Chapter 1393： Creeping disaster

Pittman is a very professional druid—even though he also claims to be a professional archaeologist, psychologist, conjurer, fortuneteller, and cook, and because of this series of "self-proclaimed" people know He has a subtle evaluation, but this old man is really a professional druid.

After all, he was a figure who was able to mix with middle-level priests in the Society of the Death of All Things (if you didn't mix life, he might have become a high-level officer), and after running away from the Society of the Death, he could seamlessly run to the Order of the Eternal Sleeper. Being a middle-level person, behind this seemingly unreliable behavior is more than just jumping horizontally from side to side—a person who has no real ability to do this horizontally between two dark sects who speak with strength, try it once?

Rather, with Pittman's style of acting that is more shameless than Amber, his longevity without leaving any life-long disability is already very illustrative.

So the archdruid with real materials, after exclaiming, wandered around the group of biological tissues on the platform two times, and finally confirmed that the "hair" emerging from the flesh and blood is actually a dense root. , And the roots are all wrapped in some kind of nerve nodes. This unique structure made his eyes narrow involuntarily: "It's interesting... where did you find this thing?"

"The front line was dug out in the open area to the east. We found a large number of deformed bodies and biochemical beasts assembled in that area, so we sent a dragon combat team over to eliminate them. After the fight, the dragon commander led the team. I found that there was still a magical reaction underground, so I dug up such a thing," Rebecca immediately explained the origin of this "sample", and did not forget to add, "In addition, I suspect that they slurred when they dug. …"

Pittman nodded suddenly when he heard it: "No wonder, when I came, I saw a black dragon lying on the railing and vomiting out, almost vomiting out..."

The expressions of the researchers next to him became more and more weird, but fortunately this weird topic did not continue. Rebecca quickly focused on the group of biological tissues: "Master, can you see what this is? "

"A large nerve tissue is composed of countless nerve fibers, nutrient channels, and a tough'skin'. There may be more complex supporting structures inside," Pittman said casually. "The'tentacles' on the surface Neural activity still remains, and it should have the function of sending and receiving information-of course, it must not work now. The body is dead, and the remaining neural activity is only the final biochemical reaction of the cell. You said that there are a lot of distortions around this thing. Body and biochemical synthetic beast?"

"Yes, that's a rallying point," an assistant researcher said next to him, "but we didn't catch the dark priest who was in charge of commanding the distortions..."

The main forces of the Wasteland Legion are now concentrated near the Deep Blue Well battlefield. The aberrations encountered on the front lines of the Alliance are basically a group of mobs lacking command, but this does not mean that there is no control behind these aberrations. Aberrations that have completely lost their commands will be directly "wild", and those biochemical beasts will directly disperse. Such a completely out of control unit has no role in blocking the alliance army, so even in this situation, it will be abolished. The units of the Turkmen Legion remaining on the front lines of the alliance also have basic command. Even if this "command" has dropped to the point where it only keeps the monsters gathered together, the command system behind it does exist.

This is not only clear to the commanders of the alliance, the experts and scholars who study wasteland and distortions at the scene also understand that there must be a command node behind the distortion, even if it is reduced to only one, this node must also exist. .

"It's weird to say," Rebecca muttered, touching her chin, "I don't know since when the dark priests will be completely invisible on the battlefield...Although they have always been hiding far from the front line. , But no matter how far away they are, they can’t be completely separated from their army, but they can’t be seen at all during this time..."

"It seems that my guess is true..." Pittman squeezed his thinning beard, and when he looked at the flesh and blood on the platform again, his eyes became obviously serious, "This is what the monsters are now. Command node..."

"...Huh?" Rebecca was shocked. Although she usually has a big brain, she hasn't thought about this idea. "You said this thing... is commanding those distortions and synthetic beasts? This Is…"

"I guess our opponent also learned something in the course of fighting with us... This nerve tissue may be an imitation of the'synthetic brain'," Pittman said slowly. It is homologous, and the synthetic brain is a biological computing unit cultivated by the Thorin giant tree, so everything in the wasteland will eventually die after knowing this kind of thing, and it should be able to imitate something similar-although it seems that they are short of time. Only this kind of rudimentary thing was created, but the flexibility of the idea is not bad..."

