At this moment, as the sun went out, Shahe's projection in the hall slowly turned around and looked at his colleagues with a faint smile.
"Now, no one doubts my previous inference, right?"
"Your previous inference?" Nakajima's face twitched, and he asked, "Which of the twelve hundred inferences you submitted earlier are you referring to? The one about the man-eating flower cross-species mating? "
"… Be serious, be serious, my friend!" Shahe's expression became serious. "You know which one I'm talking about."
"So, next time, can you be more straightforward and announce in advance when you decide to announce a new discovery?" Niffenheim glanced at this guy and emphasized, "At least, you shouldn't put important inferences in a pile of insignificant things."
"Aren't I just bringing a little surprise to everyone?"
Shahe shrugged.
Anyway, even he himself did not know how many of his 1,200 inferences were correct and reliable. In any case, the man-eating flower cross-species mating was definitely not reliable.
And now, no matter how confused the creator was, he should be able to see the question on the test paper clearly.
This was the theme of the witch's night.
— Survival and survival in the end of the world.
Wasn't the reason why the explorers were given so much time in advance to prepare for the arrival of this moment? If before, it was time to raise an army for a thousand days, now should be the time to go to war.
What kind of life form, what kind of existence, what kind of species, and what kind of social structure could survive in such a bad situation for a long time?
Evolving in the Abyss was to not perish in the Abyss.
So now, destruction was coming.
Who would be the one to continue living?
No one was sure.
It was like locking the Ascendants in a border, then cutting a wedge and sinking the border bit by bit into the bottom of the Abyss. There was nowhere to escape.
How to live longer.
This was the essence of this doomsday evolution theory.
There were no nuclear bombs, no zombies, and even no indescribable monsters. There was only a world that gradually withered and gradually fell into the depths of death.
Everyone who was contained in this iron box would feel a wave of fear and uneasiness.
"Actually, I have a suggestion," Nakajima said.
Qingelte nodded. "I have one too."
Shah shrugged. "I don't care."
Niffenheim was silent for a long time and nodded slightly, "So, all the research groups will give up their independence and start to gather?"
This was the most reliable solution at the moment.
No matter what happens next, let's gather together and work together.
One more dog could guard the door.
"But the problem is …"
Shahe suddenly asked, "Who will be the leader?"
There could be many ways, but it was worth considering which one would be the final one.
Even if they worked together, it was impossible to realize everyone's ideas. Otherwise, no matter how scattered the manpower was, it would be better for everyone to do things their own way.
No one spoke.
Obviously, everyone felt that this person should be him.
Only Niffenheim sneered.
"It doesn't matter who is willing to make the decision."
The old Creator glanced at Shahe, who was trying his best to cause trouble for him. "You speak as if we have any other effective measures now."
Shah's smile remained unchanged, as if he didn't know what Shah was thinking.
She didn't seem like the person who was always causing trouble.
But Niffenheim wasn't wrong, and she knew this better than anyone else.
In the beginning, they could still guide their agents step by step to implement their plans, but now, the bets had been placed.
There was only the principle of making a bet and leaving. How could there be room for tactical micro-manipulation?
Blindly commanding across the entire world and letting the people below advance the battle line by fifty meters … Are you kidding? Isn't this suicide?
Besides, the exploration team below were all elites, and none of them were to be trifled with. They would only be more knowledgeable about crisis countermeasures and measures than scholars like them.
Life wasn't easy to begin with, and if they were to be commanded by the higher-ups, how could they still play?
The moment the transformation from Deification was completed, their work was equivalent to being completed.
The answer had already fallen on the paper.
Now that the paper was collected, could you still say sorry to the examiner, 'I don't think this answer is very appropriate, let me change it … Dream on!'
Now, the main body had become the explorers who were struggling to survive inside.
More than four hundred scholars and other participants added up to more than a thousand people.
These more than a thousand people could almost be equivalent to covering most of the technology mastered by the entire realm. In other words, excluding other safety measures, it could almost be regarded as a pocket version of the realm that was tens of thousands of times smaller.
They could also implement most of the measures that the realm could take in the face of a crisis, and they could ensure perfection on a small scale.
Of course, with the creator behind them, they could get more help, but in this case … the painstaking efforts of the deceased creator would be completely in vain.
"Don't you understand it yet?"
Niffenheim glanced at other colleagues, "This is not a study of the Abyss Theory of Evolution, but an opportunity given to the realm by the predecessor! An exercise to test all countermeasures against the apocalypse! "
Turn the entire Night of the Witch into hell, integrate the elements of destruction, and become the sandbox of the apocalypse …
This was the last gift that the old man left for the realm.
