Compared to the Mediocre Tumbled Frog King's three-meter-tall body, the Situ Mo body Grimm had transformed into seemed so insignificant in front of the secret research base.
One tall and one short, one big and one small, the contrast was stark.
"Hehehehehe, hahahahaha..."
The Mediocre King laughed heartily. Suddenly, from between the flesh of his palms, a stone that emanated a misty and ethereal aura appeared. He lifted it up by an invisible force between his hands, as if he was absorbing the violent and violent energy within it. At the same time, the Chaos Mist from all over Base A began to gather towards him, and was absorbed into the Mediocre King's body!
"Posthumans, your ancestors ruled this world all the way until the end of the Chaos Era, when all living things started anew. As for me, I was one of the first batch of creatures to be baptized during the cataclysm, truly completing the Chaos evolution. Hehehehe, remember that time, your ancestors died in large numbers during the Chaos Era, and the Posthumans who barely managed to adapt to the laws of Chaos called me... a Super Posthuman! "
The Mediocre King's body continued to expand, reaching a height of four meters as he stood in the middle of the metal passageway.
Two depressions had appeared on the metal floor of the secret base, with webbed footprints clearly imprinted on it.
Wisps of chaotic mist flowed into the wounds on the Mediocre King's body. These wounds were healing at an incredible speed, and the creature's body continued to rise.
At the same time, the Chaos Gem had clearly become much fainter due to the consumption.
"Since the beginning of the Chaos Era, I've only used this precious Chaos Gem twice. Now, I'll use it for the third time to completely end the Spiritfolk Civilization, and truly open up the next civilization opportunity of this world. Hahahaha!"
Bam!
The metal beneath the Mediocre Warped Frog King's feet suddenly began to warp and spread outwards. His streamlined and robust body shot out like a frog, leaving only an afterimage behind. The tyrannical force of his charge emitted a terrifying power as he charged forward with an indomitable momentum towards the posthuman who had given him boundless pressure.
Closer, closer, right in front of his eyes. The Mediocre King clenched his fists tightly under his slimy skin, as if he was tearing an endless amount of power apart.
Bam!
Suddenly, the Posthuman who was looking at him with a deep and indifferent expression, casually slapped his own fist as if he was swatting a fly. An incredible force rippled from his fingertips to his arms, then to his torso, toes, and the space behind him.
"Impossible..."
The final consciousness of the Mediocre King of the Tumbled Frog.
The sky was covered in blood. The Mediocre King of the Tumour Frog was torn and twisted into pieces by the crushing energy ripples. Outside the Psionic Spacetime Exploration Machine, a large area of the metal protective wall let out creaking noises as the energy shockwaves distorted a large area of ripples.
Clang clang clang …
The Chaos Gems collided with the metal passageway, emitting a crisp sound as they rolled far away.
With an indifferent expression, Grimm strode across the ground that was stained with the Medial King's blood. Bending down, he picked up the Chaos Gem and carefully observed it.
"Chaosworld? What kind of world is it? "
Without making a sound, Grimm kept the Chaos Stone. The group of posthumans in the passageway who had become Grimm's soul slaves all knelt on the ground. They were not too surprised by the fact that their master had killed the Mediocre Warped Frog King with a single blow. It was as if everything was only natural.
Among them, Wang Sai, the Grade-A evolved human and the nominal ruler of this base, could not help but ask, "Those Tumour Frogmen are still fighting outside. Without the command of this Mediocre King, I'm afraid they will fight until the very last moment of their lives. I wonder …"
Boom boom boom boom!
Before Wang Sai could finish his sentence, the entire underground base suddenly began to shake. Many of the posthumans were extremely shocked as they swayed left and right.
An earthquake?
Huh!?
Even Grimm, who was originally calm and collected, could not help but have a slight change in his expression at this moment. His eyes kept looking in all directions, and at the same time, he touched the metal wall with one arm, quietly sensing something.
