Puff.

The radiant silk threads suddenly rushed out of the body of the chariot in the closed treatment room. They tore the old man's medical suits to pieces and began to wrap around them. The medical staff and the observers who found this were shocked and shouted in shock. The former began to prepare biochemical suits and prepare to go in and observe why the abnormal situation was, while the latter began to dial the numbers in the communication array and quickly notify the upper layer.

"This is...a silk thread of flesh and energy mixed? It wraps the chariot!"

"Life activity is greatly improved. Oh my god, isn't this a disease, it's really evolution?!"

"Quick, notify the elders!"

Soon, including the members of the original chariot team who had been isolated, many acquaintances of the chariot came to the chariot that had turned into cocoons, biting their lips. In recent days, the iron wall, which was a little dizzy in the past few days, stretching out her hand to touch the cocoon of energy that looked radiant and holy, but seemed to be afraid of disturbing the chariot's "evolution", so she shrank her hand back.

"Come on, Captain, if this is an evolution, you must hold on!"

The woman secretly encouraged the chariot and clenched her fists, her eyes full of tension and expectation.

However, no one noticed that invisible threads were spreading in the atmosphere, just like the tentacles of a hunting, staring at them.

Sublimation requires energy.

Perhaps, individuals with special qualifications do not need extra energy. With their excellent adaptability, they can complete the transformation and become a brand new super life juvenile... But most lives, life without special extraordinary qualifications, need extremely huge energy to completely change the essence of their life.

The most primitive way for organisms to obtain energy is to eat. If they cannot absorb enough energy within a certain period of time, even if they evolve, they will be swallowed by the violent self and turned into a dead bone that does not even exist in the soul.

As for the source of food... aren't these in front of you? Some individuals who are also evolving like themselves... have all been swallowed up, and they do not need companions.

The sharp and transparent silk tentacles filled with decomposition fluid rushed out quickly and shot towards the individual closest to the cocoon, that is, the woman in white who was praying with her eyes closed. Even if the other party's name is "Iron Wall", the person who can generate an extraordinary shield that can withstand all attacks. As long as she is not prepared and does not use her ability, she will definitely die in this moment.

No one has time to react, and no one will be so alert. Even if they are a little confused and incomprehensible, no individual who will arrive here as soon as possible will feel dark hostility.

So, the thread penetrated the shoulders of the iron wall.

And then...that's it.

The stagnant stands here.

"Team...captain?!"

I couldn't feel the pain, and I could only see a silk thread emitting silver light linked to my body from the cocoon. But even so, Tiebi did not care about him at the first time, but exclaimed and worried about the old man's change: "What's wrong with you?! This silver thread..."

But soon, the iron wall and other alert people discovered that the silver light was not the light emitted by the giant cocoon itself... but another kind of light that overflowed from somewhere inside the cocoon.

That was a hand.

A mediocre 'glove'.

Inside the cocoon.

The hazy chariot suddenly woke up. He held his right hand tightly, and there was a glove inlaid with silver gems.

Before the God of Steel left, the gloves named "Inheritance" left for all the superpowers in this world.

Above the gloves, the silver gem released light, and from afar, the giant god who noticed something was conveying information, began to fight against the source of all the plagues in another way, inhibiting the extreme biologicalization he held, and interrupting the process called "Death of New Life".

And this conflict awakened the original self-will of the chariot.

Inside the cocoon, the originally dim gaze of the old man suddenly became bright.

"Ahhhh... are those really my thoughts?!"

From his own perspective and heart, to experience his own changes and his indifference, the old man trembled and examined his own changes, and to face all gentleness and kindness in his impatient and indifferent form, he felt his ruthlessness, and the unnecessary despise of all feelings between people in his heart... His fear was not fear of change, but his fear that his heart was so fragile, so easily distorted, and regarded as his own thoughts.

The silver silk thread slowly pulled out, causing a string of blood to emerge from the shoulders of the iron wall. Several capable people rushed forward immediately and used their atmospheric abilities to isolate the air interaction between the chariot and the others in the room. Among them, the iron wall attacked by the chariot was also vaguely isolated. You could hear the sound of calling the soul puppet and calling the attacker. Faced with the obviously changed chariot, everyone was alert.

At this moment, the cocoon, which emitted silver light, slowly began to move, which immediately sparked a louder discussion. Several medical personnel and observers began to argue fiercely whether they needed to continue treatment or to annihilate them on the spot. However, before the two sides could argue with an answer, the silver cocoon began to slowly separate and open, revealing the real situation inside the cocoon.

"vomit……"

"This, what is this?!"

"Uh... Uh... this..."

It can be seen that in the seemingly holy cocoon, what appeared was the body of the chariot that had dissolved from the chest and abdomen and had been dissolved halfway. The wrinkled and scarred body of the old man was gradually becoming shriveled, and in the dissolved part, new flesh and blood were nurturing, and greedily devoured the old man's nausea and turned it into his own nutrition.

