Pirate’s Brood Order

The curtain call of a drama usually means the beginning of another drama.

The blue wall skin fell off piece by piece, and the sieve-like slag was piled up at the base of the wall. The outside of the tube building was completely closed, and iron bars stood up and connected with the cement wall. The space inside will be planned and constructed. into new buildings.

In the tube building.

There were still traces of blood coagulation everywhere, and Yarlin stood alone in the room, with five fingers spread out in the palm of his hand, countless black silk threads were entangled and solidified strangely.

It is a strictly hexagonal prism with a hexagonal cutout at one end and a closed base of a hexagonal pyramid at the other end, composed of three identical prisms.

"honeycomb!"

Yarlin squinted his eyes. This weird thing was 90% similar to his hive. The only difference was that in each prismatic hive, there were black-handed tentacles sticking out and wriggling, as if they were breathing. , countless beehives with the same structure are rotating strangely, and black light like ink is flickering.

"Brood Seed!"

Yarlin murmured to himself, he could feel an intimate connection with the thing in his hand, as if this thing was a part of himself.

Or, more accurately, the lair where Asturkal extended into reality's intrusion.

There are complicated information pouring into the brain, and the cerebral cortex uncontrollably transmits excited instructions. Yarlin squints his eyes and stares at the ground under his feet. Suddenly, his palm falls, and the brood seed makes a "hissing" living thing The voice slowly fell to the ground, and the moment it touched the ground, the quiet atmosphere suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a violent, greedy and raging breath.

chi chi chi...

Countless black tentacles stretched out from the brood, turned into sharp knives to cut and smash the ground, and then stretched out into the ground like growing roots, growing crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the structure inside the ground was It seemed to be polluted and transformed by some kind of black ink.

Under the ground, out of sight, the nature of the soil under this square foot has undergone an irreversible change forever, from khaki to black, from lifeless dead things to weird living things, black creeping towards the outside Swallowing and spreading, the underground space is getting bigger and bigger, and the weird "soil" mottled and messy on the surrounding soil walls is slowly seeping to the surroundings and then connecting together, like a creepy blanket that covers the sky and the sun.

This creep has the characteristics of a virus, and it will continue to divide, grow and reproduce. It invades the earth all the time to absorb and transform the underground structure, and swallows all the substances in the soil and transforms them into nutrients for the brood.

In the pitch-black space, countless black tentacles solidified in mid-air. The scene that appeared in the palm of Yarlin just now reappeared at this moment, but the size of this scale was enlarged by hundreds or thousands of times. The hexagonal structure The nest was built, and each prismatic hive was much taller than Arlin.

The original crack under his feet turned into a black creep, and Yarlin felt a cold soft feeling when he stepped on it. He stepped on it and walked into the darkness step by step.

The internal space has stopped expanding, and it seems that it has temporarily reached a limit. Yarlin looked up at the huge brood in front of him, and walked in from a prismatic hive thoughtfully.

"Mother's Nest: The projected reality of Astura, using countless black touches to transform the reality into its lair, absorbing the nutrients of the earth all the time to grow, and gradually evolving the lair into a terrifying base and fortress."

With the information fed back in his mind, Yarlin licked his lips and looked inside the lair. There were dazzling black pipes inside, curved, straight, and circular, like countless carefully arranged tunnels. The other end of the tunnel Hook the road leading to the next prismatic hive.

"The labyrinth lair, there are countless tunnels, only one can go to the deepest part of the mother's nest."

Yarlin stretched out his hand to touch the tunnel, and the tactile feeling it conveyed was incomparably smooth. He started to slide away with his fingertips slightly, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind, "It's the ability of the slippery fruit!"

With a thought in his mind, the dead tunnel under his feet began to squirm strangely, like an automatic dragging track leading him all the way to the deepest part of the brood.

The deepest part of the brood is a space the size of a football playground. There is nothing above the creeping creeping blankets. Only in the center is a terrifying black shadow. When Yarlin walks into it, it is a tree-like structure with countless branches. The tentacles were swaying, forming a shadow behind them, like the countless strands of hair of a female ghost blown by the wind in a movie.

In the center of the shadow is a pitch-black ellipse, like a black egg, and there is a closed crack in the middle of the egg, like a vertical eye of some kind of creature.

"Astubaer?" Yarlin called out tentatively.

The black vertical eyes suddenly opened, and Yarlin's figure was reflected in the cold eyes without a trace of emotion. The voice echoed from all directions in the whole space, and it seemed to come from Yarlin's soul, echoing directly in the in his mind.

"Yarlin, you're here!"

"Hey, it's our first time meeting!" Yarlin touched his eyelids, stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly grinned, revealing his teeth, and said, "So, did you leave my body?"

"..." Astur said.

"You can understand that this is an extension of our body, a part of the self-growth tissue that has been cut and separated, while the brain and core are still..." Yarlin opened his eyes, with black light flashing in them, his The mouth seemed to be directly taken over by Astur and he was speaking the words of the answer: "It's still this symbiotic body."

"You can control my body?" Yarlin licked his lips, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

"Based on your will, if you need, I can help you take over the operation of the body." Without controlling Yarlin's mouth, the voice just emerged from his mind, as if it was controlled by the connection of Yarlin's will The switch has been cut off.

In fact, Yarlin is too worried. Life forms and consciousness pursuits are different. What Yarlin wants is absolute autonomy. As for the brood, what it needs is continuous evolution. Who will dominate the process? The role of the mother nest is simply not within the scope of thinking.

"So, is this eye a part of my body?" Yarlin's face turned pale, but he unconsciously went astray when he looked at the vertical eye: "Am I giving birth?"

"No!" An indifferent voice came out of consciousness: "It's the entire brood!"

Yarlin stared at the huge shadow that enveloped him, hehe said nothing.

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