"...I think the mastermind of the Earthly Dawn is much better than this thing," Rebecca muttered, frowning, "you think so, mastermind?"

Several monitoring devices on the ceiling of the laboratory are aimed at the biological tissues on the platform, and the neutral voice of the main brain comes from the speech synthesizer: "Thank you for your praise, creator, but I don’t quite understand the aesthetic "Concept, I think that as a tool, it is good to be able to achieve the design purpose and meet the cost and benefit standards..."

"You don't need to be so serious, I'll just say it casually," Rebecca waved her hand, and then returned her gaze to the sample on the platform. She frowned slightly, "But then again... Could it be that all the command nodes on the frontline have changed now? Has it become this... ugly'synthetic brain'? All the dark priests have withdrawn to the vicinity of the Deep Blue Well?"

"...It’s hard to say that our allies on several other fronts have also reported similar situations. They have not seen the dark priest appear on the frontal battlefield recently," a researcher muttered, holding his chin, "but the battlefield We don’t know exactly what the center looks like. We only heard that there are now densely packed with monsters. I hope that the high-altitude reconnaissance team that departs at noon today can..."

Before the researcher's voice fell, he heard a somewhat rapid voice from the shipboard broadcast system: "Attention, the medical team and the aircraft engineering team immediately went to the C-331 take-off and landing platform, repeat, please ask the medical team and the aircraft The engineering team will go to..."

Rebecca was shocked and immediately called the control center of the Earthly Dawn: "Master, what happened?"

"The high-altitude reconnaissance formation was fatally attacked, and only one of the four aircraft returned. The pilot was seriously injured." The main brain's voice was still calm, but the voice was fast, "... the aircraft fire has been controlled and the pilot has not been out of danger. ."

"Prepare the traffic cabin," as soon as the main brain's voice fell, Pittman hurriedly walked towards the door, walking swiftly, not like an old man at all, "Let the hairy boys over there hang the driver's life first. I will be there soon..."

"I'll go too!" Rebecca followed Pittman's footsteps in three or two steps, and while following the other side to the traffic pipeline, huge questions appeared in her mind—the high-altitude reconnaissance formation was shot down. NS? And it sounds almost annihilated by the entire army? How can this be? ! When did the Wasteland Army have this level of air defense firepower?

There are flying units in the Wasteland Legion. This was confirmed at the beginning of the war. It was a disgusting monster with a swollen head like a mutated balloon of flesh and blood. It could fly to a height similar to that of a dragoon. Many kinds of magic are used for aerial combat. To be honest, when dealing with small and medium-sized flying units, such monsters are still a bit threatening, but the Alliance has not only dragoons—the huge air fortresses, the heavily armed dragonborns, and the unusual strength of individuals. The powerful Tarrond Expeditionary Force, in the face of these overwhelming forces, the air power of the Wasteland Army has been crushed, and its ground air defense firepower is even more prominent.

As for the high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft released by the Earthly Dawn... it is an ultra-high-altitude aircraft designed only recently. It adds a closed-loop survival system on the basis of the Dragoon, and uses the high-altitude provided by the dragon. Flying technology can even fly for a long time in the magical turbulence layer—that altitude is far beyond the flight limit of Earthly Dawn, even higher than many ordinary dragons fly, thanks to the powerful and weak anti-aircraft missiles of the Wasteland Legion. The egg uses no air unit... can it knock down the aircraft flying in the turbulent layer? They can't reach their mother by launching it up!

The shot put of the Cecil Empire was full of vulgar words at this time, and soon came to the C-331 take-off and landing platform with Pittman. They first saw the high-altitude reconnaissance plane that was almost falling apart-more than ordinary dragoons. The wider rune amplification ring has been broken, the bottom of the cockpit has large scorched and peeled marks, the anti-gravity ring is dim, and the wing-like structure on one side is torn by the roots. This posture can persist until it returns to the air. The home port is really a miracle.

