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Chapter 111 Perfect Experimental Subject

Cangqing sea area.

The soldiers of the Divine Refining Legion were neatly arranged on the sea border, stretching for several miles on both sides, with no end in sight behind them.

Directly in front of them was the eye of the storm shrouded in the black mist of the plague.

The soldiers wore heavy armor, only showing their cold eyes, waiting for the battle to begin.

Three years have passed since the Death Row Tribe launched the war. The Death Row Tribe has successively annexed the Psychic Sea, Disha Sea, Snow Turtle Sea, and the Storm Eye Sea ahead of the human empire.

The appetite of the death row clan is getting bigger and bigger, releasing the death plague to continuously encroach on the human clan's territory.

Although this is not the main front of the human expedition plan, the death row tribe's step-by-step approach has touched the bottom line of the human race's interests. The next target is an important resource island with many rare spiritual mines.

The sea breeze howled, causing the bloody flags in front of the front to ring.

In the sky above the human army, a burly figure with a height of two meters and a bare upper body was suspended. Unlike other warriors, he was not wearing any equipment. He held a wine bowl in his left hand and a golden war hammer that was larger than a human in his right hand. There was terror emanating from his body. breath of life.

After the words fell, he turned into a golden light and broke away from the battle line and jumped into the death row battle line. The war hammer in his hand turned into a golden mountain and pressed down.

The infected knew that they would definitely die, so they chose to charge in a more crazy way, hoping to gain some military exploits before their souls returned to the Imperial Cultivator.

"as you wish!"

Looking at the black mist of the death plague coming from a distance, Mo Qiu's cold eyes showed a trace of bloodlust, and he said in a deep voice:

The white eyes in the black mist looked directly at Mo Qiu in his prime state, and a hoarse whisper sounded in Mo Qiu's ears.

But the black mist still reunited under pressure and transformed into the death row god again.

The warriors who were waiting for the enemy also raised their wine bowls, drank them all, and then threw them into the sea. The body-strengthening power given by the Lord of Divine Refining burst out in their bodies.

The nearly energized blue translucent bodies of the death row convicts also appeared in the black mist. The black mist of the death plague became thicker as the iron hook was swung.

While roaring, Mo Qiu's strengthened body burst out with golden light, and with his powerful physical strength, he shattered the black iron chain and bullied the prisoner to death.

boom!
After killing thousands of death row warriors with one hammer, Mo Qiu roared to the sky, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and the muscles on his body twitched accordingly.

It can be a fearless death in battle for carrying out the imperial cultivator's beliefs, or it can be an execution due to cowardice.

A large number of pollution-source black balls instantly filled the entire sky, crashing into the human charging army like a meteor shower.

The leader of this army is "Mo Qiu", the second divinely chosen warrior of the Divine Refining Legion.

At this time, the soldiers beside him will mercilessly cut off the head of his comrade before the mutation becomes violent, even if he is his own brother, and then continue to charge with determination.

Even the legion commander, who was considered nearly invincible, had a record of his death. Fortunately, he was finally reborn in Imperial City, which is enough to illustrate the cruelty of war.

"Death Prisoner God, fight with me!"

Even the powerful God's Chosen Warrior cannot escape the fate of death in battle.

The roar of the soul-returning emperor cultivator sounded throughout the battlefield.

After Mo Qiu finished speaking, the human army rushed into the black mist of the death plague.

boom!
The sea surface was pushed down by a hundred meters with a hammer, and all the death row warriors shrouded in the shadow of the golden hammer were crushed into powder.

Death on the battlefield is the fate of every human warrior.

Suddenly the black mist condensed into chains and wrapped around Mo Qiu's limbs.

After obtaining the body-devouring and forging ability granted by the Lord of Divine Refining, his body becomes his most powerful armor, and he does not need any external protection at all.

Faced with the choice, the soldiers used actions to implement their loyalty to the Imperial Cultivator's faith, endured the physical torture caused by the death plague, and charged forward without fear of death.

At this time, Mo Qiu, who led the army to advance, rushed to the front like an unstoppable chariot, and members of the death row clan fell in pieces wherever he passed.

The strong death plague penetrated the armor during the advance, causing their skin to fester, but no soldier stopped charging.

"There is no antidote to the death plague. The brothers who are infected in this battle will no longer have a way back. They can only move forward indomitably until their souls return to the Imperial Cultivator...Brothers, I toast you with this cup."

The sacred war hammer in his hand shone like the sun under his power.

Mo Qiu's voice was very soft, but it resounded in the sky, and then he drank all the wine in the wine bowl.

"Prove your loyalty and courage to the Emperor Xiu God, kill!"

The pale golden wave advances against the blue wave, and the advancement of the battle line is paid for by the lives of a large number of soldiers.

boom!
The terrifying power instantly shattered the black mist body of the Death Row God, and the black mist was shrouded in golden light and began to melt.

