Soul of Burning Steel

Pooh.

Shining threads burst out of the chariot in the closed treatment room one after another. They tore up the old man's hospital clothes and began to wrap around his body. The medical staff and observers who discovered this were shocked at the same time. Huh, the former began to prepare the biochemical suit, ready to go in and observe the reason for the abnormal situation, but the latter began to dial numbers one by one in the communication circle, and hurriedly notified the upper management.

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

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

"Quickly, notify the elders!"

Soon, many acquaintances of the chariot, including the members of the original chariot team who had been quarantined, came to the chariot that had turned into a cocoon, biting their lips. She made a move, wanting to touch this radiant and holy energy cocoon, but seemed to be afraid of disturbing the 'evolution' of the chariot, so she retracted her hand again.

"Come on, Captain, if this is an evolution, then you must make it through!"

Secretly cheering for the chariot in her heart, the woman clenched her fists, her eyes were full of tension and anticipation.

However, no one noticed that invisible threads were spreading in the atmosphere, aiming at them like tentacles of safari, hungry.

——Sublimation requires energy.

Perhaps, individuals with special aptitude do not need extra energy, relying on their excellent adaptability, can complete the transformation of the body and become a brand new super life larva... But the vast majority of life, life without special extraordinary aptitude, To completely change the essence of one's own life requires an extremely large amount of energy.

The most primitive way for organisms to obtain energy is to eat. If it cannot absorb enough energy within a certain period of time, even if the evolution is completed, it will be devoured by the violent body itself, turning into dry bones that do not even have a soul.

As for the source of food... aren't these the ones in front of you? Among them are some superpower individuals who are also evolving like themselves... All of them have been devoured. It doesn't need companions, and it doesn't need an existence similar to itself.

The sharp and transparent silk tentacles full of decomposition liquid rushed out quickly, and shot towards the individual closest to the cocoon, that is, the woman in white who was closing her eyes and praying, even if the other party was named 'Iron Wall', An ability user 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 at this moment.

No one has time to react, and no one will be so alert. Facing old partners, old superiors, and old friends, even if they are a little puzzled and do not understand, but no individual who will rush here in the first time, will Dark hostility grows in the heart.

So, the silk thread runs through the shoulder of the iron wall.

And then... that's it.

Frozen here.

"Team...Captain?!"

He couldn't feel any pain, and he could only see a silk thread exuding silver brilliance linked to his body from the cocoon, but even so, Tie Bi didn't care about himself at the first time, but was surprised by the old man's change. Worried: "What's wrong with you?! This silver thread..."

But soon, Tie Bi and other vigilant people discovered that the silver light was not the light emitted by the giant cocoon itself... but another kind of light overflowing from somewhere inside the cocoon.

That is a hand.

An ordinary 'glove'.

Inside the cocoon.

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

Before the God of Steel left, he left a glove called 'Inheritance' for all superpowers in this world.

On the glove, the silver gemstone released light, and in the distance, the giant god who noticed something was sending a message, and began to wrestle with the source of all the plagues in another way, suppressing the extreme biological transformation of its holder, interrupting the name For the 'death of the newborn' process.

And this conflict awakened the chariot's original self-will.

Inside the cocoon, the old man's gloomy gaze suddenly brightened.

"Ah...those, are those really my thoughts?!"

With his own perspective, his own heart, to experience his own changes, his own indifference, the old man tremblingly examines his own changes, and realizes that he is impatient and indifferent in the face of all gentleness and good intentions. His ruthlessness, the unnecessary disdain for all the feelings between people in his heart... He is afraid, not because he is afraid of change, but because he is afraid that his heart is so fragile, so easily distorted, and regarded as It's my own idea.

The silver thread was pulled out slowly, causing a stream of blood to burst out from Iron Wall's shoulders. Several capable users immediately rushed forward, using their atmospheric ability to isolate the air interaction between the chariot and other people in the room. Among them, The iron wall attacked by the chariot was also vaguely isolated, and the voices of calling soul puppets and attackers could be heard. Facing the obviously mutated chariot, everyone raised their vigilance.

And at this moment, the cocoon exuding silver light slowly began to move, which immediately sparked a louder discussion. Several medical ability users and observers began to quarrel fiercely whether to continue the treatment or annihilate them on the spot. But before the two parties could come up 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... um. This..."

It can be seen that within the seemingly holy cocoon, what appears is the body of the chariot that has begun to dissolve from the chest and abdomen, and has already dissolved half. The old man's wrinkled and scarred body is gradually becoming dry , but in the already dissolved part, there is new flesh and blood being bred, and greedily devouring the old man's flesh, turning it into his own nutrition.

