216. Chapter 216 The Tool Wing Tribe’s Jedi Counterattack

Author: Shujiao

The survivors riding on the backs of the Wing Clan cheered.

This is the real world continent.

In the past, those mushroom forests could only be regarded as temporary sampans. Life was very fragile and would wither and collapse if not careful.

Not safe at all.

But this king fungus is different. It is completely connected to the earth's veins. Even if the whole world turns into a sea of ​​corrosion, they will still be the strongest land.

The most important thing is that they have now restarted the Wing Clan and entered a new era of flight.

Even if they are surrounded by a sea of ​​corrosion, there will be no hindrance to them.

Those umbrella-shaped mushroom caps surround the giant fungus rod layer by layer.

Judging from the flashing fluorescence above, someone has already settled on it.

So these wing tribes flying in the air landed on these umbrella canopies one after another according to a certain order.

Just one umbrella cover is equivalent to dozens of times the area of ​​the original bacterial body, and it is not a problem for tens of thousands of people to survive on it.

Moreover, each household has an independent courtyard and a place to park the Wing Clan's aircraft, which is simply wonderful.

Just when people jumped off the broad backs of the Wing Clan one after another, and the man was extremely proud to arrange for others to start laying out their new home, a sudden change occurred.

The Wing Clan, who had always been very obedient, suddenly attacked the men while they were temporarily unmuzzled and feeding them.

With one mouthful, he bit off the man's upper body, leaving only his plump abdomen and four slender legs kicking out.

The change came so suddenly that everyone was caught off guard.

However, although the Wing Clan's attack was very rapid, the man still relied on biological instinct and released the idea of ​​"punishment" at the last moment.

As a result, the ring worn on the tentacles above the Wing Clan's head was radiating light, continuously releasing crackling arcs of electricity.

The Wing Clan screamed in pain, and its huge body rolled crazily on the ground.

Many surrounding survivors who had not fully returned to God were crushed and trampled on, and countless body fluids and damaged limbs were scattered on this undeveloped land.

The Wing Clan wailed for a long time and finally lay on the ground motionless.

If you cut their heads open at this time, you will find that the inside has become a puddle of pulp.

The ring on the top of the Wing Clan's head is the honey-like Clan that is dozens or even a hundred times smaller than them. It is the real trump card for taming them.

When these winged tribesmen are just born, they are put on them and then tamed over and over again until they completely obey their master's orders.

This domestication process has begun since the honey-like tribe gradually became the ruling intelligence of the world tens of thousands of years ago.

Now, the honey-like tribe has a very complete and mature domestication system, and this system is also part of their civilization.

In all the previous struggles between the Wing Tribe and the Honey Tribe, there has never been such a serious backlash.

Because fear of pain and greed for life are instincts rooted in the genes of all living things.

Now, this wing tribe even wants to eat its owner even if it means being electrocuted to death. It really subverts people's perception.

At least, in the consistent knowledge, the Wing Clan has been enslaved since childhood, or is accustomed to being enslaved, and there has never been any sign that these obedient tools have betrayed their masters. Why did they suddenly launch a campaign after they arrived at their new home?

Attacked?

...Then, people discovered that this battle between the enslaved tool and the master was premeditated and was on a grand scale.

At this moment, on this majestic king fungus, countless scenes of wing tribes turning back to bite their masters were staged.

They do not hesitate to be electrocuted to death, but they also attack their masters.

The survivors who should have been celebrating are now plunged into a more desperate reality.

They are betrayed by the very tools they raise.

They were isolated on this king's fungus.

And this is not the most desperate thing.

Although many Wing Tribes were killed by their masters at the last moment due to backlash, some of them still survived by eating them before their masters released their killing thoughts.

They flapped their wings and flew into the air, hovering and neighing.

Then he banged his head crazily, breaking the tentacles and removing the control ring on them.

Without their tentacles, their bodies would fall into chaos and extreme weakness.

If there is no accident, they will die slowly.

This is why in the past they could break away from the control loop by breaking their tentacles, but no one did this.

Because once they hit, they will be discovered by the owner, and then punished.

A small green ball that looked like a water droplet fell to their mouths. On the verge of death, they subconsciously opened their mouths, stretched out a straw-like mouthpart from their mouths, and quickly absorbed the green solution in front of them.

They gradually recovered, then fluttered their wings and flew into the air to pounce on those dirty, ugly, vicious and cunning bed bugs!

A crazy massacre began.

These survivors, who had just cowered in front of the untouchables who had corroded along with the Mushroom Forest, were now screaming in terror and struggling desperately.

If they had known that they would end up like this soon after they blew the whistle, would they have done something so cruel to the same kind of people? Would they have been so rampant?

There is no regret pill to take.

In this tragic fight, a small number of honey-like tribes still survived, and they formed self-rescue teams.

While competing against the lowly wing clan who betrayed their masters without any spirit of contract, they struggled to survive in the harsh corrosive sea.

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[Purification]: Primary, 96%

Miajiu looked at the purification function again, and there were still four points left before it could be upgraded.

After intermediate purification, you can directly purify these corrosive slimes.

Miajiu looked at the large area of ​​strong mushrooms around her. If she calculated it using her own measurements, her territory would be tens of thousands of miles away.

Not sure if it was her imagination, but she found that the giant mushrooms around her exuded a different aura than before.

Now when she sits cross-legged and practices, the source energy entering her body seems to be more able to mobilize the activity of the stars in her Dantian, making her become more vital.

The most intuitive benefit is that she can control energy more freely, and the destructive power released by the same unit of energy is stronger than before.

During this period of time, Mi Ajiu felt not only the sense of accomplishment of occupying such a large chassis.

She also harvested nearly one space cell of purified "powder", edible spore powder.

She once experimented a little and found that it could be mixed with water like sesame paste, or fried into pancakes or eaten steamed. The taste... has a unique fragrance.

It’s just that no matter what style it is made into, it will always be green, just get used to it.
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