Charlier joined hands with the First Farmers World to wrap the mainland in the world tree shook its branches and leaves, causing the fishman who was doing experiments in the laboratory on its branches to interrupt his work.

But the fishman did not complain about it. The high priest Godard raised his head in a daze. He quickly walked out of the laboratory, then looked up at the top of the world that was empty: "Garanode, have you heard it?"

"I heard it."

In the huge world tree, there was a elves' voice coming, but there was a hint of solemnity in his tone: "This voice is very strange and weird... Although I don't understand what I said, it is undoubtedly very important."

“But no work at hand is important.”

Godard frowned and thought on the branches for a while. He said, "You continue experimenting, I'll contact Eagle and the others... Damn, Joshua is not here, and the secret work of the Seven Gods seems to have reached a critical moment. Maybe we need to ask the sacrificial grounds of the worlds to govern the will. Although it doesn't know much, it is at least richer than us."

Just as the High Priest of the Fishman was about to start contacting other legendary powerhouses, the natural mentor gave him a surprising good news: "Wait first, Godard."

"My experiment may be successful, wait for me to determine the last step."

Upon hearing this, the high priest of the fishman was stunned at first, then was surprised and happy: "It's really successful!"

"Have you developed a vaccine for the extreme virus?"

The giant tree did not answer, but a green halo shrouded Godard. He did not resist. The next moment, the high priest came to a hall made of emerald green, half-wood and half-crystal.

That is the heart of the center of the world tree.

The power of nature is a derivative energy between magic and life energy, so it is related to everything in the world. Nothing, even artificial, can not involve the power of nature.

This is its advantage and disadvantage. Because in a world with desolate and lifeless world, even if the magic is rich, the power of nature will not be born. Similarly, a world with many lives without magic will wither. In other words, its essence is the magic power with the characteristics of life energy, or the life energy with the characteristics of magic. It can be said to be the earliest, similar to the power of extraordinary powers similar to divine power and emotional power.

At the heart of this huge world tree, the majestic life energy and magic power were constantly surging up and down, flowing along the crystal patterns on the inner wall. Godard came to an extremely wide compartment under the guidance of a dark green light formed by natural force.

When he walked into the compartment, the originally peaceful and peaceful atmosphere suddenly changed. Godard raised his head and saw the bones of countless creatures piled up in the corners of the compartment, blocked by the crystal of the power of nature, and sealed tightly. The high priest knew that these were biological bones devoured by the extreme virus, and were experimental individuals created by the natural tutor. Judging from this number, there may be more than 100,000 wild beasts and monsters in recent days, and the experimental materials further forward are even more uncountable. After all, the valuable experimental subjects will be decomposed again and recycled as the next experimental material.

In the center of the compartment, in a space completely covered by transparent crystals, an extremely large bacterial ecosystem is thriving. Bacteria of various colors are mixed with extraordinary power, creeping and growing in this miniature space with a diameter of 15 kilometers.

"According to my research, any organism with a complexity of more than sponges and jellyfish is extremely susceptible to extreme viruses. It has certain selectivity for conditions and the more complex the structure, the more popular it is."

Notice the look of the high priest of the fishman, the World Tree, which is now the body of Galannod, made a sound, and explained: "In other words, if I want to carefully observe the erosion process of the extreme virus, I must use sponge jellyfish, and creatures that are simpler than sponge jellyfish... There are not many such creatures, sponge is already the lowest multicellular animal, and jellyfish are a little higher than it."

"So you choose various microorganisms and fungi? That's right, after all, the ancestors of sponges were fungi, and they were the only ones to be simpler..."

Godard nodded thoughtfully, and he was also an expert in the relevant field: "So have you succeeded?"

"perhaps."

The voice of the nature mentor is undeniable. The force of nature condenses into an arrow, guiding Godard to look at the colony ecosystem: "Extreme viruses are not unable to erode fungi and various microorganisms. In fact, its structure is probably smaller than the virus we know. The smallest one is even only ten nanometers, and the largest one is no more than fifty nanometers. In front of them, viruses are also an object that can be "sublimated". I just destroyed some of the initially limiting super viruses. It can infect any intelligent life using spiritual power in the field of thinking through psychic energy, and gradually transform their thinking patterns into extreme creatures we are familiar with."

