Night fell.
The entire base gradually fell into a quiet sleep. Yarlin stood by the window, looking at the dark night through the window covered with sand. He smiled. "Alabasta is not so much a country in the desert, but a prison in the desert."
The entire base covered a vast area, twice the size of 153 Branch. The distance between the buildings was very wide. Kolam's resting place was a detached three-storey tower-like villa, which naturally belonged to Yarlin now.
There was a vacant basement at the bottom of the tower. Everything inside had been cleaned up. Yarlin pushed open the basement door. The door was full of rust marks, rubbing against the ground and making a "zla" sound. Apparently, Kolam almost never came here.
Yarlin stood in the middle of the basement. The black lines all over his body seemed to be burning strangely and fusing with the darkness. He turned his palm down, and a hole silently opened in his palm. Inside, there were dense black lines intertwined with his bones and muscles. He was now human except for his outer skin, but the structure inside was completely out of the human category.
"Current number of hatched broodmother's split seeds: 2"
What was spat out from his palm was a seed wrapped in black threads. It was as if the seed was alive, and its body glowed with a mysterious light. The light was like a snake slithering about, hissing as it hissed. Ya Erlin slowly placed his palm on the ground. Terrifying cracks appeared on the cement floor, as if it was being corroded. Countless black threads seeped through the cracks and into the desert.
Then the cracks were filled with black, like creeping branches crawling out of the cracks and spreading to the ground and walls. The place under Yarlin's feet began to collapse inch by inch. The rock and sand below began to melt, forming a triangular inverted cone. Inside the dark and deep entrance was a bottomless corridor.
Arlen held the black cocoon in his hand. The living being inside seemed to have sensed danger and was struggling helplessly. Arlen stepped into the cocoon. Beneath his feet was a layer of flowing sand that extended past the soles of his feet. For the broodmother, camouflage and adaptation were her instincts. In a desert environment, she naturally wouldn't weave a strange carpet of fungus. Instead, she directly plunged her roots into the sand, controlling the flow and shape of the sand like tangled roots of an old tree.
The sand corridor extended all the way down, and after a long time, the underground space suddenly opened up. An inverted pyramid-shaped broodmother nest had formed, half of its silhouette hidden in the rustling sand. If an intruder had mistakenly entered, it would have been hard for them not to think that this was a building from some ruins, rather than a terrifying living creature, the embryonic form of a broodmother fortress.
The interior of the broodmother's nest was a huge labyrinth filled with flowing sand walls. It was as if the slightest lapse in concentration would cause the walls to collapse and swallow up anyone who walked through them. Ya Erlin knew that the walls were filled with black tentacles.
Along the way to the deepest part of the broodmother's nest, he saw a unique desert biochemical pool slowly emerging from the sand. There was also a transformation chamber, the branches of the devil fruit tree, and a mass of yellow sand that constantly condensed and dissipated in mid-air. It seemed to lack a core and was not completely fixed.
"A broodmother guard!"
Yarlin licked his lips. Every broodmother would have a guard accompanying it, and it needed a core. The first broodmother guard of 153 Branch used a tree that he obtained by accident, which gave birth to a tenacious and almost immortal Treebeard Guard. He planned to use the second broodmother's core …
Yarlin glanced coldly at the black cocoon, then stood up alone and threw it into the center of the blurry sand. Suddenly, the scattered sand produced countless fog-like black gas, as if it had finally found the honey it craved. It crazily rushed into the black cocoon, and the entangled black silk broke away, revealing a frozen and frightened face. Its mouth was wide open, but before it could scream, countless black gas poured in.
An ability user with a devil fruit planted with the Mark of the Dark Mark!
Its mouth, nose, ears, eyes, and even every pore on its body was polluted black. The black mark on its neck revealed a cold force that participated in the black gas.
"It'll take a while!"
Yarlin retracted his gaze and continued to look elsewhere. In addition to the things that originally existed, there was a control panel similar to a projection screen next to the transformation chamber. He walked over, and the control panel revealed the entire pyramid's internal structure, a huge maze. Yarlin narrowed his eyes and touched it. The sand wall he touched suddenly collapsed, and the forks next to it quietly changed their shape. The direction of the entire maze changed like dominoes.
"Control panel!"
Yarlin fiddled with it for a while and roughly understood the use of the control panel. Then, according to his thoughts, the screen changed to the scenery on the ground, and the outline of the entire base was also reflected on the control panel's projection screen.
It was like a kind of radar function, or it could be understood as the broodmother's tyrannical division of the buildings on top of the broodmother's head. Of course, the only pity was that it just covered the entire edge of the base, and the desert outside was not within the range of the projection screen.
Yarlin tried to gently touch the outer wall of the main administrative building. In the screen, in the dark night, the ground quietly rolled and revealed a crack. Countless tentacles stretched out and attached to the side wall, and then a layer of sand was attached to it. From afar, it looked like the wall had cracked and revealed some wrinkles, or some kind of vine grew on the wall and then withered and died.
"Camouflage, transformation?" Yarlin's pupils shrank slightly, and he recalled a piece of information in his mind, "Countless black tentacles transformed reality into its nest, and in the process of growth, the nest gradually evolved into a terrifying base and fortress."
Yarlin revealed a thoughtful expression, and on the other side of the black fog, the surging of the black fog gradually came to an end, and a solid figure appeared from within.
It was close to three meters tall, with a head of dense black hair that extended to his heels. His eyes were dyed black, without a trace of white. The exposed skin on his neck had a pitch-black birthmark, and his whole body exuded an indescribable aura. It was as if the air around him flowed faster than other places, and the black hair at his heels was fluttering in the air.
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