Seventeen hours before the Steam Corpse Kun invaded the Black Earth Continent...
"The steam corpse Kun was found. Its location is in the southwest sea of the Black Earth Continent. Its flight speed is 23.5 knots. It is expected to pass through areas 27, 15, zero, three, and thirty-nine..."
The cold voice echoed in the dark underground space, and little green lights danced among the complicated pipelines.
"Chen Xing's survival rate is zero..."
"Steam Corpse Kun foraging correction parameter parameter zero point zero zero ninety-seven, snowstorm correction parameter zero point zero zero zero thirty one, earthquake correction parameter zero point zero zero zero one eighty five, tsunami correction parameter..."
"Chen Xing's survival rate is zero..."
"Limited intervention, rationality, 85%, exposure probability, 1.5%..."
"Decision to intervene, requesting support from the United Kingdom of Gratamu Tribes..."
A few hours later, in the Ivory City Global Data Security Monitoring Center, a young apprentice wearing glasses grabbed a report and hurried into the office of the senior scholar on duty.
"Teacher, there's a situation!" the young apprentice said hurriedly.
The old man with a gray beard was swinging the glassware on his desk. Facing the anxious young apprentice, the old man waved his hand without raising his head, indicating to the other party to wait.
An alcohol lamp is burning under the glass vessel, and the steam flows in the glass pipe, enters the container filled with coffee beans, and finally turns into a drop of rich coffee, dripping into the white porcelain cup.
"Young people, we as academics should not be in a hurry. Even if it is a big matter, we have to talk slowly..."
The old man spoke slowly, added a cube of sugar to the cup, stirred it carefully with a small silver spoon, and then took a sip.
"Thank you for the reminder, mentor." The young scholar nodded and saluted, then put down the report and said, "The thing is like this. Two and a half hours ago, Nova sent a request for support to the United Kingdom of Gratamu Tribe. The reason was that a steam corpse Kun Entering the Black Death Continent to look for food. We repeatedly checked the data and found that the movement route of this zombie Kun did not pose a threat to any security..."
The old man frowned slightly, leaned forward, and opened the report on the table.
"Taking a step back, even if it poses a threat to security, it can only be reconstructed. There is no need to ask Saudi Arabia for help. In the survival convention, exiles are not citizens and have no right to protection..."
"Just tell me the conclusion." The old man interrupted the apprentice and said.
"Uh..." The young apprentice was choked, paused for a few seconds, and then said again, "We have reason to believe that this is a calculation error or a potential threat..."
"Stop!" The old man interrupted the apprentice again, his tone became sharp, "Don't make random guesses!"
"Isn't the data in the report very clear?" the old man said, patting the table. "Zi Kun will pass through the edge of the Zero Zone. As the guardian of mankind, Nova must nip unforeseen dangers in the cradle."
"But, but..." The young apprentice hesitated, wanting to argue, but hesitating.
"What's the difference between what you're talking about and that group of misers at the World Bank who are full of copper odor?" The old man became more and more angry as he spoke. He picked up the report on the table and threw it at the apprentice. "I've been here for almost ten years and I still can't tell the difference. What is right and what is wrong, what should be doubted and what should not be doubted!"
"Nova is the most precious treasure of mankind, the foundation of the Ivory City, and the core of maintaining the stability of the world. Those bankers suffering from deep persecutory delusions dream of shutting her down and kicking us out of the committee so that the whole world can become Their slaves!”
The old man seemed very angry, his gray beard was trembling, and his eyes were as bulging as flounder.
"I, I was wrong..." The young apprentice said awkwardly with cold sweat on his forehead.
Seeing that the apprentice admitted his mistake, the old man softened his tone, "It is a good thing to dare to explore and seek knowledge and doubt everything. I was like this when I was young..." He picked up the white porcelain cup, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "But you You must understand that some things are not as simple as they appear on the surface. The Treasury Council has always been eyeing us, and every time there is a slight disturbance, it will make a big fuss. Just like the 'Ross incident' the year before last, after a long investigation, it turned out to be censorship Personnel’s decimal point error.”
"Nova has been serving mankind for two hundred years. Although it is possible to make mistakes in terms of astronomical probability, it is very small. We must be cautious and not let our opponents take advantage of it."
"I understand." The young scholar nodded and then bowed, "Thank you for your teaching."
"Go back, don't be reckless in the future." The old man raised his hand and motioned for the apprentice to step back.
At the same time, the three aircraft carrier squadrons of the Gratamu Tribe United Kingdom moved closer to the southwest waters of the Black Death Continent and dispatched the legendary strongman Michael Luoluo, so the scene that Chen Xing saw now happened.
The water mist in the sky is steaming, and the huge body is looming. The locusts flew rapidly, gradually forming a black tornado.
The golden-armored guard on the top of the mountain looked up to the sky and howled, with light wings several meters long growing out of his back. He spun the sickle in his hand and turned into a meteor to kill the insect swarm.
In the blink of an eye, the two torrents collided. The sound of killing shook the sky, broken insect corpses fell like raindrops, and the torn golden armor guards turned into yellow sand, filling the sky. According to the members of the Sand People, Michael Rolo's Golden Army transformed from the sand and became immortal.
Sure enough, the scattered yellow sand gathered back into human form and joined the battle again. The insect swarm was gradually torn open, and thousands of golden armored guards flew into the steam mass.
"Woo..."
The corpse Kun made a shrill roar of steam, and the steam was like boiling water, rolling in all directions.
Chen Xing couldn't help but be a little curious. The corpse Kun was big and bulky. Apart from the locusts parasitizing in his body, he couldn't see any means of attack. Although the migratory locust is powerful, it is only against low-level combat units and is not worth mentioning in front of the strong ones. It cannot support the title of "ancient god" at all.
In the midst of his thoughts, the battle situation in the sky suddenly changed. The steam mass shrinks inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there is a black hole in the middle, sucking in everything around it.
The corpse Kun's huge body appeared, swallowing the sky with its big mouth, sucking in the sun and moon, sucking all the insects and golden armored guards into the body, and disappeared into nothingness.
The wind and sand blew again, and golden-robed wizards holding long jeweled staffs appeared on the top of the mountain. The face is sallow, the eye sockets are hollow, and they are all weathered mummies.
The gem on the head of the staff bloomed with brilliance, and beams of light as thick as a thumb shot at Shikun. A large amount of black smoke came out from the place where it hit, the temperature seemed to be very high, and the burning smell instantly spread across the world.
"Woo..."
Shikun slowly turned his body, and his eyes located in the middle line of his body flickered, as if he was brewing something.
Chen Xing felt a slight sting on his scalp, and immediately realized that something was about to happen, and shouted: "Don't even look at it, go in!"
The next moment, the ground shook and rocks and sand poured down from the top of the mountain.
