Resurrection of all mankind

Chapter 97 Monster: Black Mist Aggregate
"do not know."

Ran Zhuyu frowned and said, "But I always feel that this fake person is going to make a big move. Anyway, let's notify Li Xiu first!"

On the city floor.

As soon as Ran Zhuyu finished speaking, he saw Li Xiu, wearing a set of pitch-black armor, slowly descending from the sky to his side.

As a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, Deng Bin was indifferent to the black armor.

After all, he can fly with a sword.

But Ran Zhuyu felt a little greedy when he saw it.

He couldn't help but ask Li Xiu: "Commander Li, your armor."

"Oh."

Li Xiu said expressionlessly: "This is the 'Tactical Assault Light Combat Suit', which is powered by white mist."

"This armor is good in every way."

"The only problem is: if you accelerate too fast, your brain will turn into a paste, so it can't be used in actual combat for the time being."

Ah this
After learning about the side effects of this armor, Ran Zhuyu suddenly lost interest and stopped asking questions.

While the two were talking, Xie Shen, who was in seclusion in a secret room, quickly rushed to the southern city wall after receiving the news.

Through the combat power detector doped with zirconium metal, Xie Shen was able to see:
In the wilderness outside the city, countless black mists were floating out from the corpses of the pseudo-humans who were tortured to death.

As soon as the black mist appeared, it seemed to be attracted by something, slowly rising to the sky and gathering together.

"What's going on?"

Xie Shen said to Li Xiu beside him, "After being tortured, the fake people can actually generate black mist? Isn't this the same as humans?"

Li Xiu pushed up his glasses and said, "Pseudo-humans are very similar to humans."

"The only difference between the two is that pseudo-humans do not have the quality of 'emotions', which causes them to lose all subjective initiative."

"Subjective initiative?" Xie Shen asked doubtfully.

Li Xiu explained: "So-called subjective initiative refers to a person's motivation for doing things."

"Like myself."

"Although I have no emotions like a pseudo-human, I do have a desire to survive."

"Also, I have a strong desire for knowledge."

"So I don't need anyone to control or direct me, I can take the initiative to do various things."

"But not the fake ones."

"They are like robots. They can only move if someone gives them orders from behind."

"I understand." Xie Shen asked, "So what is the purpose of the fake people torturing themselves and constantly producing black mist?"

"I'm not sure about that." Li Xiu looked up at the sky and said, "In my opinion, the black mist is just a kind of 'inert' energy."

"It can neither explode nor burn."

“So even if more black fog gathers over Hope City, I’m not worried at all.”

"My only concern is that fake people will use the black mist to make something of it."

"What article?" Xie Shen didn't understand what Li Xiu meant.

Li Xiu gave an example: "For example"

"The fake people have some kind of technology that can detonate the inert black mist and blow up the entire Hope City."

"or."

Li Xiu said word by word: "The fake people want to use the black mist to complete a ritual and then summon demons or evil gods!"

Don't say it.

The fake people were outside the City of Hope, torturing themselves and committing suicide, as if they were trying to please a demon or evil god.

After realizing this, Xie Shen said to Li Xiu: "Can those fake people be stopped?"

"Disaster."

Li Xiu analyzed: "If it was replaced with the previous Qingyang Sect base, it would be easy to deal with."

"After all, the old base is not very large."

"As long as we send more people to patrol 24 hours a day, those fake people won't be able to get close."

"But not Hope City."

"Hope City covers an area of ​​20 square kilometers."

"It is simply impossible to hold on without leaving any blind spots."

"In the final analysis, we still suffered a loss in intelligence."

Li Xiu pointed out the crux of the problem.

"We don't know what the fake person is up to."

“So we can only watch.”

"Be the passive one and take the beating first."

"Wait until the fake people make their move, and then we'll counter their moves!"

This is all we can do for now.

Since even Li Xiu couldn't think of a good solution, Xie Shen and others were even more helpless.

So everyone stood on the tower and watched the changes.
time flies.

As more and more fake people died tragically outside the City of Hope, the black fog gathering above the city began to grow larger and larger.

at last.

Perhaps the quantitative change has led to a qualitative change.

The black mist began to surge and gradually gathered together.

Just like playing with building blocks, it eventually formed a huge irregular creature in the air.

——The reason why it is called a living creature is that it has an eye formed by black mist in the center.

Those eyes are lifelike, and at this moment they are overlooking the tiny humans on the ground. If not a living being, then what else could they be?
Strange to say.

This irregular creature is neither round nor square.

It looks like neither birds nor animals, nor like birds, beasts, insects or fish.

Its shape is completely contrary to human aesthetics, making people feel nauseous and uncomfortable when they see it.

When Deng Bin saw it, he said with a strange expression: "Is that thing in the sky the black mist that has turned into a spirit?"

Xie Shen was reminded of the statue in the Tower Prison.

