A strange power surged in An Yinong’s chest, and his soul seemed to be half fused with the spirit. He felt the breath of countless lives, the breath of grass, the breath of trees, the breath of birds, the breath of grass spirits…
He looked around with his blood-painted eyes, but his sight transcended time and space and came into contact with a small animal dozing on a leaf of thyme. The power of the soul was transmitted into his body through the soil. A strange sound came out of his mouth. It was said to be a song, but it was more like chanting.
[Birds fly in the sky]
[Wolves run across the wilderness]
[Freedom is destiny,【But constraints are part of freedom.】]
Behind the contestant, the dying beast opened its eyes.
The wind swirled, and the almost whispering sound grew larger, echoed by the blades of grass in all directions.
“Are you praying for yourself?” He raised the blade on his fingertips, casually trying to chop the weak insect in half with one stroke.
“Ugh!” He paused, looking down at his chest, and saw the scimitar-like claws piercing his chest. The beast they thought was dead used its last strength to deliver this blow.
“Jin!” his companion shouted, unable to believe what he saw.
Even the lively live broadcast room of the Bear Slayer team stopped: “What did I see?”
“Woo——” The pregnant mother gave her last cry and then fell heavily to the ground.
The shouts were still echoing in the sky, the forest was trembling slightly, the birds’ cries were rising and falling, very sharp, and pieces of grass elves were flying up, and waves of wind were blowing the grass.
[Death brings paleness,]
[Indulgence kills people,]
[Death is a generous god, Fools must be guided forward.]
“It’s you…” The man named ‘Jin’ glanced at An Yinong, then he knelt down, spit out blood, and then fell to the ground, losing his breath.
The forest suddenly became very quiet. With the faint chanting, the wild grass swayed its body, tender seedlings sprouted beside the broken trees, and the treetops also swayed in response to the strange melody.
The game screen popped up and flickered, and the attention and support soared to nine digits in an instant, and then dropped to three digits in the next second.
Words kept flashing on the screen: Non-intelligent objects are not included in the calculation, error, erro cleared, error… Detected source power, S-level. Upload report, upload failed. … Accept the command, clear the error message with one click…
The system wiped its sweat. Fortunately, it was intercepted at the last second, otherwise the main brain would have discovered something unusual. The host had such a good seedling, why not send it to a high-risk world immediately?
As an experienced old system, the system had always been aware of the fate of hosts with too much potential. But it was really disgusted, sending well-trained hosts to high-risk worlds to die. Therefore, the system concealed its treasure from its host, because it did not expect that the host’s bloodline would be so terrifying once it erupted.
An Yinong, who had no idea what happened to the system, slowly sat up, and the icy white color spread from his fingertips to the palm of his hand. A circle of dense oracle-bone script appeared on the middle finger of his right hand. The words were like thorns wrapped around his fingers. This was his power, but also his “curse”.
The constraints were applied to others, and also to him.
An Yinong looked at the other attackers, and the song changed again. The sweet voice of the young man and the distant singing combined together, floating in the layers of autumn woods, swaying in the vast sky. The desolate killing in this ‘song’ was even stronger, circles of wind and waves spread out from him in all directions, and the bird calls became sharper, almost piercing the eardrums.
Hiss. Swish. Something was crawling in the grass.
“What is this?” The feet of the remaining few people were entangled by green vines. The sticky secretions seemed to have a special effect and began to corrode their protective clothing when they touched them.
Birds slowly appeared out of the forest, staring at the men with murderous intent in their eyes.
They had killed countless people and had no idea what ‘reverence for life’ meant, but at this moment, faced with these weird and terrifying scenes, a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts. It was as if they had suddenly become the enemy of the world.
“Kill him! He’s weird!” The woman’s reckless force broke a gap, and her courage was shaky. She finally couldn’t stand this strange feeling anymore, and pointed at An Yinong who was chanting with his head down, “Monster!”
