That sound came from the hundreds upon thousands of Zerg units within the war chariot, paying homage to the Creator under the leadership of the Overmind.

Li Ang had awakened.

In a channel unheard by others, countless Zerg frantically sang praises to the return of the Creator.

At this moment, he was suspended deep within the vehicle, controlling the Leviathan war chariot through the plant vines extending from his hands, feet, and torso.

He had indeed compiled the previous passage himself, but it was the Overmind who recited it and imbued it with emotion.

The Overmind was a very peculiar existence in the biological weapon sequence.

Unlike the low-level worms, they possessed complete biological brains, capable of a certain degree of complex thought and even independent consciousness.

Most of the Overminds were brought out by Li Ang from the dream of Prince Shengnan, and some were later made by Li Ang using the brains of domestic animals such as rabbits and pigs.

The brains of higher intelligent creatures were obviously more agile and rapid than rabbit brains. The smarter the brain, the more memories of its previous life it could retain.

Combined with the modification of the biological template, it became a mechanical, rigid, and fanatical "believer's brain" that worshiped Li Ang.

Each believer's brain could provide Li Ang with very weak divine power, forming a divine power link.

When necessary, Li Ang could remotely control the "believer's brain" (i.e., the host of the Overmind) through the link.

The Overmind was both a believer, a center of divine power links, and a signal node used by Li Ang to control more biological weapons.

However, Li Ang had always restricted the Overmind group.

Their intelligence level was constrained to a very low limit, and they were not allowed to communicate with each other or independently perform complex labor. They could only do low-level work such as supervising worm laborers and assisting the Queen Bee in managing the bee colony.

The reason was simple. The Queen Bee was cultivated by Li Ang, and he had countless ways to control the bee colony or to disintegrate it on its own.

But the first-generation Overmind used the brains of foreign creatures.

Moreover, the brains of intelligent creatures.

Releasing the intelligence of the Overmind meant that Li Ang could easily have a large number of highly intelligent laborers.

Similarly, it also meant unknown risks.

Intelligence fosters thought,

Thought produces will,

Will desires independence,

Independence requires the pursuit of freedom.

The perfect creation will eventually surpass the creator.

The Whale Song organization feared super artificial intelligence with malice.

Li Ang was even more worried about the rebellion from the Overmind's free will.

Until just now,

In this script world where he could leave at any time, he took an experimental step.

He fused Stryker's war chariot into an Abyssal creature, and released the intelligence restrictions of a lucky Overmind (of course, it was limited, and the overall intelligence level was roughly equivalent to that of a Golden Retriever), allowing this Overmind to be responsible for commanding hundreds of lower-level Zerg in the Abyssal war chariot.

This Overmind came from a bandit in Prince Shengnan's dream. Its original memories and will had long been completely obliterated in countless brainwashings.

It had completely become Li Ang's low-intelligence, fanatical believer.

Now that the intelligence restriction was lifted, the divine power it provided to Li Ang suddenly increased (of course, it was still far lower than that of a normal human).

After this bug gained intelligence,

The first thing it did was not to think about who it was or where it was,

Instead, like in its low-intelligence period, it screamed and praised its supreme reverence for the all-encompassing flesh and swamp lord.

With its current level of intelligence, it couldn't think of any good words, basically just random code like "Ahhhhh Creator Ahhhhh!"

Far inferior to the many colorful flattery.

Li Ang was dealing with his extreme fanatical fans for the first time.

He was not an idol or a young fresh meat.

For a time, he had no choice but to interrupt the Overmind's incoherent praise with cold divine power fluctuations.

He directly told it that its name was Leviathan.

Now, immediately, and start manipulating the vehicle.

The Overmind was an advanced biological weapon.

When it had low intelligence, it could coordinate the work of different types of worms with biological instincts.

Now that it had become highly intelligent, it was even more capable of making thousands of worms obey orders.

After hearing the Creator's instructions, the snail-shaped Overmind dared not hesitate. According to its biological instincts, it stretched out its long bundles of nerve fibers and connected them into the bodies of other worms.

Like the brain of a normal creature, it began to issue instructions to all the worms.

Throughout the entire process, Li Ang had been observing.

The Overmind was indeed a natural information node. Its proficiency in commanding large-scale low-level units was only slightly lower than Li Ang's.