It was a limited but still very precious exercise.
Or rather, a mockery from the former utopia — when destruction comes, can the conservatism that you are so proud of continue to maintain this world?
"To be honest, I'm looking forward to the final outcome."
Niffenheim's fingers tapped on the table as he stared quietly at the big screen.
"It's like the predecessor is looking forward to us …"
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In the darkness, the sleeping Huai Shi seemed to hear a plane flying past in the sky.
He thought it was an illusion, and then another one flew past.
"Hmm?"
The dog head frowned, turned around, raised the aperture behind him, and aimed it at the sky. Then, it suddenly shone a rainbow-colored disco-like searchlight that polluted the mind.
"F * ck! Which bastard turned on the high beam! "
A roar came from the sky, "Turn it off! Turn it off!"
"Who is it!"
Huai Shi raised his head and shouted, "What are you doing flying around?"
"Delivering a letter!"
The dog head sitting on the steam plane pulled down the handle, made a big turn in the air, and roared through the loudspeaker, "Huai Shi? Where is Huai Shi? I've passed by several times, why didn't I see him! "
"You're calling me?"
In the darkness ahead, a huge dog head slowly rose and looked at the plane that flew past like a mosquito. The dog's voice was like thunder, "I'm here?"
Oh my god, it's so big!
The dog head who was flying the plane almost peed in fright. The steam plane accidentally lost control and stalled and fell.
Then, Huai Shi immediately raised the tip of his nail and grabbed it. He lifted it up and placed it in front of an eyeball that was half the size of a football field to carefully examine it.
"You're calling me? What's the matter? "
The dog head climbed out of the plane and tried to lift the searchlight, almost falling off Huai Shi's nail.
Even the special strong searchlight could not see clearly. It could only see his ears from the tip of his nose. This was already a huge scale beyond his imagination.
"I …" He was halfway through swearing when he suddenly realized something. He forcibly swallowed it back into his stomach and squeezed out an awkward smile, "What did you eat to grow so big?"
"Stone. Do you want some? Crunchy?"
Huai Shi pulled out a stone pillar from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. It was as if he was chewing on sugarcane. Amid the crunching sounds, stone chips flew everywhere.
The dog head's eyes twitched wildly, especially when he saw the exposed iron ore in the twisted stone pillar. When Huai Shi closed his teeth and sparks flew, he was so scared that he almost peed himself.
We're all explorers, why are you so good at work?
It was not until Huai Shi finished chewing on the stone pillar and wiped his mouth that he asked, "Why aren't you talking?"
"This … It's a long story …"
"The child doesn't have a mother?"
Huai Shi tentatively added, and the dog head's expression began to twitch again.
It couldn't be helped. It was really difficult to finally find someone to talk to.
As if he had a premonition about Huai Shi's endless stream of obscenities, the dog head said everything he wanted to say in rapid succession, "The Witch's Night has begun to turn into an apocalypse. The astronomy committee will gather all the surviving explorers to tide over this difficulty together. If you want, you can go south from here until you can see the stars. Then, under the only star, we will set up an apocalyptic battlefront and welcome the arrival of every explorer!"
After saying all this in one breath, the dog head jumped back onto the plane and tried to turn the engine rotor. After the machine was restarted, he put on the windshield and waved at Huai Shi, "Hey, brother, let go. I still have to deliver letters to other places!"
"Oh, oh."
Huai Shi hurriedly let go of his claws. His movement was a little too big and almost threw the dog head's plane into the sky. Then, he reacted and reached out to grab the plane that had just flown back.
"Wait, are you shaking me?" He widened his eyes, "Didn't the stars all fall?"
"Then we don't know how to launch satellites!"
The dog head was furious, "Can you not use so much force? I'll flatten the plane for you."
"Okay, okay."
Huai Shi awkwardly let go of her hand, and the plane fell straight down. Soon, it drew an arc with great difficulty and rose up again. After pressing its horn at Huai Shi twice in annoyance, it flew off into the distance with a plume of smoke coming out of its mouth.
Huai Shi heard the sound of heavy footsteps in the distance. They were heading south.
More planes were flying in all directions with loudspeakers and searchlights, broadcasting 24 hours a day, telling every survivor to go to the place with the stars.
For some reason, Huai Shi's gloomy mood improved a little.
This world was not dead yet.
Because there were still people who had not given up …
"Someone!"
He gave a shout of pleasure, drawing out a long note in the broken silence:
"Brother Zhange deserves it!"
Then, behind him, in the colorful RGB light pollution, hundreds of thousands of lizardmen sang in unison, escorting Bechymos on his journey once again!
To the south!
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