The pilot who escaped from the dead was near the landing platform. Due to his serious injury, he could not be transferred directly to the medical center. The medical team could only provide emergency treatment for the soldier on the spot. Now he is lying in a central depression. On a metal platform with many runes painted on the surface and wheels at the bottom, the body is covered by a sac-like translucent sealed cover, only the head is exposed, and the cover is filled with a thin-colored biomass solution. Several Drews Sister Yi and the Holy Light continued to release healing and purification spells nearby, and now it seems that the situation of the wounded has finally stabilized.

A person in charge of handling the situation at the scene saw Pittman and Rebecca appear, and immediately greeted him: "His Royal Highness Rebecca, Master Pittman, you are here—"

"How is the situation of the wounded?" Rebecca asked hurriedly without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "How was he beaten down?"

"The wounded is not out of danger, but the situation has stabilized-if there is no accident, the life can be saved," the person in charge immediately nodded and said, "The aircraft was seriously damaged by some kind of high-energy attack. I didn’t get a direct hit, but I was hit hard just by passing by. The specific situation still needs to wait for follow-up analysis..."

"I'll go over and take a look." Pittman turned and walked in the direction of the wounded. When he came to the medical device, his brows finally stretched out.

The person in charge said that the wounded is not out of danger, but in Pittman's view, the young man's life has been saved-and the future recovery situation should not be too bad.

"Your life is pretty hard," the old druid tugged at his beard, while activating a few runes next to the medical device, he bent down and said, "A few minutes later, your major organs will fail. NS…"

The pilot suddenly regained consciousness for a moment. He saw the old druid standing in front of him, blinking his eyes vigorously. An arm soaked in the biomass solution seemed to be trying to lift it up. Pittman frowned first, tightly. Then he reacted and looked up in Rebecca's direction: "He may have photographed something-see if the recording equipment on the reconnaissance plane is still there!"

Rebecca turned to look at the busy wizard technicians around the aircraft that was almost falling apart. Before she could ask, one of the wizard technicians who had gotten half of their body into the mechanical compartment suddenly drilled from inside. He came out, holding a light blue chip less than half a slap in his hand: "The magic net terminal is destroyed, but the record crystal is intact!"

After a while, the record crystal, which was protected by layers of armor and was intact, was sent to the command center of Earthly Dawn. After the crystal was placed in the magic net terminal of the command center, the images stored in it were also successfully extracted. come out-

The first half is a record of normal high-altitude reconnaissance images. The special induction crystal magnifies the surface conditions. The battlefield situation near the Deep Blue Well is also presented in front of the mortal army for the first time, which is like a black tide of mud surging on the ground. Distortions and biochemical synthetic beasts make the scalp numb, while the purple-black mist floating near the surface, like a kind of exotic erosion effect, is impressive, but at least, these are things that can be imagined.

—Compare with the scene recorded at the end of the video.

A wriggling, weird, and creepy "living creature" suddenly appeared on the screen. Its main body was covered on a hill, surrounded by a large number of wall-like, mountain-like branch structures. The grid-like flesh and blood is gradually taking shape, and the entire terrifying structure covers almost an entire plain. It undulates in the picture, with its edges squirming on the ground, and countless "branches" like forests and limbs. Its surface is leaning towards the sky, and the tide-like army of distortions...Compared with this behemoth, it is like small water splashes rippling around a huge boulder.

Gina Prince and Rebecca stood in front of the holographic projection and stared at it for a long time, only to realize that this whole piece of land, which looks like a raised forest, and its surface is constantly moving...is "a creature ".

It was a single individual, a growing individual, a... "monster" that...dominated the wasteland army, and constantly swallowed the wasteland army into its own source of nutrition.

None of the "false gods" created by the death of everything in the past gave Gina Prince such a pure and nightmare shock. At this moment, she even blurted out regardless of her demeanor: "Let X...what is this stuff? Son?!"