The unique information transmission method between the Zerg, through nerve connections, allowed the Overmind to understand the functions, roles, and energy consumption of all biological weapons in an instant.

And according to Li Ang's divine power fluctuation instructions, it comprehensively planned the energy supply of each organ, allowing this newborn Leviathan to grow in a balanced way under the nourishment of divine power.

At this time, the Leviathan had a powerful force,

But the components were not coordinated.

It was already very difficult for Li Ang to output divine power and maintain the high-speed operation of the war chariot.

He could only let the Overmind continue to debug the war chariot and activate the components.

(The Overmind remained silent throughout the entire process, but in the spiritual network of divine power, it showed an unusually excited silence, a feeling of stepping into a solemn temple, daring not to shout loudly, and only being able to express the excitement in its heart by frantically prostrating itself.)

Buzz—

An invisible and intangible energy fluctuation spread out in all directions, centered on the war chariot.

Fine dust vibrated and rose up, briefly stagnating in the air, like a thin mist.

Silence, soundlessness, the air seemed to be evacuated, unable to accommodate any sound. Between heaven and earth, only the engine sound of the Abyssal war chariot remained.

Thump, thump, thump.

Heavy, powerful, long, and penetrating heartbeats,

Resounded deep within the vehicle, which was a mixture of machinery, flesh, and plants.

As if a deep-sea behemoth that had been slumbering for ten thousand years opened its eyes, the headlights of the Abyssal war chariot lit up.

Something was slowly awakening.

The three players suddenly felt a strong sense of discomfort. The strange feeling of being swallowed into the belly of a monster and being forced to shrink in the wriggling intestines became even stronger.

It made their scalps tingle and their spines turn cold. They had to suppress their instincts and forcibly resist the urge to attack the lair and escape the devil's nest.

Long also realized something in the rear.

His martial artist's intuition told him that the threat level of the strange-looking war chariot in front had suddenly increased.

A violent and ferocious, chaotic and evil "aura," filled with an endless desire for eating, devouring, and assimilating,

At the same time, a gentle and peaceful, vibrant "aura" was constantly rising, centered on the Abyssal war chariot.

"A divine creature..."

Long's brow furrowed slightly. The central city had gathered all kinds of game characters.

Among them, there were many characters who carried divinity, or were even gods themselves.

Divine creatures indeed had an overwhelming advantage over mortal species.

The divine pressure unconsciously released by the former was enough to shatter the hearts and minds of weak creatures, preventing them from raising any thoughts of resistance.

And if the divine pressure was consciously concentrated and released,

Forming divine might,

It could also cause a brief shock to powerful mortal lives in battle.

However, the Abyssal war chariot in front of him only possessed divinity in vain. The intensity of the divine power had not reached the boundless and profound level. It was completely beatable.

What's more...

In Long's eyes, a blazing flame called "fighting spirit" suddenly rose.

So what if it was a divine creature?

In this isolated and forbidden data space, the overall data strength, data output power, and the efficiency of data utilization were the keys to determining strength!

A martial artist who had been tempered in countless life-and-death battles was fearless.

Even if it was a god!

He would blast it to death!

A cyan-blue light ball named Hadoken was casually blasted out, absorbing the oncoming wind along the way, constantly expanding and swelling, chasing after the Abyssal war chariot.

And Long himself squatted down,

The sleeves of his fighting uniform and his red headband fluttered fiercely, and the huge ki presented a concrete image like a tornado.

"Shoryuken!"

All martial arts in the world come from Shoryuken.

Among all the fighting moves, Shoryuken was not the most powerful, nor the fastest.

It was not even the most practical – this move had too long of a start-up animation, and too many flaws. If he was not careful, the opponent would seize the opportunity to instantly defend,

Launch a violent storm-like attack, and completely lose all advantages.

"Ryu!"

But,

Simple and unadorned, reliable like a thousand-year-old rock that had been tempered by wind and frost, unyielding through the ages.

Shoryuken was always the best choice for a fighter when facing an unknown powerful enemy.

"Ken!"

The last word was like a bronze bell falling to the ground. Long stepped on the roof of the car, shattering all the thick ice that Kula had deliberately condensed, and even causing the front of the car to sink heavily, and the rear to rise high.