An ancient language different from human beings rang in Mo Qiu's ears. A black phantom appeared from behind the death row army at an extremely fast speed, hovering a hundred meters away from Mo Qiu, and raised his hand to grab Mo Qiu.

However, the casualties of the human army are also accelerating. As the battle lines deepen, the damage caused by the death plague becomes more serious.

All soldiers know that they will die. Since the expedition plan began, it has been impossible to count how many soldiers have fallen on the front lines. During this period, new people have been replaced by old ones.

All human warriors who were exposed to the pollution source wailed in pain, and their bodies were distorted and alienated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A black mark suddenly appeared on Mo Qiu's chest.

There is a saying that has always been circulated among the major legions:

The blue front was simply not enough to resist the advance of the Second Shenlian Regiment, and was forced to retreat continuously.

The best way to implement the Imperial Cultivator's beliefs is to prove one's courage and strength in battle.

But they can choose how to die.

The power of the curse penetrated into Mo Qiu's body and began to destroy his body functions.

But Mo Qiu didn't even look down and swung the hammer down again.

boom!
The overbearing power once again crushed the atomized body of the Death Row God, and the war hammer turned into a phantom, setting off strong winds to try to blow away the black mist.

But the atomized body of the Death Row God reunited little by little against the strong wind.

With the curse whispering, a second curse mark was generated, turning into a dark red curse mark on Mo Qiu's back.

At the same time, two figures appeared on both sides of Mo Qiu, and simultaneously waved their soul hooks to hit Mo Qiu's arms.

The soul hook collided with the flesh body, making a metallic clashing sound and then shattered.

Mo Qiu turned his body and swung his war hammer in a circle, smashing into pieces the two death row warriors who came to attack him.

At this time, an unexpected scene happened.

The flesh and blood of the two dead prisoners of war turned into powder, but they left two curse marks, which turned into streams of light and were printed on Mo Qiu's arms.

Seeing this scene, Mo Qiu immediately understood what happened.

The curse of sacrifice!

The real purpose of these two death row warriors who were teleported to him through space was to kill him, because they carried concentrated curse marks made in advance in their bodies, which would take effect instantly after their bodies died and cast a curse mark on the nearest target.

This is a suicide attack.

Feeling the power of the curse spreading within his body, Mo Qiu showed no fear in his eyes. The surging power surged through his body as he roared, launching a new round of charge towards the Death Row God.

After several days of fierce confrontation.

The power of the Death Row God has declined severely, and it is becoming increasingly difficult for the black mist to condense.

When the Death Row God gathered his black body again and looked at Mo Qiu with various curse marks on his body, a smile appeared on his weak face:
"You lost."

Mo Qiu stood holding the hammer, his eyes still burning with endless fighting spirit.

"Offer your loyalty to the Emperor Xiu God."

After the words fell, Mo Qiu made a fist with his left hand and put it on his chest. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the death row god, and raised the war hammer in his right hand high.

"kill!"

The golden light released by the war hammer continued to amplify, turning into a golden war hammer as huge as a mountain, and suddenly fell down.

boom!
The violent power set off a huge wave, and the body of the Death Row God exploded into pieces of mist under this blow.

After this blow, it was extremely difficult for the body of the Death Row God to condense. The black mist continued to split as it gathered, and it took more than ten minutes to completely condense.

When the Death Row God looked up at Mo Qiu, the warrior chosen by the gods of the human race, he found him standing in the air with a hammer, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and his open eyes were still full of fighting spirit, but he no longer had any vitality. He only had the magic weapon in his hand, the war hammer. The strength keeps the posture in the air without falling. "Huh... Such domineering physical strength."

Looking at the lifeless body of Mo Qiu in the distance, the death row god felt happy and a little lucky at the same time.

Up to this point in this battle, he was at the end of his strength and could not hold on for long.

Fortunately, in the end it was He who won.

Looking down at the end of the sea, the war below is coming to an end.

The first few waves of the human race's charges were overwhelming, and a large number of death row warriors fell to the violent advances of the human race.

But the sea shrouded in the black mist of death is their home field after all. In a protracted battle, their advantage is destined to gradually expand. As long as they can withstand the first few waves of offensives, the offensive and defensive positions will inevitably change.

Two days later.

At the end of the battle, the death row tribe crossed the sea border and invaded the Cangqing Sea. Along the way, the death plague swept across the resource islands, including the two core resource islands guarded by the God-chosen warriors.

The great victory brought about a rapid increase in resource production.

This will also help the death row clan to develop and advance technologies related to plague and curses.

……

Five years later.

The death row marine fortress.

Central research office.

A large number of death row researchers wearing energy protective suits are conducting research around the huge black flesh ball.

Cutting pieces of meat, injecting viruses, branding curses, data collection... Over the years, this mutant has brought more and more surprises to the people on death row.

Through continuous testing and research, the Death Row Clan found that this mutant was a perfect testing tool for curses and plagues.

