Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 832 The Old God
His group used to feed on a type of algae called Xylella, which is said to be algae, but it is actually a spore plant that has adapted to the harsh environment of the seabed and coexisted with bacteria.

He didn't eat that filth, but some of His followers did.

Seaweed is one of the most vigorous plants on the seabed, and it is also one of the few foods that are resistant to pollution and will not die due to submarine volcanoes that may erupt at any time.

Sea areas where dry algae grow usually gather biological groups, and those dirty granular brown algae are the last reliance for life on the seabed to survive the [Desolate Moon].

There is a high probability of death when using dry algae, because although this kind of thing can fill the stomach, it is difficult to digest. Once the younger ethnic groups eat too much, they will die of fullness.

He once heard the prayers of believers when the deep sea was full of pollution. They prayed that they could eat dry algae until they were full. Dying from a full stomach is one of the best ways to die under the sea.

Believers say in their prayers that when a person dies of being full, he will have the best dream of his life, in which he will enjoy a feeling of fullness that he has never enjoyed in his life, and in the dream he will have the feeling that he does not have to share with other wandering souls. Shared spouse and children.

He later learned that the dream that believers had when they died of full stomach was not because of full stomach, but because the dead algae itself is poisonous. The soul hallucinates.

Most of the body organs of believers degenerated in the deep sea age are very strong, but their nervous system is still fragile and unable to resist this kind of mental toxin.

And so the dream was born.

He can't stop the group from eating dry algae because of hunger, and he can't make the dream shattered.

The dead algae is only one of the causes of death, the satiety and sweet dreams brought by the dead algae are also the most gentle way of death for the wandering souls from the deep sea.

When the filth that invaded the habitat spread in the group, he could no longer allow the group to continue in the current situation.

He decided to let the soldiers with relatively low pollution levels leave and go to unknown seas to find a chance to survive.

If they can survive, they will have the opportunity to purify the pollution on their bodies, and it is possible to continue their ethnic group with the gift of the deep.

On the other hand, He can also make his own efforts: to protect Tydanios until the day when the group is saved.

He didn't know what that day would be like, and what form it would take.

Fate did not tell him this.

Neither did Thedanius.

He has never been able to establish any link with Tedanios, even if the outer material wrapped around the [cocoon] has faded, exposing the ice inside, even if he can see the true face of Tedanios because of this, It is impossible to ascertain the physical condition of Tydanios through any means at His disposal.

It is not only the body that is frozen, but also something deeper.

After making up his mind, He told the soldiers: You have to go farther to find new hope.

The warriors have experienced the years when explorers in the ethnic group went to the deep sea to explore the hope of survival. They did not have any doubts in their hearts, they only thought that they were really looking for the continuation of the ethnic group—looking for relatives and families to protect them, and purifying the cause of death. Pollution resulting from filth.

On the day they left, He used the power of the deep to open the way for them to the outskirts of the habitat.

Since they left, the habitat has been closed, and there is no further communication with the outside world.

In the habitat, the filth inevitably became a part of the group and penetrated into the reproduction process, turning him and the group into strange things.

Fortunately, this strange filth did not pollute the land. Although the brown algae had mutated to a certain extent, it did not reach the point of being inedible.

The filth caused the birth rate of the ethnic group to drop, and the chances of newborn deaths greatly increased. He had to increase the intensity of reproduction, but the number of ethnic groups was still decreasing uncontrollably.

Another dozen [Desolate Moon] passed, and the number of ethnic groups in the ethnic group finally maintained a balance at a low level.

The number of ethnic groups in the ethnic group no longer increases greatly, nor does it decrease greatly, it just hovers at a low level, maintaining the point where the food produced in the habitat is just enough to survive.

He didn't know until this time that fate had arranged everything long ago. The arrival of filth was the fate of the ethnic group. It was also something that fate had already arranged for filth to infect him and become a part of him.

