After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

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The slime rolls very fast, like a high tide of sea water, approaching in the blink of an eye.

Michael was keenly aware of the sudden soaring pollution value, and the golden wings on his back spread out, regardless of his posture, he grabbed Lu Yan and Yanbei and flew up with one hand in each hand.

He weighed the gap between his left and right hands, and said to Yanbei, "So it's you who are so heavy."

Keeping a suspended posture is more tiring than flying all the time.

The bottom of the hall was covered with slime in an instant.

After occupying the ground, the slime darkened in color, resembling pulped meat.

Pairs of vicious eyes were inlaid in the rough and uneven flesh, staring at the people above.

Lu Yan found this scene inexplicably familiar.

He thought about it, and he had indeed seen such a scene.

When Lu Yan first acquired the talent of delirium, Lu Yan had a dream. The location is in the deep sea, and the same disgusting, bloodshot eyeballs are on the ground.

The difference is that the position of these eyeballs on the ground is not fixed, and they are swimming around on the spread meat sauce.

A stench of spoiled meat and eggs filled the hall.

Lu Yan reminded: "Don't go under the eyes, it will stimulate the lesion to increase."

This is how Uriel encountered an accident at the beginning.

[It is not accurate to say that there was an accident, Uriel is exhaustive. In words, he presides over terror and anger. The same is true for this Apocalypse named Uriel, who has the dagger of hellfire and the gift of judgment. He can fly with wings, if it is not killing him, it is difficult for him to kill him. ]

Lu Yan: "What is the talent of judging?"

The system pondered for a moment, and answered unwillingly: [Judgment is, "Use me as the rule to judge the world". I admit, there might be some truth to its number 5 ranking. But I insist that the talent ranked No. 6 is the most 6! ]

Lu Yan felt that as the threshold of spiritual power rose, the system gradually became more and more humane, or emotional.

For example, he heard the command "Come and coax me" from the system's tone.

But Lu Yan couldn't do this kind of thing. He raised his bow and said, "Which eyeball is the body of this slug?"

[548th from south to north, 154th from west to east. Let's find it, now the position has moved to the left again. ]

For others, the system said nothing; but for Lu Yan, this information is enough.

Lu Yan's eyes are like the lens of a camera, which can replay the scenes he has seen in his mind in a relatively short period of time.

He carefully looked at the ground, closed his eyes, and simulated the approximate location in his mind.

I have to say, these eyeballs are really fine pollution. Even thinking about it in his mind, Lu Yan felt a headache.

He raised his bow and shot towards the southwest, aiming at a statue of an angel.

Half of the wings on the back of this angel sculpture were lost, and the lower body was cut off in half, turning into the arms and legs of an octopus.

An eyeball looked like a swimming fish, flying far away on the red minced meat.

[Ouch, I missed the mark. ]

Lu Yan's sudden difficulty made Michael almost fail to hug him.

Michael said quietly: "What are you doing? Like Cupid."

"Look for the eyes." Lu Yan thought for a moment, and said, "Among so many eyes, I can vaguely feel which one is the best."

Michael was shocked: "Is the talent ranked 500 so powerful now?"

Yanbei looked around, and finally locked on the chandelier hanging on the ceiling.

This chandelier looks like a blooming petal, at least five or six meters in diameter, and is locked together with an iron chain. It looks solid.

Yanbei's head grew at an incredible speed, and it looked more like the roots of some tree than the braided head. These roots are tightly grasping the bottom of the chandelier.

He tugged hard. It didn’t drop, so he said to Michael, “Let go.”

Michael let go suspiciously.

Yanbei hung on the chandelier as if swinging on a swing, and sat on the lamp with his head scratched.

He turned his head and said to Lu Yan, "Come."

For a long-range output, finding a suitable sniper point is sometimes more important than body level.

Only a few wall lamps were lit, and the light in the room was dim. It seemed that the mucus on the ground was even more disgusting and terrifying.

The pink lump of flesh slowly climbed up the wall. Like a creeping tiger that keeps proliferating.

Lu Yan turned to the door and the window, which had been blocked by pieces of meat, and a few eyeballs were staring at them.

Michael tentatively cut the holy sword in his hand at the merchant.

The golden giant sword drew a dazzling sword light, and the eyeballs were killed and injured, and turned into powder in an instant. But the surrounding pieces of flesh quickly split and multiplied, filling such a hole.

There was a mocking smile in the eyes of the eyeballs.

Michael's expression became visibly irritable.

In just a few minutes, he saw the corpse of his comrade who had been missing for many years, and met this disgusting monster again. No one could feel better.

But after all, he was an Apocalypse who had worked on the front line for many years, and soon his state of consciousness was wrong. He took out a military tranquilizer from his breast pocket and drank a tube.

Michael threw the empty bottle on the ground, and the pieces of meat swarmed up and swallowed it into his body in one gulp, not even a glass shard remained.

Lu Yan said, "Michael, my arrow."

[Taking the angel statue just now as the origin, the entrance direction of the gate is

The y-axis establishes a Cartesian coordinate system. 1 eyeball is 1 scale. ]

[1123, 81. ]

Lu Yan closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and shot the silver arrow in his hand.

The arrowheads are like swift meteors.