Two lines of bloody tears slowly rolled down An Yinong’s face, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
There were only four people left in the Bear Slayer team. These four people didn’t know what happened, but they knew who caused it. They directly changed into insect form.
It was not that their muscles expanded and exploded, but rather that invisible energy attached to their bodies, wrapping them up layer by layer, turning into a kind of armor.
The Zerg’s insect form had evolved over tens of thousands of years. They were no longer regular insect forms, but more like fantasy mechanical monsters, wearing metal armor, looking both human and insect.
The woman had disappeared, and in front of An Yinong was an octopus spider several meters tall, with a grayish-white shell that had a frosted texture and sharp thorns at the joints.
There was no head where its head should be, only a broken neck shaped like a chrysanthemum, with sharp teeth opening and closing at the break, as if eager to devour something. Instead there was a head growing on its abdomen, which looked like a white egg, with a few twisted facial features simply drawn with black lines. The white egg was smiling at An Yinong with a crooked mouth.
An Yinong looked up at the head, and also saw its slender limbs blocking him like a cage, and a hooked tentacle extending from the spider’s tail.
These people were intermediate Zergs. They may not have the special abilities of advanced Zergs, but their combat power was not weaker than that of advanced Zergs. They were the type with the strongest pure physical combat ability among Zergs.
In ancient times, low-level Zerg were responsible for logistics, mid-level Zerg were the backbone fighters, and high-level Zerg served as leaders and high-end combat forces. It was the same now.
An Yinong looked at the others.
The Zerg was a fighting race that had evolved over thousands of years, and all its changes were for the purpose of fighting. Putting aside the differences in personal aesthetics, their insect form could be called aesthetically pleasing.
Unfortunately, whether it was An Yinong or any other flowers and plants, no one was in the mood to appreciate the alternative beauty of these insects.
The grass on the ground shook like waves, and the vines were crawling like snakes. Surrounded, An Yinong sat with his legs bent, chanting an ancient language. The tree behind him suddenly blossomed in the autumn, reflecting the beauty of spring in the blink of an eye.
The woman stabbed with her tail, and the hook was forced in front of An Yinong, but he did not dodge.
Petals fluttered like snow, gently falling on An Yinong’s hands, reflecting the ice-white skin and black thorn-like runes.
The world before his eyes became so quiet, and the needle stopped before piercing his forehead.
The four Zergs covered by the rain of petals stood there motionless. They surrounded An Yinong who was sitting on the bed with full armor, as if they could easily take his life. But they would never be able to do it.
Vines slid along their limbs, their thorny tips searching for soft body tissue not covered by armor. They found it, and the stinger at one end pierced it, releasing venom.
An Yinong was still softly reciting, the wind blowing gently on his face, and there was only the hoarse rustling sound in the forest. It could be said that the years were peaceful and quiet.
The four Zerg stared, they were still alive, but they were feeling their skin, muscles, and internal organs being slowly melted into liquid by the venom. Then the liquid was sucked away bit by bit by the vines and turned into nutrients.
“No, please…” The fear of death made them no longer able to be “brave”. They wanted to beg for mercy, but their bodies were motionless and they couldn’t even open their mouths.
An Yinong looked at them, but also seemed to be looking at something else through them. The attention level on the game screen was increasing every minute, reaching 100,000 and then 200,000.
For An Yinong, this was an opportunity for 200,000 people to know him. In the entertainment industry, it was eight opportunities to change a person.
An Yinong was not sure what kind of person could spark a discussion, as he did not understand the Zerg in the interstellar era. But he knew that in an orderly society wrapped in rules and morals, people who dared to show their true selves would cause controversy, no matter whether this truth was beautiful or ugly.
But An Yinong’s true feeling at this moment was anger. When he realized the power he possessed, An Yinong understood that he no longer had to kowtow and survive in the cracks, and he had the qualifications to be “angry”.
It felt really good.
