Soul of Burning Steel

Pouch.

Shining silk threads abruptly protruded from the tank in the enclosed treatment room. They tore the old man’s medical suit and began to wrap around him. The medical staff and observers who discovered this were shocked at the same time. Phew, the former began to prepare biochemical suits, ready to go in to observe what the abnormal situation was, while the latter began to dial the numbers in the communication circle and hurriedly notify the upper level.

"This is... a silk thread made from a mixture of flesh and blood? It envelops the chariot!"

"Life activity is greatly improving, my God, isn't this a disease, it's really evolution?!"

"Quickly, notify the veteran!"

Soon, many acquaintances of the tank, including the members of the original tank team who had been quarantined, came to the chariot that had been turned into a cocoon, biting their lips, and the iron wall stretched out with their heads a little dizzy in the past few days. She shot, trying to touch this seemingly radiant and holy energy cocoon, but seemed to be afraid of disturbing the'evolution' of the chariot, so she retracted her hand.

"Come on, Captain, if this is an evolution, then it must survive!"

The woman who secretly cheered for the chariot and clenched her fists, her eyes were full of tension and expectation.

However, everyone did not notice that the invisible silk threads were spreading in the atmosphere, just like the tentacles of a safari, hungry and hungry, aiming at them.

Sublimation requires energy.

Perhaps, individuals with special qualifications do not need extra energy and rely on their excellent adaptability to complete the transformation and become new super-life juveniles... But most of the lives are lives without special extraordinary qualifications. , To completely change the nature of your life, you need an extremely large amount of energy.

The most primitive way for living beings to obtain energy is to eat. If it is not possible to absorb enough energy within a certain period of time, even if the evolution is completed, it will be swallowed up by the violent self and turned into bones that do not even exist in the soul.

As for the source of food...Isn't these just right now? Among them, there are some individuals who are evolving as well...all are swallowed, it doesn't need a companion.

The sharp and transparent silk tentacles filled with decomposing liquid rushed out quickly, lasing towards the individual closest to the cocoon, that is, the woman in white clothes who was closing her eyes and praying, even if the opponent was named'Iron Wall', A person with the ability to generate an extraordinary shield that can withstand all attacks, as long as she has no defense and no ability to use, she will definitely die at this moment.

No one had time to react, and no one would be so wary. Faced with old partners, seniors, and old friends, even if there are some doubts and incomprehensions, there is no individual who will rush here in the first time. Dark hostility grows in the heart.

Therefore, the silk thread runs through the shoulders of the iron wall.

Then...that's it.

Frozen here.

"Team... Captain?!"

I can't feel the pain, I can only see a silk thread radiating silver brilliance linked to my body from the cocoon, but even so, Tiebi didn't care about himself for the first time, but was surprised by the old man's abnormal changes. Anxious: "What's wrong with you?! This silver thread..."

But soon, Tiebi and other guards discovered that the silver brilliance was not the light emitted by the giant cocoon itself... but another kind of brilliance that spilled from somewhere in the cocoon.

That is a hand.

A plain ‘glove’.

Inside the cocoon.

The hazy chariot suddenly woke up, and he clenched his right hand, where there was a glove, a glove studded with silver gems.

Before the God of Steel left, he left behind for all the super powers in this world, the glove named'Inheritance'.

On the glove, the silver gem released light. Far away, the giant who sensed something transmitted the message, began to wrestle with the source of all the plagues in another way, inhibiting the limit of biologicalization that it held, and interrupting the name. It is the process of'death of new life'.

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

Inside the cocoon, the old man's dim eyes suddenly brightened.

"Ahhh... those, are they really my thoughts?!"

From his own perspective, his own heart, to experience his own changes, his own indifference, the old man shuddered to examine his own changes, and realized that he was impatient and indifferent, facing all the gentleness and kindness, he felt himself His heart is ruthless, and he despises all the feelings between people and is unnecessary... His fear is not fear of change, but fear that his heart is so fragile that it can be distorted so easily and regarded as It's my own thoughts.

The silver thread was slowly drawn out, causing a bunch of blood to burst out of the shoulders of the iron wall. Several capable people immediately rushed forward, using their atmospheric abilities to isolate the air interaction between the chariot and other people in the room. The iron wall that was attacked by the chariot was also vaguely isolated, and the voices of calling the soul puppet and the attacker could be heard. Faced with the obviously changed chariot, everyone increased their guard.

And at this moment, the silvery cocoon slowly began to move, which immediately aroused a louder discussion. Several medical professionals and observers began to fiercely quarrel about whether they need to continue treatment or annihilate it on the spot. But before the two parties could quarrel with an answer, the silver cocoon slowly separated and opened, revealing the real situation inside the cocoon.

"vomit……"

"This, what is this?!"

"Uh...well. This..."

It can be seen that in the seemingly holy cocoon, what appeared was the body of the chariot that began to dissolve from the chest and abdomen, and had already dissolved in half. The wrinkled and scarred body of the old man was gradually becoming shriveled. , And in the part that has been dissolved, there is new flesh and blood that is gestating, and greedily swallows the old man’s sex, turning it into his own nourishment.