His figure instantly disappeared from the roof of the car.

He could only see a white afterimage crossing a distance of more than ten meters between the two speeding war chariots, and arriving at the rear of the Abyssal war chariot.

A visible swirling airflow condensed around his upward iron fist,

Tearing the air, crushing the gravel, and grinding the already fine dust into powder again.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped the hearts of the three players.

Twilight Knight's eyes lost their light, and two pure white cross patterns were reflected in his eyes. The temperament of the whole person changed suddenly, wooden, sluggish, numb, without any emotion.

Sunset Melt Gold was the same. His chest opened to both sides, revealing semi-mechanical and semi-fleshy prosthetic viscera.

Among them, the power furnace heart, surrounded by a circle of orange-red flames, was particularly conspicuous.

As members of the Royal Knights and the Whale Song Organization, they each had their own trump cards.

But just like no one would throw a royal flush at the start of a poker game, the specificity and side effects of these trump cards determined that they could only be used at the most critical moments.

An unprecedented crisis.

The witch let out a wail from her throat.

She put several test tubes containing light blue magic potions together, removed the stoppers with a magical hand, and drank all the magic potions in one gulp.

Excessive magic filled the magic circuits, causing chaos and destruction.

Her veins bulged, her capillaries burst, and her arm skin was covered with light red blood.

Even shallow cyan scales grew on the edges of her cheeks – the witch's family ancestors had once intermarried with demi-dragon bloodlines, and there was a faint, negligible dragon bloodline hidden in the family's bloodline.

This thin bloodline could no longer help the family better possess elemental affinity as early as a few generations ago.

It would only manifest when exposed to a huge amount of magic, making family members slightly bloodthirsty and tyrannical, and lose their minds, like beasts.

The family elders regarded it as a kind of shame that could not be publicized – half-blood or even one-eighth of dragon mixed blood were symbols of the strong,

But lower-level mixed blood were treated as slaves, hybrids, and emergency food.

They were no longer respected and worshiped, but instead were despised by dragons and powerful mages.

But now, it was really not the time to care about so-called "family honor."

The witch, with scales growing on her cheeks, quickly chanted an obscure and profound spell, and a projection of a dark red octagonal magic circle appeared in the sky.

Every corner of the octagonal magic circle was suspended with a short sword.

[Skill Name: Amber Sword Seal]

[Type: Psionic]

[Effect: Trace Sealing. Recite incantations, summon magic circles, and cause individual life to pause on the space-time level]

[Consumption: 20% of the Dragon Clan's essence blood, 1000 points of psionic power value]

[Cooling Time: 72 hours]

[Use Condition: Dragon Bloodline]

[Note: The higher the level of the targeted life and the stronger its will, the greater the probability of failure. After failure, it will be punished by backlash]

[Note: The weaker the target, the longer the sealing duration. Only one sealing object can exist at the same time]

[Note: The Dragon Clan's family concept is weak. Dragon cubs will be ordered by their mother dragon to leave the territory after they reach the age of twenty, otherwise they will be regarded as a new threat and slaughtered. But before that, the mother dragon will protect the cubs with her life, just like defending her own life and wealth. Some dragons with particularly strong maternal love will even use the amber sword seal spell, which comes at a huge price, to protect the cubs who are on the verge of death and cannot find a way to save them temporarily – they don't know that this spell was actually developed and spread by the demi-dragon mages of the empire to help the expedition team more easily slay dragons. This is to retaliate against the dragon clan for their long-term enslavement of the dragon descendants and their long-term plunder of the empire]

This unique spell from the dragon descendants of another world still worked in this data-based world.

As the short swords sank into the magic circle one by one, Long's speed also became slower and slower, as if he had been thrown into amber, tending to stillness.

"Don't even think about it!"

Kula let out a low roar, spread her arms, and extremely cold freezing air turned into sharp conical hailstones, penetrating the magic circle from top to bottom, and falling towards the war chariot.

"Pfft—"

The witch, who was suffering from the backlash of the broken magic circle, spat out a mouthful of corrosive blood, which splashed on the vines in the car, and a burst of smoke rose.

She could feel her head was heating up rapidly, and her reason was flowing out of her brain like a waterfall.