Before obtaining this mutated body, the curse and plague virus test of the Death Row Clan requires capturing living bodies for testing.

However, ordinary living bodies will die soon after being infected with plague and curse, and it is difficult to encounter living bodies with high resistance for in-depth testing.

The emergence of this mutated body makes the death row clan feel like a treasure.

Whether it is a curse, a plague, or even a test of the source of pollution, it can withstand the test. Even if the life force disappears quickly in the process, it will quickly return to its original state, and even become stronger than before.

After years of testing, they have also found a way to exploit the mutants.

This technology is called "death spree".

A virus bomb is made by cutting the minced flesh of the mutated body that is combined with a large number of viruses and curses, and is sealed and detonated instantly during the battle with the enemy. No life can survive the multiple bombardments of raging curses, plagues, and mental pollution.

What is even more surprising is that in the process of studying the power of plague and curse, the power of the death row god they believe in is also gradually growing.

Creating new plagues and curses is an important channel for the Death Row God to obtain power.

This mutant life has brought too many surprises and its value is immeasurable. It has been regarded as the most important treasure by the death row clan.

Even if there are sea forces that are willing to exchange multiple sea areas as bargaining chips, the death row clan will never be willing.

Research continues.

The death row tribe looks forward to the day when the secrets of the mutants are revealed. At that time, the death row tribe will not be afraid of any curses, plagues, and pollution, and will become an invincible nightmare in the eyes of powerful tribes with relevant abilities.

By then, the death row clan will usher in a new round of rise.

27 years later.

The area of ​​the black flesh ball has grown to the size of a basketball court.

Relying on the experimental testing and data collection of this mutant, the Death Row clan has developed rapidly. The initial Death Plague has completed two updates and upgrades. Both the corrosive effect and the lethality of infection have been significantly improved.

But the death row clan also encountered a development bottleneck.

The black flesh ball is becoming more and more adaptable, and the early viruses and curses can no longer have any effect on it.

The research and development of new technologies cannot keep up with the speed of immunity against black sarcoma. As a result, many technologies cannot continue to be tested because of immunization against melanoma before innovation.

The black flesh ball also gradually shrank during this period.

This is worrying for a researcher on death row.

Meat balls are an important weapon of war for the death row clan, and the "death frenzy" made by cutting the flesh and blood on the meat balls is the most powerful war weapon for the death row clan.

If the area of ​​the meat ball continues to shrink, the output of Death Frenzy will also be compressed.

This is not conducive to the next development plans of the death row clan.

In order to solve this problem, the researchers of the death row tribe began to develop new curses and new plague viruses under the high pressure of the death row god, and invested most of the output resources in research and development and testing.

In the next few years, in the race against time, the meat ball shrinks much faster than the research and development speed of the death row clan.

A death frenzy that has been building up for a long time is also brewing in the process of shrinking the meat ball, waiting to explode.

Time comes 13 years later.

Lin Ji, who had been trapped in the consciousness space for decades, stared blankly at the information that came to his mind without any emotion.

From initial surprise, to panic, to despair... until now he was completely numb.

All of his physical attribute indicators have exploded. Except for his soul strength, all of his values ​​have exceeded six digits.

This kind of physical fitness even far exceeds the physical evaluation data of God's Chosen Warriors on the Internet.

But no matter how strong it is.

The mismatch between soul, consciousness, and body caused him to lose control of his body and was unable to perceive anything in the outside world.

With his expectations shattered countless times, he had completely given up on escaping and became numb.

He couldn't tell how much time had passed, maybe five years, maybe decades, or even longer.

Perception of time becomes blurred as consciousness is trapped.

When I was young, I heard my teacher say in class that pollution is the most terrifying and deadly evil substance, even more difficult to deal with than the mental control abilities of many evil gods.

At that time, he had no clear idea of ​​the source of pollution.

But now there is.

In his opinion, the source of pollution is simply a collection of various viruses and curses, and new diseases will be derived every time to infect his body.

The endless disease spread left him with no end in sight.

There will always be new diseases that stretch its disease index, making the time to escape even longer.

At this moment, a light and airy feeling caused Lin Ji, whose consciousness was numb, to fluctuate in consciousness.

He felt the outside world at this moment, and his consciousness connected with the physical body that had been lost for so long.

Looking at the information in his mind, he found that the disease index had returned to zero at some point.

Going to get out of trouble? !
The surprise came too suddenly, and Lin Ji, who was already numb, suddenly became energetic.

The integration process of body and soul consciousness is very fast.

When Lin Ji opened his eyes, he saw pieces of rotting corpses lying on the ground.

He was suddenly confused.

Where is this? !

With doubts, he walked out of the laboratory covered with germs along the passage, and the scene outside made him even more confused.

Along the way, it can be described as corpses strewn across the field. All life has been corroded and dissolved, and the state of death is generally miserable.

"Hiss...who did this? It's too cruel."

(End of this chapter)