“About to die at the hands of a weakling who can strangle me with one hand, huh?”
He stood up and straightened his messed up clothes as he walked. He was gentle, calm, with a little smile, and with the white tips of his hair, he was incompatible with the entire environment, a kind of indescribable specialness.
The four members of the Bear Slayer team were motionless, white flowers falling all over their bodies, like white paper floating on the tomb soil.
“I heard a saying that when a powerful person points at a person and says, ‘I suspect he attacked me and he has a weapon in his hand,’ it is best that the person actually has a weapon in his hand.”
An Yinong even had a smile on his face, but the four of them felt chills. There was a sharpness that they didn’t want to understand in these calm and gentle words.
“What a shame, I do have a weapon in my hand.” His face was still so childish, but his eyes were as calm as if he had watched the changes in the human world for a hundred years.
“I come from a poor planet. My parents are low-level Zerg. I was taught to ‘accept your fate, don’t try to resist, and resolve violence with understanding.'”
An Yinong suddenly turned around, and his face, which could only be described as handsome, fell into the light that passed through the treetops. The light and shadow outlined the soft lines of his face and his sharp eyebrows.
“But the facts prove that the less you resist, the more others will oppress you, humiliate you, and hurt you!” He reached out his hand and gently touched the insect shell that was trembling with fear, and slowly glanced at the face with a mixture of white and purple patterns, looking at the camera.
The man in front of the screen was startled. He even felt that An Yinong inside was looking at him.
“How did he do it? Why did the plants obey his orders?” The man almost pounced in front of the screen, his face almost penetrating the screen, but he wished he could get closer, it would be best if he could directly enter the video and go to the scene to find out what was going on.
That kind of power was like that of a high-level Zerg. Only high-level Zerg possessed this kind of power beyond physics. But the man knew very well that the Zerg on the screen, who was in the differentiation stage, was really just a poor Zerg in the differentiation stage, and it didn’t even have the combat power of a low-level Zerg.
Across the space and the screen, An Yinong stared at those high-level Zerg who thought they were superior. He knew that some of these people must be watching him. They were expecting his miserable cries and painful struggles, and were waiting for him to die in torture.
Society’s leniency and indulgence towards high-level Zerg had fueled their madness and cold-bloodedness. The price for the higher-level Zerg to possess extraordinary abilities was their lifespan. On average, they did not live to thirty years old, and the stronger they were, the faster they died.
The process of their spiritual growth was accompanied by many distracting thoughts, but their abilities were strong. The more pain they endured, over time, the spiritual realm of these advanced Zerg could not bear this pressure and will break and die.
A long, long time ago, thousands of years ago, the Zerg had a ‘queen’. The queen’s ability was to balance the population and heal advanced Zerg. However, the ‘queen’ disappeared for thousands of years, and the Zerg split into seventy-seven countries and several anarchist organizations. She became a legend.
The early death of high-level Zerg had become an incurable disease. However, they were the top combat force on the battlefield. 50% of high-level Zerg were required to go to the battlefield, which accelerated the burning of their lives.
Therefore, society treated high-level Zerg more favorably, which was what they deserved.
However, there were still half of the higher Zerg in this world who had escaped responsibility and recklessly squandered their privileges, which was worse than those in the plot. They were arrogant, trampled on the dignity of others, played with other people’s lives, and exuded a stench from their bones.
“I know you’re watching me. You’re the ones who triggered my differentiation period early, and you’re waiting with knives in your hands, treating me like a nobody.”
“Thank you for everything you have done. It has made me realize that the poor and weak are beaten and have no say.”
As soon as the words fell, countless green vines seemed to have heard the call and instantly came to the front of these insects. All the parts of their bodies that could be melted and absorbed were melted and absorbed. The empty shells could not support the heavy bones and collapsed on the ground with a bang.
Clothes, boots and tattered protective clothing also fell down. A watch rolled and fell next to An Yinong. Everything was silent.
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