Chapter 52: Disaster Passing Through

Meng Yi reinterpreted the meaning of 'support.'

Just like a certain mountain elder holding a great sword and wearing heavy armor, redefining the 'Assassin' profession.

The black-red long-hem windbreaker extended fine threads like a living thing, absorbing the blood mist in the air.

The shoes also spread out dense spider-web-like veins, absorbing biomass energy to replenish his own loss.

Not long after, there was no trace of blood smell left in the forest.

The energy consumed by just opening the "Life Force Field" was replenished, and there was even a surplus.

'Support' Meng Yi's true bone-picking and marrow-sucking made Qilin, who had a strong sense of justice, twitch her eyelids.

"Bai... big boss Bai, you seem a bit too extreme."

"Extreme?"

Meng Yi joked half-jokingly: "Wasn't it you who told me to be more aggressive just now?"

Meng Yi, who was not broad-minded, returned the favor in his own way. Who told Qilin to use his own words to retort him earlier?

Qilin glared in anger, weighed the gap in combat power between herself and Meng Yi, and decisively decided not to dwell on this issue.

'Xixi materialist Wei Wei Wei Junjie, this girl has a lot of tolerance, I won't be like this little brat!'

The spiritual victory method is everywhere. Qilin, who had adjusted her mindset, opened her lips lightly: "Big boss Bai, which faction should we join? Demon Slayer Corps or Demon?"

"Which faction doesn't matter, let the other side pick first."

Meng Yi said indifferently, replenishing some biomass energy; he felt even hungrier.

"Wait until I eat my fill, and then set off to capture the Demon King of the Demon faction. This dungeon is quite interesting, I probably have to stay for a while."

"Capturing the Demon King, the last link to end the thousand-year feud is stuck. Neither side can leave the dungeon world, so when it ends is up to us."

Qilin still wanted to persuade him, but saw Meng Yi acting on his own.

Meng Yi, in human form, physically exploded into pieces, and trillions of black-red silk threads spread out endlessly in all directions, swallowing everything organic like a disaster passing through.

Mosquitoes, flies, rats, and ants? Swallow!

A great tonic, crunchy, the nutrition is more than five times that of beef!

Birds and beasts? Swallow!

Rare goods that he wouldn't even dare to think about in his hometown Undercity, why not eat them now?

Shrubs and wild grass? Swallow!

Although the digestion is a bit slow, it can at least convert biomass energy.

Even bacteria and microorganisms were not spared by the black-red disaster wave that Meng Yi turned into.

Meng Yi's mental will, covering 78.5 square kilometers, commanded five trillion cell-level biological psionic computers, and then the cell computers commanded the black light silk threads, constantly swallowing organic matter to develop, grow, and divide...

Two hours later, there was a circular vacancy with a diameter of ten kilometers in the forest, as if it had been bitten by some monster on the map.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

The black-red disaster wave moved slowly counterclockwise along the edge of the circular vacancy.

……

Until a touch of fish-belly white rose in the eastern sky, Meng Yi ended his 'meal' with satisfaction.

He had eaten his fill this time, biomass energy storage: 700%

A total of three hundred square kilometers of forest were harmed, which is 30,000 hectares, wiping out 0.12% of Fusang's total forest area in one wave.

"Hiccup~"

Meng Yi, who had re-condensed his human form, burped comfortably.

He waved his hand and put the six fist-sized high-concentration biomass energy crystals into his personal storage space.

"Little Fusang doesn't look big, but it's actually passable, enough for me to eat nearly a thousand times."

Meng Yi was not very satisfied. This way of eating that wastes natural resources is too wasteful, and does not conform to the "sustainable fishing in a dried-up lake" concept he has always practiced.

However, it is acceptable in Fusang, anyway, he is not the one suffering.

As for the Japanese people who rely on the mountains, when they wake up and find that the original mountains and forests have become pitch-black, dead, and barren land, it has nothing to do with the great philanthropist Meng Yi.

……

The cool morning breeze blew across the mountain top.

The experience of the whole night made Qilin go from complaining to shock, then to fear and helplessness, and now she had completely lost the courage to face Meng Yi.

"Waaaaah!"

Seeing Meng Yi walking over leisurely, Qilin, who was scared silly, cried and screamed, running wildly in the direction away from Meng Yi, only hating that her parents gave her two fewer legs.

"Mommy! It's too scary! It's too terrifying!"

【Whoosh—!】

The dim white light of the "Low-power Life Force Field" covered his body, and black-red wings full of aerodynamic beauty grew behind him.

Meng Yi descended from the sky, a perfect finger pressed against Qilin's forehead, smiling like a smile: "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly just now, I allow you to organize your language again."

The wind and waves stirred by the black-red wings turned into dense sharp steel knives, cutting the barren mountains and fields into long, narrow gullies crisscrossing each other.

Her path of life was illegally deprived, and the majestic little policewoman's voice choked with sobs, crying and crying.

"Woo woo woo, big boss, please don't eat me, I have thin arms and legs and no nutrition!"

Meng Yi's path was too evil, and the demon army that invaded her hometown would call it an expert.

"Why would I eat you?"

"We are 'teammates,' aren't we? I, a 'support,' am too busy protecting you, the 'AD,' so how could I hurt you?"

Meng Yi's smile was nuclear-cancer-hydrogen, and his gaze at Qilin seemed to be looking at some kind of treasure.

Don't misunderstand, this has nothing to do with any love or affection.

Genetic engineering of the Shenhe civilization · first-generation god body, how could Meng Yi not be interested?

"Let's go, let's go catch the Demon King."

"The little white mouse was scared last night, that guy can run quite well, catching him will probably waste some time."

Wasting time is a shameful act.

Wasting Meng Mou's precious scientific research time is a crime worthy of death, starting with the destruction of nine clans, and no ceiling for the destruction of the clan!

Meng · Great Philanthropist · Yi, raised his hand and 'gently' wiped the tears from Qilin's eyes, taking the opportunity to analyze the tear gland secretions of the first-generation god body, but the harvest was almost zero.

Qilin, whose pretty face was pale, said with trembling lips: "Bi... bi... big boss, can we go our separate ways? I think teaming up is unnecessary!"

"Although I am not as powerful as you, I have hands and feet, and self-protection is not a big problem, so I won't hold you back. Please raise your hand and let me go, I will be very grateful!"

Dispersing the "Low-power Life Force Field," the black-red wings retracted into his body, and the smile on Meng Yi's face gradually disappeared.

"My stupid teammate, you seem to have misunderstood something?"

"Do you think I'm still joking with you?"

"This is an order, not a request. Either you be decent voluntarily, or I will help you be decent voluntarily."

"Friends or enemies, choose."

His arm was held flat, alienating and twisting into a sharp, long black light blade that shone with cold light.

His indifferent and ruthless eyes contained no emotion, waiting for the 'teammate's' choice. ===== CHAPTER 53 =====

His cold, emotionless eyes held not a shred of sentiment, waiting for the 'teammate's' choice.