Hum …
Creak!
"What is this?"
Under the twisted metal floor, it seemed as if something was about to break out of its cocoon. Many of the posthumans avoided it in fear. Grimm's expression changed as he suddenly thought of something.
"This Chaos Mist actually attracted that big guy here, and its roots have actually spread all the way here!?"
It was hard to believe. Even if Grimm flew at full speed from Base A to the vicinity of CF-2, it would still take him more than two days. And yet, the roots of this Devil Locust Vine had actually spread all the way here.
And this was only the size it had after leaving the Chaosworld and its power had been continuously reduced?
Then how did it come to this world in the first place? Could it be that when it came here, it was only a seed?
Bam!
A section of the tree root broke through the thick metal floor and squeezed out from within. Like a hungry traveler, the tree root desperately swallowed the large amount of Chaos Mist that had been attracted by the Mediocre King Chaos Stone of the Tummy Frog.
The act of these tree roots swallowing the Chaos Mist was obviously spontaneous. The Devil Locust Vine was too big. With such a large body, it could only grasp the rules and not every single detail of its body.
In the entire Base A, perhaps only Grimm could make the Devil Locust Vine sense its presence through his own power.
To the Devil Locust Vine, other living beings and energy were simply too insignificant.
Many of the posthumans were terrified by the Devil Locust Vine's tree roots that could easily break through the thick metal layer of the secret base and spread through the layers of the foundation to absorb the Chaos Mist.
Meanwhile, after Grimm's eyelids kept twitching, he turned around and opened the door of the Psionic Spacetime Exploration Machine Laboratory, which had the tightest security in the entire secret base. He faced the evolved researchers inside and asked in a low voice, "What's the situation here?"
Creak …
Just as Grimm was asking the question, a section of the Devil Locust Vine's tree root easily drilled through the metal layer that was more than half a meter thick and extended inside. It instinctively and greedily absorbed the Chaos Mist, growing at an unbelievable rate. A few exquisite psionic instruments were destroyed in the process of growing.
"This is bad. The energy circuit of the Psionic Spacetime Exploration Machine has been damaged! Quick, team three, connect it immediately! "
"Detector number two has been damaged. Calculation data has been lost. Activate the backup device immediately and connect it with number one!"
"The condenser pipe of the energy boiler has been broken. The temperature of the boiler is rising rapidly. Artificial condensing is needed immediately. Quick, quick, quick …"
The base was in a state of chaos as the rescue efforts continued.
Even with the strength of this avatar that Grimm had descended upon, he could not help but feel exceptionally insignificant in the face of these Devil Locust Vine roots that seemed to be following the rules of nature. There was no way he could match them.
Perhaps Grimm could destroy these roots, but if he did so, he would probably immediately attract the other party's consciousness.
This avatar that had successfully descended would probably be destroyed in the blink of an eye.
A long while later.
As the Devil Locust Tree Vines continued to absorb the Chaos Mist, the density of the Chaos Mist in the underground base began to visibly decrease. The tree vines also gradually lost their vitality, no longer spreading and growing. Just like that, they dug deep into the underground base.
Under the continuous command of the psionic scientists, the posthumans used manpower to rescue the Spacetime Exploration Machine. They maintained the normal operation and bypassed the damaged areas where the Devil Locust Vine roots had spread over.
A few hours later.
Finally, the Spacetime Exploration Machine stabilized. The posthumans that had been rushing about could not help but sit on the ground and gasp for breath. They did not even have time to care about the large number of posthumans that were sacrificed outside.
"Design a plan immediately. Transfer the Spacetime Exploration Machine out of Base A!"
Grimm issued an order to the posthumans beside him with a gloomy face. He strode out of the underground base and looked at the Tumor Frogmen that were attacking in all directions. They were fighting, entangling, and launching sneak attacks against the posthumans.
There were only five months left until the next weakening cycle of the Spacetime Exploration Machine. There must not be any mishaps!
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