Pirate’s Brood Order

The double pupils flickered strangely in the eye sockets, and there were faint black lines wandering in the black awns. Yaerlin stood on the empty deck, raised his feet to the side of the ship, and looked down at the silhouette reflected on the sea. , the endless smell of blood wafting in the sea breeze still lingered in his nostrils.

The black silk threads shivered and gathered back into the palm of his hand, and penetrated into the skin. He tightly grasped the ship's rail with both hands, and a row of finger holes were carved out by his nails. He stared at the black lines wrapped around his left hand.

He is very familiar with this weird pattern, almost every line of the pattern he remembers firmly in his heart, it is the proof that Astur Kel (the real body of the brood) lives in his body and symbiosis, under the 153 branch base The huge lair can only be regarded as the extended outline of the brood, a reflection of his reality in this world, while the gene fragment containing the true and complete pheromone is still secretly embedded in a certain gene chain of Yarlin, And can never be divided and detached.

Of course, this is just the interpretation translated by the mother nest in the way Yarlin understood it. In fact, the mother nest is definitely not a low-end species sequence such as pheromones or gene fragments, and the moment Yarlin was symbiotic with the mother nest Since then, the essence of his body has already surpassed the scope of human beings, and the double-helix DNA chain has long been polluted and transformed into something that cannot be described and understood with his knowledge.

Even the very definition of "thing" is a vague notion in a broad sense.

According to Yarlin's guess, the spiral pattern on his left hand must represent a code with hidden meaning, rather than a random symbiotic signature or a simple seal. Yarlin stared at the tattoo covering the entire back of his hand. Creeping, he felt like the cells of his whole body, no, not the cells, but the genes and soul were all broken up, the outside of his whole person was just a shell that was still pretending to keep running, and some kind of weird reorganization was going on inside , and the chain of genes seemed to be mixed into a big snake with its head and tail in its mouth, and a greasy egg was spit out from the big snake's mouth, and this egg was condensing strangely in the palm of his hand.

Everything couldn't be explained with words, as if it was just a fantasy that was being presented in his mind, but Yarlin realized that this was not a fantasy, but something that was happening in his body on a microscopic level.

The texture on the back of the hand was originally a progressive spiral texture, like circles of dark ripples emanating from the middle to the surroundings, or like countless tree roots that started from five deep black nails and spread towards the center The tendrils connect to form a black ring.

The black ring is obviously still, but it gives people the illusion that it is like a living thing. It is connected with a monster's lair between breaths, gloomy and cold.

And on the opposite side of the back of the hand facing the ring, there is a black vertical line that splits the texture of the entire palm into two.

The black lines and the rings are front and back, one front and one back, overlapping together to form a vertical eye, which is tightly closed, just like the shape of the deepest part of Yarlin's pupil.

This is the original pattern, but at this moment, in Yarlin's eyes, the cold lair is waking up, the closed vertical eyes are opening little by little, and countless black lines are squirming, not limited to Yarlin's palm and arm , but began to protrude a cold and huge body from the lair little by little like a winding python, and began to spread and attack Yarlin's arms, neck, back, and chest.

If you peel off the cover of the clothes, you can see a cold and mysterious serpent tattoo covering Yarlin's whole body. It looks as if it comes out of the flesh and blood, full of a dark and suffocating beauty. As if he himself was a walking person surrounded by black pythons, a pitch-black snake head stretched from the back and climbed to the side of the neck, protruding a little bit, and only one eyeball was exposed, which gave people a sense of movement. It feels as if there is really a living creature peeping at the world through its eyes.

Black air leaks from the edge of the outline of the tattoo, like a big snake looming in the black mist, swallowing and breathing, the cold murderous intent swallows and distorts the surrounding light, looking from a distance, Yarlin's whole body is As if shrouded in the collapse of a black hole, it was unusually deep and dark.

Yarlin took a deep breath. There seemed to be countless fragmented genetic chains in front of his eyes, and then in the dead darkness, a choice message appeared in his consciousness. It was a choice:

Similar to the job change after the game character is upgraded, the moment in front of Yarlin is also a threshold of choice. Of course, there are no various types in the game, and there are only two options-"individual" or "legion".

Looking at the words, Yarlin could roughly guess the difference between the two, and he looked down with some hesitation:

Devouring: Devouring all flesh and blood into nutrients for one's own growth.

Transformation: Transform the dead flesh and blood into your own servants, and strengthen the basic qualities of the servants themselves. (Basic quality refers to three-dimensional attributes, strength, agility, and physique.) A servant has simple thinking ability.

Absorption: You can absorb the flesh and blood essence or specific life magnetic fields of the same kind of lifeforms to strengthen your physical fitness, and you can analyze the muscle memory of the same kind of lifeforms and load part of the biological information on yourself. (The absorption effect depends on the degree of fit and freshness of the same type.)

Sharing: Sharing the five-sense information of any servant, no distance limit, irreplaceable manipulation.

Brood: 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 in the process of growth .

"Swallowing, transforming, absorbing, sharing, brood, these are the abilities of a complete brood, and the selection of individuals or legions in the next stage of seed breaking stage means that individuals are more inclined to evolve these abilities in the next step The direction and category of choice."

If you give up, you will get something!

Arlin understood this truth very early on. He looked down at the bottomless sea, as if through his own reflection he could see all kinds of huge shadows cruising in the depths of the seabed, his brows and eyes gradually became firm, his gloomy expression Responded from the bottom of my heart: "Legion!"

Legion: A man is a legion!

Under the decision, the extracted text abruptly fell into the shadows, which means that it is closed and frozen, and will no longer improve and evolve, while other related notes on "swallowing", "sharing", "transformation" and "mother nest" began to change. It is about to unlock the true direction of its own evolution towards the category of the legion...

Thanks to Mu Ya Sasa for the reward of 2000 points, and thanks to Gui Baoer for the reward of 500 points