Chapter 1393： Creeping disaster (1/2)

Pittman is a very professional druid—even though he also claims to be a professional archaeologist, psychologist, conjurer, fortuneteller, and cook, and because of this series of "self-proclaimed" people know He has a subtle evaluation, but this old man is really a professional druid.

After all, he was a figure who was able to mix with middle-level priests in the Society of the Death of All Things (if you didn't mix life, he might have become a high-level officer), and after running away from the Society of the Death, he could seamlessly run to the Order of the Eternal Sleeper. Being a middle-level person, behind this seemingly unreliable behavior is more than just jumping horizontally from side to side—a person who has no real ability to do this horizontally between two dark sects who speak with strength, try it once?

Rather, with Pittman's style of acting that is more shameless than Amber, his longevity without leaving any life-long disability is already very illustrative.

So the archdruid with real materials, after exclaiming, wandered around the group of biological tissues on the platform two times, and finally confirmed that the "hair" emerging from the flesh and blood is actually a dense root. , And the roots are all wrapped in some kind of nerve nodes. This unique structure made his eyes narrow involuntarily: "It's interesting... where did you find this thing?"

"The front line was dug out in the open area to the east. We found a large number of deformed bodies and biochemical beasts assembled in that area, so we sent a dragon combat team over to eliminate them. After the fight, the dragon commander led the team. I found that there was still a magical reaction underground, so I dug up such a thing," Rebecca immediately explained the origin of this "sample", and did not forget to add, "In addition, I suspect that they slurred when they dug. …"

Pittman nodded suddenly when he heard it: "No wonder, when I came, I saw a black dragon lying on the railing and vomiting out, almost vomiting out..."

The expressions of the researchers next to him became more and more weird, but fortunately this weird topic did not continue. Rebecca quickly focused on the group of biological tissues: "Master, can you see what this is? "

"A large nerve tissue is composed of countless nerve fibers, nutrient channels, and a tough'skin'. There may be more complex supporting structures inside," Pittman said casually. "The'tentacles' on the surface Neural activity still remains, and it should have the function of sending and receiving information-of course, it must not work now. The body is dead, and the remaining neural activity is only the final biochemical reaction of the cell. You said that there are a lot of distortions around this thing. Body and biochemical synthetic beast?"

"Yes, that's a rallying point," an assistant researcher said next to him, "but we didn't catch the dark priest who was in charge of commanding the distortions..."

The main forces of the Wasteland Legion are now concentrated near the Deep Blue Well battlefield. The aberrations encountered on the front lines of the Alliance are basically a group of mobs lacking command, but this does not mean that there is no control behind these aberrations. Aberrations that have completely lost their commands will be directly "wild", and those biochemical beasts will directly disperse. Such a completely out of control unit has no role in blocking the alliance army, so even in this situation, it will be abolished. The units of the Turkmen Legion remaining on the front lines of the alliance also have basic command. Even if this "command" has dropped to the point where it only keeps the monsters gathered together, the command system behind it does exist.

This is not only clear to the commanders of the alliance, the experts and scholars who study wasteland and distortions at the scene also understand that there must be a command node behind the distortion, even if it is reduced to only one, this node must also exist. .

"It's weird to say," Rebecca muttered, touching her chin, "I don't know since when the dark priests will be completely invisible on the battlefield...Although they have always been hiding far from the front line. , But no matter how far away they are, they can’t be completely separated from their army, but they can’t be seen at all during this time..."

"It seems that my guess is true..." Pittman squeezed his thinning beard, and when he looked at the flesh and blood on the platform again, his eyes became obviously serious, "This is what the monsters are now. Command node..."

"...Huh?" Rebecca was shocked. Although she usually has a big brain, she hasn't thought about this idea. "You said this thing... is commanding those distortions and synthetic beasts? This Is…"

"I guess our opponent also learned something in the course of fighting with us... This nerve tissue may be an imitation of the'synthetic brain'," Pittman said slowly. It is homologous, and the synthetic brain is a biological computing unit cultivated by the Thorin giant tree, so everything in the wasteland will eventually die after knowing this kind of thing, and it should be able to imitate something similar-although it seems that they are short of time. Only this kind of rudimentary thing was created, but the flexibility of the idea is not bad..."

"...I think the mastermind of the Earthly Dawn is much better than this thing," Rebecca muttered, frowning, "you think so, mastermind?"

Several monitoring devices on the ceiling of the laboratory are aimed at the biological tissues on the platform, and the neutral voice of the main brain comes from the speech synthesizer: "Thank you for your praise, creator, but I don’t quite understand the aesthetic "Concept, I think that as a tool, it is good to be able to achieve the design purpose and meet the cost and benefit standards..."

"You don't need to be so serious, I'll just say it casually," Rebecca waved her hand, and then returned her gaze to the sample on the platform. She frowned slightly, "But then again... Could it be that all the command nodes on the frontline have changed now? Has it become this... ugly'synthetic brain'? All the dark priests have withdrawn to the vicinity of the Deep Blue Well?"

"...It’s hard to say that our allies on several other fronts have also reported similar situations. They have not seen the dark priest appear on the frontal battlefield recently," a researcher muttered, holding his chin, "but the battlefield We don’t know exactly what the center looks like. We only heard that there are now densely packed with monsters. I hope that the high-altitude reconnaissance team that departs at noon today can..."

Before the researcher's voice fell, he heard a somewhat rapid voice from the shipboard broadcast system: "Attention, the medical team and the aircraft engineering team immediately went to the C-331 take-off and landing platform, repeat, please ask the medical team and the aircraft The engineering team will go to..."

Rebecca was shocked and immediately called the control center of the Earthly Dawn: "Master, what happened?"

"The high-altitude reconnaissance formation was fatally attacked, and only one of the four aircraft returned. The pilot was seriously injured." The main brain's voice was still calm, but the voice was fast, "... the aircraft fire has been controlled and the pilot has not been out of danger. ."