After realizing this, he no longer resisted—he accepted the filth, so the people could live with the filth.

fair enough.

Even if it deforms and degenerates and survives because of it, it is better than constantly deteriorating due to resistance to pollution.

As for where the filth comes from, it has never been his concern. There is unimaginable filth on the bottom of the sea, and any filth will not surprise him, let alone the arrangement of fate.

After thousands of [Desolate Moons], the distorted ethnic groups multiplied and evolved into ugly monsters. In order to adapt to the worsening environment of the seabed, they gave up most of their bodies as carbon-based creatures. Only the most basic feeding organs and nutrient supply channels are kept to maintain life on the body at a minimum. Their brains have shrunk to nail-sized nuclei, so their intelligence is low, and they can only complete simple labor, eating and reproduction. Can't do anything else.

He quietly watched everything that happened in the habitat.

He knew it was their destiny.

[Desolate Moon] is still strengthening, and despair is like an abyss in the sea with no end in sight.

Time passed by like this, until the whole world began to sink, until the ethnic groups began to believe in death, and thus became dying walking corpses.

The little bit of consciousness they had left prompted them to form a fortress to protect him. They vaguely knew that he and Tydanios in his arms were their last hope...

The waiting in darkness and despair lasted for an unknown amount of time, until a strange consciousness appeared outside the fortress out of thin air.

Fate finally began its predestined run.

……

……

When the synesthesia returned, he was already in tears.

He hated this feeling, tears made him feel weak, empathy for sad emotions made him realize that he was no longer pure——

That human named Chen Yan is really too sentimental.

He froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that this emotion had now become a part of him.

The neon lights on the mechanical hive streets pulled him back, bringing his synesthesia-deranged consciousness back to reality.

What he can be sure of is that the group of warriors he sent away from the group did not survive, because he cannot perceive their existence in this world.

Not an unexpected ending.

Even though he had long been used to death, he still had sadness in his heart—sadness came from Chen Yan's memory and the cognition stored in his nerve center.

It's a damned feeling.

The idea of ​​"Damn it" also comes from Chen Yan's memory and cognition.

damn it.

He looked towards the bakery down the street.

There are a variety of cakes on the cabinets inside the window glass of the shop. Those cakes are exquisitely crafted. He learned the names of these cakes from Chen Yan's memory, macaron, sponge, chiffon, pudding, mousse...

He also understood the term "productivity" from Chen Yan's memory. From this, he understood that the era of sunshine was an era of great productivity and affluence. Although some people still couldn't get enough to eat, almost no one would starve to death. Condition.

In the sunshine age, food is not the most scarce thing.

When he learned this, he was surprised for a long time. Even though Chen Yan's memory had explained everything, it still took him a few seconds to accept the fact that "the food is enough for most life in the world to survive".

He stood up and walked into the crowd again.

After confirming that all the warriors sent away from the ethnic group were dead, he was able to confirm that the ethnic group was no longer there, and he was the only one left in this world.

Even though those new races that were about to be born ten months later gave him the only comfort, the suffocating sense of loneliness still made him breathless.

While restraining the influence of Chen Yan's memory on him and overcoming his sense of loneliness, he realized that he was not an "evil god" in the traditional sense defined by the extraordinary society in the Sunshine Age. According to the cognition and school definition of the extraordinary society, For the superhumans, he is closer to a brand new supernatural creature, an "abnormal creature" that is almost like a subhuman.

He also never recognized himself as the "evil god" defined by the Sunshine Age——

For a carbon-based life, isn't it a matter of course to reproduce in order to survive?

All carbon-based beings in this world have been doing such things throughout their lives, so why should I be stigmatized as an evil god for doing this?

When thinking of this, he once again realized that he was influenced by the values ​​in Chen Yan's memory, so he once again took the initiative to allocate energy to restrain the influence of Chen Yan's memory on him.

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At this moment, on Chen Yan's boat.