He exclaimed: "The creature formed by the black mist is exactly the same as the statue at the bottom of the tower prison!"

"Exactly the same."

Li Xiu echoed from the side: "The only difference is that compared to the statue, the creature in the sky has one more eye."

"That's the finishing touch!"

As he spoke, Li Xiu suddenly placed his hand on his zirconium metal glasses.

He said quickly, "Brain, update the system files." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the voice of the brain: "Got it, go ahead."

Li Xiu said calmly: "Unknown life form No. 009, name: Black Mist Aggregate!"

"Origin: It is formed when a large amount of black mist is generated when a pseudo-human dies and gathers together."

"Unknown capabilities."

"Appearance: Black and irregular."

"Note: The shape of the black mist aggregate is exactly the same as the statue at the bottom of the tower prison."

On the city floor.

After contacting the brain to update the files, Li Xiu turned to his assistant Yang Xiang and said, "Notify Chao Jing and Zhuge Fu immediately and have them use surface-to-air missiles to test the black fog aggregate."

The latter said without hesitation: "Okay, I'll contact you right away!"

After giving the order, Li Xiu turned to Xie Shen and said, "Xie Shen, use your magic and flying sword to test and see if the cultivator's methods can hurt the black fog aggregate."

"Um"

Xie Shen didn't say much nonsense.

After he responded, he waved his hand and released countless golden spiritual energy.

Followed by.

Xie Shen soared into the air from the city wall.

He, Feng Xu, controlled the wind, and manipulated countless flying swords formed by golden spiritual energy, stabbing at the black fog aggregate from different angles.

However, this did not have any effect.

The black fog aggregate seemed to be just a ball of fog.

After the flying sword pierced into it, it flew out directly without any hindrance.

Seeing this scene, Xie Shenfu spread out his right palm upwards again.

The next second, a ball of black flame appeared out of thin air in his hand.

As soon as the Qingyang Strange Fire was summoned, it quickly spewed out several tongues of fire into the sky.

The tongues of fire gathered together and turned into a giant flaming dragon, which charged straight towards the black fog aggregate.

but.
Whether it is the golden spiritual energy or the Qingyang strange fire.

None of Xie Shen's various methods could harm the black mist aggregate in the slightest.

With his other tricks exhausted, Xie Shen had no choice but to land again from the air.

He looked up at the sky.

After about ten seconds, several missiles flew out from the land-based launch silo in Hope City.

These missiles look quite impressive.

But similarly, they were unable to harm the black mist aggregate at all.

Now the human side is completely helpless.

After many attempts, Li Xiu came to the conclusion: "Although we can't hurt the black fog aggregate."

"But the other side doesn't seem to have launched an attack on us for the time being."

“Perhaps, it is not yet fully formed.”

"Or maybe it doesn't exist at all."

"Anyway, let's just wait and see!"

Li Xiu finally said: "It's the same sentence as before."

"We wait and see, wait for the black fog aggregate to make the first move, and then counter its moves!"

To ensure that everyone can be in good condition when the fight actually starts.

Li Xiu specially arranged the shifts and let the management of Hope City take turns on duty.

As for the three high-end fighters Xie Shen, Deng Bin and Quan Shan, they only need to keep themselves in the best condition and do not need to show up on weekdays.

...

Just when Xie Shen, Li Xiu and others were busy dealing with the black fog aggregate.

In a secluded abandoned house somewhere.

Bu Tianran, who had disappeared for a long time, was now sitting at a wooden table.

There was a piece of drawing paper on the wooden table - drawn on it was the sketch of the statue that Xie Shen had added the finishing touches to.

Bu Tianran stared at the statue sketch for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around.

behind him.

They were actually four ordinary people who were tied up and unable to move at all.

"I'm sorry, everyone."

Bu Tianran stood up from the wooden table.

Holding a dagger in his hand, he slowly approached the four ordinary people.

While walking, he did not forget to explain: "The sculpture sketch needs to absorb the black mist to be effective."

"Then the black mist will only appear when a person feels pain."

"So, I might have to torture you guys later."

"It will probably hurt a lot."

"But if you bear with it for a while, it should be over soon."

The tone of Bu Tianran's voice was as if he was chatting with a friend he had known for many years.

Can be biased.

Such a kind tone, to those four ordinary people, sounded like the whisper of a devil.

Seeing Bu Tianran approaching, the four ordinary people began to struggle frantically.

As their mouths were blocked, they couldn't even beg for mercy, and could only make 'wuwuwu' sounds.

Fear began to spread throughout the house.
...

...

My name is Bu Tianran.

I started practicing at the Dashangqing Zhengyi Wanshou Palace in Longhu Mountain when I was 16 years old.

My whole life has been like walking on thin ice.

now.

I have been stuck at the bottleneck of the foundation-building stage for more than ten years.

I can't wait any longer.

I will actively pursue opportunities.

God helps those who help themselves.
(End of this chapter)