But the pool of muddy meat had already accumulated a thickness, and half of the long arrow submerged in the body exploded a big hole, and black blood bubbled out from the edge.

Michael raised his sword and slashed to the ground. A large piece of rotten meat steamed in an instant, and the solid bluestone floor was cut into a bottomless gully.

[1217, -46. ]

Second arrow.

Rou Min let out a scream, and wriggled rapidly.

[1365, -217. ]

The third arrow.

...

...

With each arrow, the time Lu Yan needed to think became shorter and shorter. On the contrary, his breathing gradually sank, and fantastic colors appeared in front of his eyes, which looked like fungus poisoning.

[Host. ] The system seriously reminded, [It's time to take medicine. ]

Before he knew it, his back was dripping with cold sweat.

The mint-flavored special medicine that Lu Yan took out was probably because it targeted different degrees of lesions, and the sugar melted in his mouth, so it was useless.

Yanbei hugged Lu Yan from behind, and leaned his head on his back. The vines that had turned into hair poked into Lu Yan's pocket, and found white flowers. Send it to Lu Yan's mouth.

Lu Yan swallowed it subconsciously, the taste was sweet and sweet.

But the number of these flowers is not enough.

The vines grabbed Yanbei's dagger in his bag, and gently scratched the skin on the back of his neck.

In an instant, more than a dozen white flowers bloomed from the tops of Yanbei. He gathered the white flowers he picked into a bouquet and sent it to Lu Yan's mouth.

Lu Yan's vision finally became clear, and it was no longer a grotesque illusion.

Arrows, new on the bow.

Although businessmen no longer have intelligence, they still have animal instincts.

After several narrow escapes, it clearly sensed the aura of danger.

In the past, its prey was always unable to avoid the pollution of spirits, and often stood obediently in place and was swallowed by it after persisting for a few minutes. Just like those scourge hunters who came before.

But this group of people is obviously different.

The businessman had a little retreat in his heart. Michael's holy sword carried holy light, which doubled the damage to pollutants. The burning pain made his eyeballs bloodshot, which was very unbearable. The rising speed of the minced meat slowed down significantly, and the eyes also disappeared in large swaths.

It knows it can't go on like this. It can't touch this group of people for a short time, and the effect of fine pollution is not too obvious. If it continues to be consumed like this, it will obviously be detrimental to it.

The minced meat began to gather towards the center, like a ball of rolling meat.

But Lu Yan's arrow tip moved away from the ball of meat.

[Front left corner. ]

The merchant is obviously familiar with the art of war, and knows how to abandon the pawns to protect the commander. Past experience made him very confident in this move, but it was indeed the most wrong decision in his life. The last big mistake was to let my wife swallow a lump of disgusting placenta.

In the corner, an eyeball with spider-like hairy legs sneaked into the crack of the wall.

"Whoosh" sound.

With an indomitable spirit, the long silver arrow pierced the broad bean-sized eyeball from a distance of tens of meters.

In the hall, there was an ear-piercing howl!

The eight-legged eyeball was firmly nailed to the corner of the wall. It rolled on the ground and struggled painfully. The wailing sound made the hair growl.

The most central meat ball lost its activity in an instant, and sprayed out like water from a smashed container, splashing meat crumbs all over the floor. The eyeballs withered quickly, leaving only interconnected white fascia, spread on the ground like a giant spider web.

The businessman's wailing gradually sank, and finally stopped completely.

"Is he dead?" Lu Yan asked.

[died. ]

Michael frowned and stepped lightly on the ground. Now the ground is full of meat foam sprayed out by the meat ball, which is disgusting.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took a few photos as materials for exploration. After these go out, they will all be given to the headquarters.

Lu Yan finally had the heart to look at Uriel, who was close at hand.

Uriel hung on the cross for 26 years. Even the highly deformed Apocalypse began to wither most of his body, leaving only a piece of skin attached to the skeleton. The clothes on his body retain their original luxury because of the special material.

He has long straight dark brown hair that hangs down to his knees, and his head is lowered, just enough for Lu Yan to rest on top of his head.

Uriel was three meters tall, and his head was inevitably larger.

Therefore, the injury on the back of his head is more conspicuous.

It was a hole that had been dug open, and judging from the injury, it should have been pierced with a sharp cone.

[Does it look familiar, that's right. Happiness is reserved for the ignorant. ] The system's tone was vaguely sympathetic, [This is a talent transplant operation. ]

["Judgment", stolen by the Truth. ]

[It was originally an angel of justice who judges the world. Now, that arbiter has become Satan. ]

Yan Beiyi hugged Lu Yan's waist, looking very tired.

He rubbed his head against Lu Yan's back, and said softly, "I can't bloom anymore today. The researcher said that if I become a tree, I won't be able to move in the future."

After Michael finished filming the scene of the crime, Xin flew back to mid-air, ready to take

Both Yanbei and Lu Yan were grounded.

At this moment, Lu Yan pointed to the top of Uriel's head: "Michael. The wound on his head is very similar to a talent transplant operation."

Michael flapped his wings and flew to the top of the cross.

He stared at the wound, his eyes were red.

After a long time, Michael took a deep breath, raised his phone, and took a photo.