Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 114 Death Power Mantou Contest

Since both parties now share the same destination, they quickly become familiar with Joel Farman.To Luo Binhan's surprise, Joel Farman did not show any obvious "fallen" when Yale Liga took the initiative to talk.

Of the two cars, she was most interested in Fina, and she had the best conversation with Momolo.The two chatted about a story called "The Legend of the White Pingxing Wandering Hero".According to what Luo Binhan heard, it was probably an adventure novel based on the real experience of a guardian of the Eternal Light Realm, and a film or animation version was made.The music played in the metal stick just now is the theme song of the story "If you hold the sea of ​​stars in your arms".

Joel Farman may have known Momolo was an Eternal too, but she talked about it with more enthusiasm than flattery.The two counted every boss that appeared on the stage, and tried to mark them with combat power scores and rankings.

Luo Binhan decided to let them immerse themselves in the joy of the dead house.He offered his seat to Joel Farman, and then slipped to the side of Jing Juan, who was sleeping like a lazy dog.

"Is your old man looking at other people's brains again?" He asked Yale Liga quietly.

Allerica smiled maliciously at him.

"Outland is a big concept." She said, "In the Lost Zone, the laws of physics are basically stable, and we can roughly predict what will happen, but this is not the case when we go deep into the Outland. Before entering the unknown area completely, we should try our best to Possibly gather intelligence."

"Do we have to run that far?"

"The captain doesn't want to stay here," Yaleriga said. "He wants to make up for a mistake in the past, and we will incur additional casualties by staying in the Alliance and No Far Zone."

They looked at Jing Huang together.Luo Binhan finally couldn't help asking her: "What kind of enmity did that little pervert in black who wanted to kill me have against him? Why did you frame this kid?"

Yale Liga did not give a positive explanation.She said briefly and calmly: "The captain is going through a difficult time."

They never mentioned anything about the "dwarf star demon" again, just like when Luo Binhan and his legal brother Luo Jiaotian met, they always avoided talking about their mothers.In order to normalize the atmosphere again, Luo Binhan turned the topic to the eating competition that would end with fusion blasting.

"That's one of the traditions of the Lost Zone." Yale Liga said, "They will regularly hold competitions in a completely independent space station to directly experience the magnificence of mathematics."

"Experience what?"

So Yale Liga introduced him to a strange creature called "steamed bun fungus".This species absorbs most of the free particle energy and reproduces by binary fission.They usually gather in clumps in a fixed number, and when the number is exceeded, an additional colony will be separated.Individual colonies appear as white hemispheres of spongy tissue.Since they are non-toxic, not resistant to high temperature corrosion, and will decide whether to continue to split according to the remaining space, eating them directly will not cause any harm-although this kind of fungus group is also not very nutritious, and basically cannot be used to solve problems such as famine.

Luo Binhan understood the rules of this competition from a more intuitive perspective: each contestant will be allocated two "steamed buns" before the start of the competition.They have to rush to their respective tables from a thousand meters away, and every ten seconds thereafter, the number of steamed buns on the table will double.Usually when they rushed to the table (thwarted by competitors) they were greeted with sixteen, thirty-two or sixty-four steamed buns.In order to claim victory, they must go all out and eliminate less than half of them within the first ten seconds of their arrival.

The final stage of the game is always very chaotic, the loser's steamed buns are rolling off the table like a landslide, and the security personnel immediately pounce on them, using high-temperature jets or strong acid spray to wipe them out completely, lest they fill up after 5 minutes. Fill the entire space station - and if the vacuum environment has enough energy for them to reproduce, they will reach the size of stars in 15 minutes, and the entire galaxy will be reduced to steamed bun hell in an hour.

Fortunately, usually the vacuum environment will greatly slow down the reproduction speed of the steamed bread fungus, and even force them to swallow each other or fall into dormancy, so it is considered absolutely safe to hold the game in an independent space station.In the past 300 years, there has only been one accident: a contestant who signed up for the first time dropped some steamed bread crumbs during the first aid process on the outer layer of the space station, and the cleaners were too careless, causing a small piece of fungi and insects to fall off. in a vacuum environment.At this time, a stream of high-energy particle rays happened to erupt from a nearby star, passing through the fungus cluster lacking food sources.It expands rapidly, enveloping the entire space station from the outer shell.When the audience at the end of the show opened the hatch of the space station talking and laughing, a frenzy of steamed buns rolled towards them.

The unrest sparked some controversy, with many regional leaders protesting that the event was dangerous and vulgar, and that there was no need for it to continue, but the final vote was overwhelmingly in favor of continuing it.The event official explained it as "this allows people to intuitively experience the magnificence of mathematics."

Two days later, the members of the Silence, who obtained tickets through Joel Farman, walked into the newly built space station and watched the game through real-time screen broadcast and full-real video.

Marin, who was basically forcibly dragged over, rolled his eyes frantically.

"They don't care how majestic the math is, okay?" Marin said, pointing at the screen, "Look at this, all the contestants are locked in a closed square and have no contact with us at all. Then why the hell are we still Want to go to the scene to watch? The answer is, these bastards just feel that the feeling of being submerged in the Mantou Mountain is too exciting! Every day I look forward to doing it again sometime! They don’t want the game to go smoothly!”

His sad and indignant condemnation was submerged in the waves of cheers and failed to stir up any splashes.

Luo Binhan also felt that his point of view was not unreasonable, but he still grabbed a handful of fried chrysalis and stuffed them into his mouth: "Do you think it's interesting to discuss this now? Our arms can't twist our thighs, so let's accept the reality."

Together they looked at the virtual projected arena in the venue.A total of seven contestants stood on their respective tracks, and the way was full of various fire rings, masks and electric sparks.At the end of this journey, there are seven huge round tables with a diameter of more than ten meters. On each of them are two steamed buns lying alone, like two white sesame seeds on a pizza.

Joel Farman is number six of those seven players.Her size is only slightly larger than the horse-shaped creature number three, ranking second to last.According to common sense, she has little chance of winning, but Luo Binhan has long since lost sight of common sense.

He said to Momolo: "Old Mo, if you use the prototype to participate in this competition, wouldn't you be sure to win?"

Momolo shook his head resolutely: "This kind of competition is usually not allowed to participate in Guyue law and polymorphic creatures, Mr. Luo. Because if eating does not increase the quality, the official cannot determine whether you ate them or teleported them away. , it's against the spirit of competition."

The green light for the racetrack came on.The players rushed out together.

They run like lightning, and at the same time, they don't forget to show some small arts that are very in line with the spirit of competition: number one, who is as tall as a baby elephant, swings his arm and throws it at number two next to him; Oil splattered the surrounding runners' tracks; Number Seven swung two submachine guns from his roomy sleeves.

The pony-shaped number three did nothing to the other competitors, but the horns on its head began to emit rainbow-like streams of light, and then it rode away, leaving the other six competitors far behind.

It was the first to avoid the traps of flames and lightning, and rushed across the middle point of the track.At this time, there were four steamed buns on each table.

Luo Binhan was infected by the fanatical atmosphere of the audience.He looked at Joel Farman in the close-up screen, and found that she was dodging the bullets fired by Number Seven, and at the same time drew her two metal rods from behind with her backhand.

She tossed her ponytail handsomely and started playing music.

(End of this chapter)