

These mists can hide the figures of the armored deer and ensure their safety when foraging.

However, smart predators will keep an eye on these sudden rises of smoke.

In the distance, a spider covered with volcanic rocks was attracted by the smoke. It bounced to the front of the smoke and then rushed into it.

Several carapace deer fled in a hurry, and a few wailing sounds were heard in the smoke.

Blood splattered everywhere, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether it was the red liquid flowing from the moss or the blood gushing from the armored deer...

The increase in heat makes the creatures here very irritable and active.

Mo Ling also met some of his kind, but they didn't seem to want to communicate.

As soon as he encountered them, Mo Ling felt a strong hostility.

These fellows who can survive here are not good people. They attacked Mo Ling the first time they noticed him.

Fortunately, most of these same creatures do not have as strong a flying form as Mo Ling, and cannot harm him at high altitudes.

However, Mo Ling did see a very distinctive species among them.

It clearly looks like a gorilla, but it has two pairs of huge bat wings behind it.

This fellow clumsily manipulated this completely uncoordinated body and attacked Mo Ling.

Of course, Moring quickly subdued it, ripped its bat wings to pieces, and pinned it to the ground.

"You can kill me now," the gorilla said discouragedly.

"I won't kill you."

"Why don't you kill me? Kill me now!" the gorilla urged excitedly.

Mo Ling didn't want to pay attention to its nonsense and asked directly: "How did you get those bat wings?"

"If you kill me, I will tell you!" said the gorilla stubbornly.

"..."

Mo Ling discovered that these people were indeed not very smart.

"I killed you, how can you tell me?"

The gorilla was silent.

It took a long time for it to figure out the logic behind it.

"You are right, then I will tell you first, and then you can kill me!"

"Okay." Mo Ling nodded in agreement, and then released the gorilla under him.

The gorilla did not run away or attack, and kept his promise. After stretching his muscles, he began to demonstrate to Mo Ling.

"Firstly……"

It first returned to its sponge form and squeezed itself into a long strip.

"And then it breaks..."

Under Mo Ling's shocked gaze, the sponge split into two halves.

Then, half of it turned into a gorilla and the other half turned into a bat. The gorilla picked up the bat and stabbed it directly into his back. "It's done."

The gorilla looked at Mo Ling and asked, "Have you learned it?"

"I've learned it." Mo Ling nodded blankly.

"Okay, then you can kill me."

The gorilla lay down on the ground, then reached out and moved Mo Ling's claw to his head.

"Kill quickly, kill quickly! Hit here."

It seemed to be worried that Mo Ling's attack was not accurate enough, so it told Mo Ling its own weaknesses.

But Mo Ling held up his claws and hesitated to take action.

"I don't really want to kill you."

"Why?" the gorilla said puzzledly, lying on the ground.

"Although you and I had a fight and we are enemies, you also taught me a skill, so we are friends. It would be a pity to kill you." Mo Ling said seriously. This was also his true feeling at the moment.

Although these people are violent, brainless, and will beat anyone they see, they have a strange kind of innocence.

"What you said makes sense. Then let's not kill him this time. We can kill him next time when we have a chance." The gorilla echoed Mo Ling's words. It seemed to think it made sense.

It propped itself up and climbed up from the ground.

The gorilla looked at Mo Ling, then looked in the direction of the mountain top, and asked curiously: "Are you going to kill a stronger kind?"

"I want to go and see, I don't necessarily have to kill."

"You're really weird. If you don't want to kill them, why do you go looking for them?" the gorilla asked in confusion, scratching his head.

"Maybe learn something new, like I learned from you."

Listening to Mo Ling's words, the gorilla nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, after learning new things, you can kill faster. You are really smart. No wonder you are better than me."

"Then go ahead. When I become stronger, I will find you. If you haven't been killed yet, I will kill you. If you have been killed, I will kill the same kind who killed you."

The gorilla said this confusing sentence in one breath, and then ran away, flapping its bat wings as it ran, which looked very funny.

Mo Ling looked at the gorilla's receding back, feeling helpless.

He finally understood why this race was called "Killing".

He can always say the word "kill" but it doesn't make people feel disgusted at all.

In the consciousness of this race, killing is a very common thing, and this world is full of competition.

Especially in the volcanic plain where they were born, the creatures are like an erupting volcano that cannot cool down for a moment.

Every word the gorilla said was about killing, but he was communicating with Mo Ling sincerely.

What's more, Mo Ling felt no hostility from the gorilla, so he naturally didn't feel on guard. Instead, the communication went very smoothly.

Both of them talk about fighting and killing, but their attitudes are like those of neighbors next door.

Unconsciously, Mo Ling had adapted to this strange way of communication.

The gorilla was nowhere to be seen, and Morin's sponge body began to wriggle.

He imitated the gorilla, dividing his body into several parts and then putting them together again:

Lizard head.

Goat's horns.

The torso of an ape.

The carapace of an insect.

And finally, the wings of birds…

Mo Ling controlled this strange, bizarre body and flew into the air.

At first he was a little uncomfortable, but slowly, the sponges at the junction of the organs began to fuse with each other, automatically generating some connecting structures. This seemingly uncoordinated combination form actually began to gradually improve.

And Mo Ling's flying speed is getting faster and faster...

(End of this chapter)