"As for these bacteria and fungi, they have not reached the point of extreme creatures, but you see, they have begun to be able to control extraordinary power through the colony situation, similar to magic circuits and rune structures... It is really a very terrifying power."

"But it is precisely because of the extreme virus's transformation of these colonies that I discovered a loophole in it."

"What loophole?" Godard asked hurriedly. After all, it is about Mycrov and the fishman. Even if he is a cold-blooded creature (literally), he still has to think about his race: "Don't keep it a secret."

“It’s very simple.”

The nature tutor simply replied: "Extreme virus is a selfish and very 'smart' virus. It will ensure that its host sublimates as successfully as possible, and then assimilate with the host to become an extreme creature. However, due to limited energy, as long as it finds that the host may fail to sublimate, it will take away all the energy of the host, that is, erode the host into the dead bones in the corner and then replicate and spread itself."

"But as long as it does not necessarily fail, then the extreme virus will never increase its own similar species. It is very selfish. If it can succeed on its own, it will never generate a second one."

"With the previous point of "extreme limits keen on eroding advanced creatures with complex structures", I can draw one element: Extreme viruses pursue the ultimate goal of successful alone. If possible, then the stronger and more complex the ultimate creature, the better."

Speaking of this, Godard already understood a little, and the nature tutor smiled and said, "So, based on this element, I have found through multiple experiments that when extreme viruses parasitize low-ly cellular organisms such as sponges and jellyfish, the erosion speed will become extremely slow... This is very easy to explain, because even if the sponge jellyfish is successfully limited, it will not be much stronger. Perhaps only the sea surface of monsters has the value of erosion. Compared to wasting your own opportunities and possibilities on these weak creatures, extreme viruses will choose to hibernate without hesitation and delay the erosion process."

"So!" Following the natural tutor's idea, the high priest of the fishman hammered his palm, and he said excitedly: "As long as the extreme virus feels illusion, just..."

"Yes, as long as the extreme virus has an illusion, it feels that it is not eroding humans, but a large sponge, large jellyfish, large fungi and bacterial all kinds of single-celled organisms. Even if it is infected, it will not take action immediately, but will attack after 8 to 14 days, trying to find the next host."

With a thoughtful smile in the voice of the nature mentor, she whispered: "Simply put, just make it feel like you are a waste, it will not erode you, but retain energy and wait for the next opportunity to encounter a target worth eroding."

As long as you become a waste, no one can take advantage of you.

Hearing this, the High Priest of the Fishman completely understood the natural teacher's ideas.

Yes, the extreme virus is an extraordinary biochemical creature far beyond the current Mycrov civilization, or even a certain inheritance of the ultimate life form. It is actually an impossible task to fundamentally create a vaccine, at least Galan Nord cannot do it for the time being.

But on the other hand, using the characteristics of the extreme virus that are too advanced and too smart can be used to make a fuss... As long as you create an extraordinary potion that allows the person who drinks it to possess the biological essence of a sponge jellyfish, the extreme virus will be too lazy to erode these lower creatures and try other targets.

Is this difficult? It's too simple. It's a superb world. Even dragons can turn into chéngrén shapes, even humans can turn into neutron stars or even worlds. It's just pretending to be jellyfish fungi, so it's not too simple for legendary strong men.

In this case, the transfer of the extreme virus will certainly give birth to strange things such as extreme cattle, extreme grass, extreme vines, extreme overlord flowers, etc., but at least humans are safe and that's enough. If the virus does not transfer, there will be an incubation period of about eight days. As long as the seven gods and several legendary powerful men purify the crowd at a time, there will be no worries about the outbreak of the virus.

I am really lucky. I am born with a magic-resistant and change-resistant spell, which causes the potion to fail to work, or the virus attacks early... There is nothing I can do about it. Now the situation is critical, and Galan Nord can only ensure the safety of most people, rather than ensuring that all human beings are unharmed.

