Chapter 1076: superman is tired
On July 17, the sun was shining brightly.
The hottest time of the year has arrived. Even if you fly in the air and the strong wind blows in the sky, you will not feel much cooler.
On the contrary, the wind blowing on his body was vaguely hot. The so-called "summer hot wind" probably refers to such a thing.
The panda was flying not far from the ground, its eyes constantly scanning its feet, looking for any suspicious clues.
He can be sure that the mysterious organization will definitely not have only the previous base - that base alone cannot create enough to annihilate the Black Earth Continent Northern Wizarding Alliance with the "Flame Lord" as the core.
They must have a lot of bases, can continuously produce large-scale troops, and can quickly return the dead bodies of both sides to make new soldiers.
The situation was exactly as he had guessed. After just one day, he found another base of the mysterious organization.
This base did not kill people, or rather, they had already killed everyone who could be killed around them. Now, they are using the corpses of various animals and even monsters as materials to continue to make puppet soldiers.
The scale of this base is much larger than the previous one, and the pandas encountered far more puppet soldiers than the previous one.
Among these puppet soldiers, the most powerful ones are those covered with heavy carapace. They are nearly half taller than ordinary puppet soldiers, burly and powerful. When they slashed with the sharp blades turned into by their arms, pandas even produced The illusion that "space will be shattered".
It's a pity that no matter how violent the tricks are, if the strength is not enough, it is still useless.
Although the panda was beaten a bit embarrassed by these guys at first, and even suffered a lot of knives. But when he gradually got used to the weird and fast swordsmanship of these large puppet soldiers, these guys couldn't cause him any more trouble.
The battle lasted from noon until late at night. In the end, the panda faced the siege of a large number of puppet soldiers and forcibly destroyed the production workshop of the base, which was considered to cut off their backup.
Then, he killed all of these puppet soldiers from late at night to the next afternoon.
Glue all over the floor, blood all over the floor.
After killing almost a day and a night, the panda really had the feeling of "killing it softly".
Especially the hellish scene of Asura around him made him feel sick to his stomach.
So he hurriedly flew away, found a nearby river, and washed himself clean.
After washing in the river for about an hour, he finally couldn't smell the blood on his body and landed on the shore with satisfaction.
"I really don't understand, why can Long Biao and the others keep killing and killing all year round? Aren't they tired? Don't they feel disgusted?" While resting by the river, he couldn't help but mutter, "If you keep on killing like this, it will take a day or two. That's all, after years of age, won't it kill mental illness?"
After thinking about it, he contacted Long Biao privately and asked him about his "killing experience".
"Why do you feel pressure? It's just some experience points." Long Biao seemed surprised and didn't understand why he asked such a question, "As for nausea or something, of course there will be. But there is no way. To gain experience points, you have to kill and kill... In fact, in general, it's good to get used to it. By the way, you can use a collection command after killing, so that the battlefield can be cleared, and it will not be So disgusting."
The panda suddenly realized, pinched its nose and flew back to the ruins of the base that still smelled bloody, and threw out the collection instructions all the way.
This time, it wasn't until night again that he was able to clean up the blood on the ground.
The things obtained are generally "the flesh and blood of the puppet soldiers", "the bones of the puppet soldiers", "the fragments of the wreckage full of vitality" and the like.
I won't say the number, anyway, there are many, so many... He feels that if he encounters an ogre tribe now, he can use these food to keep those ogres alive...
After the busy work, the panda searched in the ruins of the base where there were still many **** smells, and only found a production line that he could not understand that looked like the soldiers made with biotechnology. ", "Production Line Fragments", "Puppet Soldier Breeding Tanks" and the like.
"It's worthless..." he muttered, "Perhaps, it can be used for research by those bloodline wizards?"
Having done everything, he took off again and turned to leave.
After flying a short distance, he suddenly frowned.
In his own battle, he killed thousands of puppet soldiers, and these puppet soldiers were made with a lot of "biological materials". If these materials cannot be returned to nature, will they destroy the biological chain and destroy the balance of nature?
This question is very deep, he thought for a while, but could not come up with an answer.
Fortunately, he can ask for help from outside the field.
So he contacted Shawn, the Druid who had the most research on ecological balance in the traveler.
After listening to his consultation, Sean thought for a while and asked, "Thousands, how much is it? Is there an accurate number?"
"Quite counting or something, I'm not the kind of pervert who kills and counts, how is it possible!"
"Then, there is always a rough approximation. Thousands are just an adjective, not even an approximation!"
Panda recalled it carefully, and said unsurely: "About... 8,000 to 10,000 people... or a little more, maybe a little less, I really can't estimate it more accurately."
Sean sent a smile: "Such numbers are nothing. Don't worry, they can't disrupt the balance of nature."
"real?"
"Of course! Are you doubting my expertise?"
"No no no! Absolutely no meaning!"
"If you're really worried, then just throw the useless things you collected into the forest. There are little guys in the forest that can digest them."
"...But, the things I collected are very far from the actual resources."
"There's no other way, this is the only way." Sean said, "Your treatment method is correct. If you leave that large pile of corpses, the surrounding creatures can't keep up with the speed of treatment, and a plague source will soon be formed. On the contrary, the damage to the ecological balance is even greater.”
After finishing the conversation, Panda couldn't help but sigh again.
"Damn Aaron!" he complained in a low voice, "you **** don't know what kind of friends you have been with, and you do things without any scruples! In the end, I actually asked me to help with the ending. In addition to killing me softly, I actually To think about maintaining ecological balance..."
"It is said that Superman is busy saving the world all day long, and he is very tired, but I am even more tired than Superman!"