The magic power that had nowhere to vent was surging in the magic circuits that were first dry and then excessively full.

Her body was constantly trembling, and her skin was cracking and breaking like old yellow paper.

"Ring... ring... the logic of the ring...

Destruction, embrace, acceptance, greatness, understanding, blood, offering..."

The witch's absent-minded mumbling was abruptly interrupted.

A fat, white, translucent worm hung down from the roof of the car, opened its mouthparts, and bit the witch's neck.

This was not an attack. Sunset Melt Gold clearly saw that,

In the fat worm's translucent oral cavity, a large amount of viscous, medicinal-smelling saliva gushed out, soaking the witch's head in it.

The mind-calming magic potion from the Immaculate Furnace shop actually worked.

The annoying feeling of suffocation and the urge to vomit

Successfully dragged the witch out of the terrifying illusions she saw when the magic circuits were on the verge of collapsing.

Millions of Zerg chirped and overlapped, making a majestic and solemn sound.

"Tired and sleepy, talking nonsense? Take a sip of Dongpeng special drink to wash your stomach!"

The Leviathan Overmind had completed the debugging of all the components of the war chariot.

According to the Creator Li Ang's bad taste, it said a line that it didn't understand, and commanded the fat worm to let go of the witch's head and shrink back to the roof of the car.

Poof.

The witch with her head full of saliva puffed out her cheeks, spat out the saliva remaining in her mouth, blinked her eyes, and her clear eyes were full of confusion as to what had happened.

The Leviathan Overmind did not pay more attention to this hairless female ape.

In the eyes of the newborn Overmind, all humans were ugly hairless apes.

Of course, the Creator was different.

The All-encompassing Flesh and Swamp Lord was Heaven, Earth, and the only true God in the world, far from being comparable to hairless apes.

Just one sentence and you know it's a double standard.

If Shiba Inu, who was lurking and watching, knew what was in the Overmind's pitiful brain, it would definitely complain like this.

Vines stretched out, flesh swelled, worms mutated,

All the parts performed their respective duties under the drive of the Leviathan Overmind,

Causing earth-shaking changes to the entire war chariot.

Just like Li Ang said a long time ago, when two lives are of similar level,

More mass means more resources that can be mobilized,

Larger volume means more adjustable space and more comprehensive functions.

He could only do a limited number of things in human form, but when he controlled a biological tank war chariot... the situation was completely different.

He commanded the Overmind, and the Overmind controlled all the components of the Leviathan.

Boom!

Long, who had been released from the restraint, finally slammed his fist into the rear of the Abyssal war chariot.

As he had expected, the martial artist's ki scattered a large number of the war chariot's parts.

The rear of the car was raised high.

The newly grown thorn armor had not completely dried and was still too soft and fragile to block this punch.

The biological organs under the armor were also violently blown away and crushed into powder by Long's airflow in mid-air.

"Useless."

Ten thousand Zerg howled from the car body.

Countless slender vines flew out from the chassis and sides of the war chariot, accurately caught the parts that were still worth saving in the air, and pulled them back violently.

Along with a burst of flesh wriggling, it quickly healed as before.

The newborn Zerg units were growing rapidly,

The barbs on its body became tough and strong, the biological turrets on both sides of its body were filled with shells, the fusion between vines and flesh, and machinery became inseparable,

The huge heart hidden deep in the war chariot provided a steady stream of surging energy for the vehicle.

The Overmind was its brain, the machinery was its skeleton, the vines were its meridians, and the flesh was its cornerstone.

Long felt an even stronger threat.

He stepped on the ice car shovel created by Kula to prevent himself from being judged as a loser for leaving the vehicle,

Squatted down again, and posed in the starting stance that would never be outdated, "Shoryuken!"

"Useless."

The Zerg howled in bursts. The sides of the Leviathan war chariot extended to reveal more than a dozen different shapes of Abyssal gun barrels.

The shells loaded in each gun barrel depended on the Zerg unit that made up the gun barrel – the gun barrels were all animated worms or a part of the animated worms, absorbing the shells through the complex pipelines in the chassis of the war chariot.

Bang bang bang bang!

The gun barrels smoothly turned to the rear and fired in unison.