"In short, that's probably how things are. That evil god is ridiculously strong. We can't do anything to him for the time being, and he's probably going back to the ship soon."

After Osmandis told everyone on the boat, Nuomi Guo looked at Swarm.

Chen Yan once told her what happened underground, so she knew what Swarm was.

Osmandis had a headache and said:

"No, Swarm is a reckless man, and he is too vulnerable to mental attacks. If the opponent doesn't know his details, he may still be able to fight, but the opponent has already seen him, and he can even use whispers to control him, so He won't be useful this time."

Swarm blamed himself terribly, feeling that he was an out-and-out trash, buttoning a corner of the curtain on his body, unable to speak aggrieved.

Jack Baldo says:
"Is he hostile to us?"

Osmandis replied:
"I don't know if there is any hostility. This is the scariest thing. We have no idea what he will do. We can only speculate from his behavior that he will most likely attack the women on board."

He glanced at Messiah, then turned his gaze back to the face of the glutinous rice fruit:

"He's still in the mechanical hive, and he probably won't be back for a while. I strongly suggest you go out with Messiah as soon as possible to avoid the limelight."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard footsteps on the deck.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Glutinous rice fruit whispered quickly to everyone:

"The motive of this evil god's behavior is unknown, and he has the memory of Chen Yan. He may not do bad things. Let's not conflict with him for now... Swarm is ready at any time. Once he makes a move, please try to stop him !"

It was the first time that Swarm received such a solemn entrustment, and felt his own value for the first time in his life. His whole face was radiant, and he said in a low voice:
"Look at me!"

At this moment, when all the lights on the pier were on, he had already passed the deck and returned to the cabin.

According to the location seen from Chen Yan's memory, he first went to the first floor and took out food from the refrigerator to replenish his strength. He probably ate more than ten pounds of bread, more than ten pounds of milk, and more than 20 pounds of uncooked fresh food. Meat, and some apples.

He ate slowly, with an expression of enjoyment, as if these things were the most delicious food he had ever enjoyed in his life.

"The age of the sun... so good."

He finished dinner, sat at the table, and shed tears from the heart.

He closed his eyes, made a prayer, and whispered in a singing tone:
"Fate arranged for me to enjoy such a rich blood meal. I will repay fate with pious allegiance. I will fulfill my duties as a carbon-based life god, continue the race for my believers, spread life, and make contributions to the race."

It took about 10 minutes for him to recover from being moved to tears and trembling all over.

He stood up, entered the boat building along the gangway, came to Nuomi Guo who was working in front of the computer, looked at the information sorted out on the computer, put his hand on Nuomi Guo's shoulder, and said in a gentle tone:

"Don't be too tired, remember to replenish your energy at any time."

Nuomi Guo has never felt such a presumptuous behavior from Chen Yan. He only felt that such concern was too creepy. At a loss, he shook his body to let his shoulders out of His palm, and replied:
"It will be finished soon."

Facing such an existence for the first time, she was so nervous that she couldn't utter all the words she had prepared before!

His hand was shaken away by her, and he didn't get angry because of it, but became happy.

He perceives her through contact—a female who is mentally strong—a female who is strong in any way is a very worthy individual to be included in the group. They will accept the genetic material of the group and give birth to offspring that are stronger in every way , and more powerful offspring can better continue the ethnic group, allowing the ethnic group based on a single living body to grow stronger.

The young female named Nuomiguo in front of him is much better than the females in the mechanical hive in all aspects of physical quality, and what makes him even more pleased is her knowledge - a knowledgeable matriarch can bring invisible to the group. her offspring are also more likely to become leaders over other gifted female offspring.

He wanted to say something, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. Looking up, it was Messiah standing at the entrance of the first-floor cabin entering the ship building, staring at him expressionlessly.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Osmandis, who had always been not far behind him, also looked at Messiah, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it—the girl in front of her was completely different from her previous aura!

who is she? !

(End of this chapter)