“Can you ensure success?”

However, after excitement and worries arise. Godard walked a few times in the compartment, and his brows frowned again: "For example, the extreme virus found that its host was just pretending to be a sponge..."

"A hundred percent. As long as the extreme creature is indeed the extraordinary creature of the ultimate living being, as long as it is indeed so advanced, it will definitely not risk wasting energy to detect that what it erodes is high-level animals disguised as sponges and fungi, or real fungi and sponges."

The tone of the nature mentor was very conclusive: "After all, it is too small. No matter how advanced the way it carries energy, it cannot be eroded many times. It must be killed with one blow, so it gives us the opportunity to take advantage of it."

"I made it."

"...can't be better." The high priest of the fishman took a deep breath, and he immediately picked up the communication array in his hand. Godard couldn't wait to share the good news with other legendary powerhouses.

Eagle was the first to know the news. After listening to Godard's general explanation, he quickly realized that this was an extremely simple and feasible preventive measure.

"Now, immediately, right now."

He said so, then took out the communication array and prepared to inform the others: "Let Galannold write out the recipe for the camouflage potion and we will write it into those exchanged light columns of Joshua."

"Thank God, Radcliff finally helped a lot outside the battle... Without redemption of the light column, the time to build the production line alone would probably die tens of millions more people. If it were a diverse galaxy, it would probably be hundreds of billions."

Thinking of this, the old pope hesitated for a while, then shook his head and decided to say, "We also need to inform other civilizations and tell them this method. Ha, this method is not difficult. I think it should be more than just us to discover it, just treat it as a favor."

"After all... the remaining civilization of this multiverse can no longer be destroyed. If the voice just now said the truth, then this is probably the last chance."

If this last chance comes, all civilizations cannot work together to share resources with each other and face the biggest and most terrifying threat... Then, this selfish plague will surely cut off hope and make the destined destruction and doomsday come.

"This is my responsibility, the responsibility of a smart life."

Pope Eagle did not think he was extremely intelligent. He knew that he was just talented, lucky, had good inheritance, and had good conditions for growth. His talents could not become the "successor of the Holy Light" or the "pope of all worlds and races". At most, he could only be the pope of Mrs. Mycrore, a powerful, kind and good person who likes to watch the sunrise.

However, no one has ever said that Mrs. Mycroro and Mrs. Mycroro's Pope could not be concerned about the multiverse. No race can be said to be independent of all worlds.

Because in the face of disasters that swept across the heavens and all realms, all wise minds are a whole, not an independent island, and under the light of flames, order will surely last forever.

He believed so firmly that he has come to this day.

And this is the path of civilization that is completely opposite to the extreme virus.

"We are the final, the last, and since then, there will be no future or hope."

The sound that resounded through the multiverse echoed in the confused space and time. All the strong and enlightened people have already understood that this is indeed the last moment. The road to the "source" is about to be cut off. The initial fire will completely lose contact with the multiverse in the future soon. Since then, everything will come to a doomed end, turning into black ashes that can no longer be burned after the flames are extinguished.

so.

I have to succeed.

We must succeed.

As long as I can succeed

As long as there is a future, it's good.

It must be me, only me. If it weren't me, then the multiverse would be meaningless, and neither destruction nor extinction would be meaningless.

It is my best, I hope it is me, but if it is really not me, then at least, I hope that my successors and I can have the possibilities for the future.

The wild beasts longing for "tomorrow" and the civilizations longing for "tomorrow".

There is an obvious dividing line between the two, and this boundary is like an abyss, an abyss called the "Abyss of Tomorrow". It divides two ideas, two behavior patterns, and two underlying logics, and judges the future of the multiverse.

Even though some individuals cannot distinguish the difference between the two, at least as a whole, even if they tend to destroy all alien races and all racial cleansing civilizations that are not me, at least they are also civilizations, and most civilizations are understandable by a collective of countless people.

But it is only the vast majority.

Amos royal court, the dome of the royal court, the void sky composed of stars.

The huge glowing nebula, because of the cry of the wild beasts in the distance, fell into deep thought.
Chapter completed!