Dark green venomous bubbles exploded in mid-air, and corrosive liquid melted Long's fighting uniform, burning large patches of white spots on the latter's tough skin.

The Jīng Jīng Jiao Teng looked like a cluster of brown seeds like buckshot. They carried the trace of divine power given by Li Ang. As soon as they landed on Long's body, they quickly took root and sprouted, growing dense vines, interweaving with each other, trying to strangle Long to death.

Even an adult African elephant could not survive the vine strangulation for more than three seconds, but with a jolt of Long's muscles, they all collapsed, lost their activity,

However, the spore sacs hidden in the brown seeds of the Jīng Jīng Jiao Teng still remained on the surface of Long's muscles.

As a member of Li Ang's current biological weapon sequence, spores had quite a few variants.

Some could spread over a large area, develop into green plants, purify the air, and transform the environment.

Some could pollute the land and water, causing the ground to be covered with poisonous brilliant mushrooms or lichens.

And the function of the spores launched by the Leviathan war chariot was even simpler.

"Cough cough!"

Long coughed violently, and the Shoryuken that had been swung halfway was defeated without attack.

In his respiratory tract, thousands of spores were deeply rooted in the flesh, and under the action of the remaining trace of divine power, they grew wildly and spread wantonly.

Long tried to use "ki" and the martial artist's muscle tremors to isolate the impact, but the result of doing so was that the formed spore dandelions broke open,

Following the respiratory tract, they went deep into the lungs.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of white misty powder poured out of his mouth and nose. Each breath felt like pulling a broken bellows.

Bang!

Long's burly body fell down, crashing heavily into the ice car shovel.

Even so, the martial artist's eyes were still burning with fighting spirit, as if they were about to burst into flames and burn the despicable villain who poisoned the air to death.

"Hand over the vehicle."

The Leviathan's voice was sharp and piercing,

The unwilling Long clenched his fists, but out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Mad Brick and Mary Rose, who were also coughing up misty powder.

Kula, who had a premonition, made a breathing mask for herself out of ice in an emergency, but two companions had already been caught, especially Mary Rose.

Her eyes were empty, and her right hand was still holding a sharp short knife, horizontally across her slender neck.

The Cyber Martial Arts – Puppet Manipulation technique from Sunset Melt Gold was still in effect.

"..."

Ten thousand unwillingness flowed through Long's heart. He clenched his fists, then slowly let go.

"Get out of the car."

Kula mumbled, wanting to say something, but stopped.

She grabbed the coughing Mad Brick and the absent-minded Mary Rose, and jumped off the speeding vehicle with Long, and slid safely to the ground along the ice slide they had just created, slowing down.

In front of the road, they could see the Abyssal vehicle opening the big mouth of its tail like a beast, spraying out vines, and dragging the fighter war chariot that originally belonged to them into its mouthparts, chewing it up.

The rest of the war chariots were nutrients for the Leviathan.

If it wasn't for the Creator's instructions, the Leviathan Overmind would even want to keep the four high-energy lives directly and completely turn them into a part of itself.

Reproduction, expansion, devouring, and dedicating endless devout loyalty to the Lord of Flesh and Swamp, were iron laws engraved in the genes of all biological weapons.

Kula, who had survived the disaster, didn't know this.

The hard memories of running around in the central city and participating in large and small fighting competitions in order to gather the materials for the war chariot couldn't help but surge into her heart, causing Kula to subconsciously say, "Long, we lost..."

"I know."

Long covered his mouth and nose coughing, and white spores kept slipping from between his fingers. The noise of helicopter propellers sounded in the sky – that was the medical team that was coming.

"My martial arts are not refined enough."

Long turned around, his burly figure appeared more heavy in the backlight of the sun, "I'm sorry."

"...It's not your fault."

Kula wanted to comfort her lost comrade, but when the words came to her lips, she could only say some dry comfort, "That... didn't you say that a real martial artist will fall, but will not fail. Those who fail are not real martial artists."

The stammering and awkward comfort made Long laugh a little. He coughed bitterly and scratched his short black hair with his palm.

"Thank you."

The expression of the fighter faded from shame and became firm and calm, "This is the last time I've been weak. Before next year's war chariot competition, I will definitely comprehend the ultimate profound meaning."

"Surge of Murderous Intent."