Chapter 52: Disaster Passing Through

Meng Yi reinterpreted the meaning of 'support.'

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

The black-red long-hem windbreaker extended 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 fill his own losses.

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

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

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

"White... Big Boss White, you seem a bit too extreme."

"Extreme?"

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

Meng Yi, who was not broad-minded, returned the favor in the same way. Who let Qi Lin use the words he had said to retort to him before?

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

'Western materialist Wei Junjie, this girl has a lot of tolerance, I won't be as knowledgeable as this little brat!'

The method of spiritual victory is everywhere. Qi Lin, who had adjusted her mindset, opened her sandalwood mouth: "Big Boss White, which faction should we join? Ghost Killing Squad or Evil Ghost?"

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

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

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

"Capturing the Ghost King, the last link of ending the thousand-year grudge is stuck. Neither side can leave the dungeon world, so when it ends is up to us."

Qi Lin still wanted to persuade, but saw Meng Yi acting on his own.

Meng Yi, in human form, exploded in a physical sense, and billions of black-red threads spread endlessly in all directions, swallowing all organic matter in sight like a disaster.

Mosquitoes, flies, rats, ants? Devour!

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

Birds and beasts? Devour!

Rare goods that he wouldn't even dare to think about in his hometown Hive City, if he doesn't eat them now, when will he?

Shrubs and wild grass? Devour!

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

Even bacteria and microorganisms, the black-red disaster wave that Meng Yi turned into did not let go.

Meng Yi's psionic will, covering 78.5 square kilometers, commanded five trillion cell-level bio-psionic computers, which in turn commanded the black light threads, constantly devouring organic matter to develop, grow, and proliferate...

Two hours later, there was a circular gap 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 gap.

……

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

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

A total of three hundred square kilometers of forest were harmed, that is, thirty thousand hectares, wiping out 0.12% of Fuso's total forest area in one go.

"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.

"Small Fuso seems not big, but it's okay, enough for me to eat about 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 draining of the pond to catch fish" philosophy he has always practiced.

But it is acceptable in Fuso; anyway, he is not the one suffering.

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

……

The cool morning breeze blew across the mountain peak.

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

"Waaaaah!"

Seeing Meng Yi walking over leisurely, Qi Lin, who was scared silly, cried and screamed, running wildly in the direction away from Meng Yi, wishing her parents had given her two fewer legs.

"Mommy! Too terrifying! Too scary!"

[Whoosh —!]

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

Meng Yi descended from the sky, a perfect finger pressed against Qi Lin's forehead, smiling half-jokingly.

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly just now, I allow you to reorganize your language once."

The wind and waves fanned by the black-red wings turned into dense sharp steel blades, cutting the barren wilderness into narrow gullies crisscrossing each other.

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

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

Meng Yi's methods were too evil; even the demon army that invaded her hometown would call him an expert.

"Why would I eat you?"

"We are 'teammates,' I, a 'support,' am too busy protecting you, the 'ad,' how could I possibly hurt you?"

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

Don't misunderstand, this doesn't involve 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 Ghost King."

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

Wasting time is a shameful act.

Wasting Meng's precious scientific research time is a crime worthy of death; starting with the destruction of nine generations and ending with the extermination of the race!

Meng, the philanthropist, Yi, raised his hand to 'gently' wipe the tears from Qi Lin's eyes, and by the way, analyzed the tear gland secretions of the first-generation god body, but the harvest was almost zero.

Qi Lin, whose pretty face was pale, said with trembling lips: "Bi... Bi... Big Boss, can we go our separate ways? I think teaming up is completely 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 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."

"Friend or enemy, choose."

His arm was raised horizontally, alienating and twisting into a cold, gleaming, narrow black light blade.

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