However, the old man’s body and its own superpowers cannot complete this conversion, so it wants to swallow, to swallow more... It feels that it can succeed, and most of the other people cannot succeed even if it absorbs nutrients. Compared with its peers, it feels that it is lucky enough to be the one chosen by the heavens. With a chance of one in a hundred billion, it can successfully evolve and become an unprecedentedly powerful individual!

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

"kill me."

The old man said so, the face of the chariot was calm: "Hurry up, kill me, or you will die."

He was entangled, but now he is calm. He was shaken, but now he is determined. The old man's tone is with an irresistible command tone: "I have been corroded, and now I am only temporarily awake. Don't kill me now, I..."

Pouch.

The squirming new flesh and blood suddenly jumped and swallowed part of the old man's flesh and blood, but this did not stop the chariot from speaking. He just gave a slight tone, then looked around with regretful eyes with a little parting and sadness. He saw his former team member, who was panicking and worrying, and wanted to rush forward to attack the iron wall of new flesh and blood. He could hear the sound of a wheelchair in the distance. It was another old fellow who was rushing over.

He wants to say goodbye, but time is running out. The message from the God of Steel from far away can only tell him part of the truth and make him temporarily sober... In short, this is probably the person of the chariot, and finally the chariot. The moment has come, so he wants to die in his own capacity.

"I am a special case. I have not yet infected other individuals. The extreme virus is a selfish virus. It will only spread on a large scale when the first host does not meet the requirements. There is only a little chance of successful evolution, and it will not. Other evolutionary individuals will be allowed to emerge. So, don’t isolate those who might just get sick from the rain. Absolutely, never fear your brothers and sisters, and absolutely never separate our individual from the individual again and change it back. Beast."

The old man forcibly suppressed his instinctive defense thoughts. He withdrew the instinctive self-defense of the super life form bit by bit, closed the magic shield, closed the etheric position, he closed his own speeding regeneration, and closed the six elements. Asylum, the chariot smiled peacefully, and he looked lovingly at the iron wall with tears in front of him, exposing his defenseless, evolving body in front of everyone.

"Superpowers and extraordinary powers, isn't it... a kind of plague with benefits, self-infecting and self-replicating? Thousands of years ago, the steel fragments of the world of Siboa fell, turning our ancestors into Superman also caused them to suffer from a disease called “different.” They and we both consider themselves superpowers, not Siboyans, so the ancestors are separated from the Siboyans and become self-supreme beasts. ."

Facing the super-powered person who has begun to accumulate abilities and is ready to attack, the old man is not afraid of anymore. He is no longer afraid of death. Similarly, he is no longer afraid of hunger, and is no longer afraid of everything that instinct fears. Now, he finally understands wisdom. The essence of life, that is not a tool for satisfying sex, but a tool for overcoming and controlling sex. That is the difference between being born as a human being, not a beast!

And at this moment, he finally understood what happened to the former Siberian civilization.

When the plague called superpower spreads on the ordinary continent, when the pretentious beasts become more numerous, the civilization of wisdom will collapse.

We... we spent two reincarnations of time before we smoothed the pain... Sacrificed the former Siberian civilization, strangled all the capable people of the beasts, and the tombstone of Fatlolvi was there... he was there Watching us, so we absolutely cannot, absolutely cannot become a beast that is inferior to that tyrant!

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

"Compared to living in a muddle-headed manner, I would rather die clearly!"

At this moment, the legion commander who finally arrived, an old man in a wheelchair, came to the door of the ward. He heard everything that the chariot had said before. This man fought with the chariot for many years and met together. The siege of the soul puppet, the old man who faced the barren land wanted to cry, but there were no tears in his withered tear sac, so I could only hear that this high-level government who arrived at the fastest speed, withered but absolutely. The voice, Shen Sheng ordered: "Attack!"

"Let the chariot rest in peace, don't leave a trace and completely wipe him out!"

The capable person who received the order and could finally attack roared, whether it was fear or sadness, pouring the accumulated flames and thunder on the once glorious cocoon. He could hear the sound of flames burning flesh and blood... incomparable pain Invading the old man's biological instincts, but he still forcibly shut down all physical instincts' defense skills, making these thunder and flames, which were originally food for him, annihilated himself bit by bit.

In the flames, the chariot can no longer be seen or heard, his eyes have been burned, and the eardrums are no longer there, so he can't see the painful expression of the legionnaire stacking up the wrinkles, nor can he hear other backs and friends. Called sadly. At the last moment, the old man was very calm. He just smiled and said the last few paragraphs intermittently with the vocal cords that hadn't burnt ~www.novelmtl.com~ but could still make a sound.

"Trust, cooperate, share, and jointly resist disasters and enemies... With courage and hope, looking at the front and the high sky, even if we lose our lives, we must not forget these principles."

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

...

The world of stars.

Joshua's body, who had already rushed to the front, sighed suddenly.

[Inquiry: Why sigh, Radcliffe, the situation outside is critical? 】

"No... It's just that I witnessed the end of a life and the transmission of a spirit."

Said faintly, the soldier squinted his eyes and looked at the dark stars in the distance: "Perhaps, this is the difference...** and wisdom, beasts and civilization."

"And not chaos, but the difference between chaos and order."