However, the old man's body and his own superpowers cannot complete this conversion, so it wants to devour, to devour more... It feels that it can succeed, and most of the others cannot succeed even after absorbing nutrients. Compared with its peers, it feels that it is lucky enough, that it is the one chosen by heaven, and there is a one in a hundred billion chance that it can successfully evolve and become an unprecedentedly powerful individual!

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

"kill me."

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

He used to struggle, but now he is calm, he used to waver, but now he is determined, the old man's tone is filled with an irresistible command tone: "I have been eroded, and now I am only temporarily sober, don't kill me now, I..."

Pooh.

The squirming new flesh and blood suddenly jumped up and devoured part of the old man's flesh and blood, but this did not stop the chariot from speaking. He just paused for a moment, and then looked around with a parting and sad look in regret. He saw his former team members, who were terrified, worried, and wanted to rush forward to attack the iron wall of the new flesh and blood. He could hear the sound of a wheelchair in the distance, that was another old guy rushing over.

He wants to say goodbye, but time is running out. The message sent by the God of Steel from far away can only tell him a part of the truth, and make him sober temporarily... In short, this is probably the person of Chariot, and in the end as Chariot The moment is up, so he wants to die, in his own right.

"I am a special case. I haven't infected other individuals for the time being. The extreme virus is a selfish virus. It will only infect on a large scale when the first boarder does not meet the requirements. There is only a little possibility of successful evolution. It will allow other evolutionary individuals to be produced. So, don't isolate those of the same kind that may just get wet and sick, absolutely, absolutely don't fear your brothers and sisters, and absolutely never separate us from individual to individual again, and turn back into Beast."

The old man forcibly suppressed his instinctive defense thoughts, he withdrew the super life form's instinctive self-defense bit by bit, turned off the magic shield, turned off the ether stand, he turned off his super-speed regeneration, and turned off the six elements The chariot smiled serenely as he looked lovingly at the iron wall with tears flowing in front of his eyes, revealing his defenseless and evolving body in front of everyone.

"Super power, and extraordinary power, isn't it... a kind of plague with benefits, self-infection, and self-replication? Just like the mitochondria in our cells... Thousands of years ago, the world of Siberia The fragments fell, turning our ancestors into supermen, and also made them suffer from a disease called 'different'. They and we both think that they are superpowers, not Siberians, so the ancestors and The Siberians were cut off and became self-centered beasts."

Facing the power users who had already started accumulating abilities and preparing to attack, the old man didn't have the slightest fear. He was no longer afraid of death. Similarly, he was no longer afraid of hunger, and no longer afraid of everything that instinctively feared—now, he finally Understand the true meaning of wisdom, it is not a tool used to satisfy desires, but a tool to overcome and control desires, that is the difference between being born as a human and not a beast!

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

When the plague called superpower spreads on the ordinary continent, and when self-righteous beasts become more and more numerous, the intelligent civilization will collapse.

——We... It took us two reincarnations to heal the pain... The ability user who sacrificed the pre-Siberian civilization and strangled all the beasts, the tombstone of Fatrolvi is there... He is watching us, so we must not, must not become beasts worse than that tyrant!

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

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

And at this moment, the army commander who finally arrived, an old man in a wheelchair, came to the door of the ward. He heard everything that Chariot had said before. The siege of the soul puppet, the old man facing the barren land wanted to shed tears, but there were no tears in his withered tear sac, so I could only hear that the high-ranking government official who arrived at the fastest speed spoke with dry but determined words. Shen Sheng ordered: "Attack!"

"Let the chariot rest in peace - leave no trace - destroy him completely!"

After receiving the order, the ability user who could finally attack roared, not knowing whether it was fear or sadness, and poured the accumulated flames and thunder on the once glorious cocoon, and could hear the sound of flames burning flesh and blood...the incomparable pain The old man's biological instincts were invading, but he still forcibly turned off all the defensive skills of his physical instincts, allowing these thunder and flames, which were only food for him, to destroy himself bit by bit.

In the flames, the chariot could no longer see or hear, his eyes had been burned, and his eardrums were no longer there, so he could not see the wrinkled expression of the Legion Commander, nor could he hear the other backs and friends. A sad call, at the last moment, the old man was very calm, he just smiled, and spoke the last few paragraphs intermittently with his vocal cords that had not yet been burned out and could vibrate to make a sound.

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

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

...

The world of stars.

Joshua himself, who had already rushed to the front line, sighed suddenly.

[Question: Why are you sighing, Radcliffe, the external situation is critical? 】

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

Said lightly, the soldier narrowed his eyes and looked at the dark stars in the distance: "Perhaps, this is the difference... Desire and wisdom, beast and civilization."

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

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