However, the old man's body and his own superpowers cannot complete this transformation, so it wants to swallow and swallow more... It feels that it can succeed. Compared with most other similar species who cannot succeed even by absorbing nutrients, it feels lucky enough that it is the one chosen by nature, with a chance of one in a hundred billion. It can successfully evolve and become an unprecedented powerful individual!

However, it heard it, and it made a tired and determined voice.

"Kill me."

The old man said this, and the chariot's face was full of calm: "Hurry, kill me, or you will die."

He used to be entangled, but now he is calm. He used to be shaken, but now he is determined. The old man's tone was irresistible and orderly: "I have been eroded, and now I am just temporarily awake. If I don't kill me now, I..."

Puff.

The wriggling fresh flesh suddenly jumped up suddenly and swallowed up part of the old man's flesh and blood, but this could not stop the chariot from speaking. He just paused a little and then looked around with regret and sad eyes. He saw his former team members, who were rushing forward to attack the fresh flesh and blood iron wall with fear and worry. He could hear the sound of a wheelchair in the distance, which was another old friend coming quickly.

He wanted to say goodbye, but time was not enough. The message sent by the God of Steel from a distance could only tell him part of the truth, which made him temporarily awake... In short, this was probably the moment when the chariot was the one who was the chariot, so he wanted to die as his own identity.

"I am an exception. I have not infected other individuals yet. Extreme viruses are selfish viruses. They will only be infected on a large scale if the first boarder does not meet the requirements. With only a little chance of successful evolution, it will not allow other evolved individuals to be produced. Therefore, don't isolate those who are afraid of being sick after being hit by the rain. Absolutely, don't be afraid of your brothers and sisters, and absolutely confrontation. Don't separate us from individuals again and turn them back into beasts."

The old man forcibly suppressed his instinctive defense idea. He withdrew the instinctive self-defense of the super living body bit by bit, turned off the magic shield, closed the etheric position, turned off his speeding regeneration, closed the protection of the six elements, the chariot smiled peacefully, and he looked at the iron wall in front of him lovingly, revealing his undefensive and evolving body in front of everyone.

"Is superpowers and extraordinary powers... not a plague that brings benefits, self-infection and self-replication? Thousands of years ago, the steel fragments of the Siberian world fell, turning our ancestors into superhumans, and causing them to suffer from a disease called "different". They and us both consider themselves superpowers, not Siberians, so their ancestors were isolated from the Siberians and became self-first beasts."

Facing the superpower who had begun to accumulate abilities and was ready to attack, the old man was not afraid of death. He was no longer afraid of death. Similarly, he was no longer afraid of hunger, no longer afraid of everything that he was afraid of instinct. Now, he finally understood the true meaning of wisdom. It was not a tool to satisfy the **, but a tool to defeat and control the **, which was the difference between being born as a human, not a beast!

And at this moment, he finally understood everything that had encountered in the former Siberian civilization.

When a plague called superpower spreads on ordinary continents, and when there are more and more self-righteous beasts, the wise civilization collapses.

We...we took two reincarnations to smooth out the pain... sacrificed the former Siberian civilization and killed all the beasts' abilities, and the tombstone of Fatlorvi is there... He is watching us, so we must not, absolutely cannot become beasts that are worse than those tyrants!

"Compared with the continuation of bloodline, what is more important is the continuation of spirit!"

"Compared to living in a daze, I would rather die clearly!"

At this moment, the commander of the legion who finally arrived, an old man sitting in a wheelchair, came to the door of the ward. He heard everything the chariot said before. The man fought with the chariot for many years, faced the siege of the soul puppet together, and wanted to shed tears in his withered tear bag, but there was no tears in his withered tear bag, so he could only hear the government senior management who rushed to the fastest, in a dry but decisive voice, in a deep voice: "Attack!"

"Let the chariot rest in peace and do not leave any traces and completely destroy him!"

The person who was able to attack was roaring with the order, whether it was fear or sadness, pouring the accumulated flames and thunder on the once glorious cocoon, and could hear the sound of the flames burning flesh and blood... The incomparable pain invaded the old man's biological instinct, but he still forcibly turned off all physical instinct defensive skills, so that these thunder and flames that could only be considered food for him, destroying himself bit by bit.

In the flames, the chariot was no longer visible or heard. His eyes were burned and his eardrums no longer existed. So he could not see the painful expression of the Legion Commander folding wrinkles, nor could he hear the sad call of other backs and friends. At the last moment, the old man was very calm. He just smiled and used the vocal cords that had not been burned yet and could still make sounds, intermittently speaking, saying the last few passages.

"Trust, cooperate, share, and resist disasters and enemies together... with courage and hope, staring ahead and at altitude, even if we lose our lives, we must not forget these principles."

"This is what I dream of... civilization belonging to the Siberians!"

...

A world of stars.

Joshua, who had arrived at the front line, suddenly sighed.

[Question: Why is the outside world sighing, Radcliffe, the situation outside is very critical?]

"No...just, witnessing the end of a life and the transmission of a spirit."

He said lightly, and the warrior narrowed his eyes and looked at the dark stars in the distance: "Maybe, this is the difference...** and wisdom, beasts and civilization."

"And it is not chaos, but the difference between chaos and order."
Chapter completed!