Chapter 20 The Bloody Invitation

Fang Senyan wasn't surprised by the miner's analysis. Instead, he felt a sense of natural progression. He wasn't a fool, and the clues he had picked up before were like scattered pearls. The miner's words were like a thread, stringing the pearls together one by one.

He suddenly thought of something:

The bloody invitation he had fought so hard to obtain.

Towards the end, that bloody invitation had even produced a figure like the Red Archbishop. Although that guy was a replica, it seemed now that not only his combat awareness but also his entire body had evolved into a powerhouse best suited to his talents, a whole level above even himself!

Clearly, the Red Archbishop hadn't appeared for no reason. This thing that the other spaces were willing to break rules and tear apart their reputation to snatch must be something incredibly important.

The fact that only one Red Archbishop appeared showed that the cost of such rule-breaking was astronomical.

After all, the Noah Space wasn't a naturally occurring entity but an artificial life form. So, even though it had a high degree of freedom and execution, it had to be restricted in its rules and methods of operation. For example, if a certain earthling was 1.68 meters tall and weighed 84 kilograms, he could theoretically do a full split if he was willing to pay any price. Of course, that would come at the heavy cost of torn thigh ligaments and muscle damage.

"So, judging from the space's emphasis on the bloody invitation, this thing might be a voucher for competing for some crucial resource!" Fang Senyan suddenly understood!

Then, his thoughts, like a billiard ball hitting the edge of a table, seemed to have reached their destination but immediately bounced off in another direction:

"That's it. It feels like my Noah Space C has become increasingly assertive since then. So, the fact that we were jointly attacked by multiple spaces in this bloody battlefield might be a hidden danger left over from the previous battle!"

Although Fang Senyan's guess wasn't entirely accurate, it wasn't far from the truth either.

You should know that the Noah Space's instinct is to evolve, creating all sorts of difficult environments to squeeze out people's potential and make them evolve. There is a saying that human power has its limits. However, this only refers to human strength! It definitely doesn't mean that human mental strength has reached its limit.

Among normal humans, even an unparalleled genius like Einstein only developed just over 30% of his brain, and the average person is lucky to exceed 14%. Moreover, the higher the degree of brain development, the harder it is to evolve and improve.

For example, developing the brain from 10% to 20% might only require 10 source energy points, but developing it from 20% to 30% would require at least 50 source energy points. As for developing it from 30% to 40%, 500 source energy points might not be enough!

When the Noah Space develops the brains of contractors, making them evolve, it also faces a serious crisis of evolution as a life form! Those eliminated on the road to evolution meet the same fate as dinosaurs, mammoths, and saber-toothed tigers.

Therefore, if all the Noah Spaces want to evolve, they must absorb all sorts of strange things from the outside world: materials, even light! These things are nutrients for them.

Furthermore, these key substances for evolution often appear in wormholes, black holes, and even temporal vortexes. They are extremely dangerous, and even the incredibly powerful Noah Space can only unite all the Noah Spaces and spare no effort to mine and collect these things!

This is why all contractors can only experience nightmare worlds every so often. The Noah Spaces must first ensure their own survival and needs before using source energy to enter the nightmare world.

The Noah Space's "hunting" and "mining" behavior can only be carried out with the joint efforts of almost all the Noah Spaces. However, the distribution of these acquired foods and energy is not entirely an equal distribution of the spoils.

First, half of the spoils are taken out for equal distribution. This is similar to welfare, a minimum share that can maintain the Noah Space's basic survival needs and prevent it from starving to death.

The remaining half of the spoils is divided into one hundred shares, and the amount that each specific Noah Space can receive depends on the contractors it has cultivated.

The more powerful the contractors that are cultivated, the higher the spoils obtained by the Noah Space that cultivated them, and the faster the degree of evolution!

Of course, evolution is not always smooth sailing. It also requires experiencing many difficult and tortuous roads, even detours, and doing much useless work. This allows the backward Noah Spaces to have opportunities to turn the tables and catch up.

Like the last bloody world invitation, it determined how many high-level contractors Noah Space C could send to participate in the war. Obviously, the side with more people has a greater chance of winning. So, Noah Space C gained a huge advantage.

And this bloody battlefield is the same. The increasingly强势 (qiáng shì - powerful) Noah Space C has forced the other spaces to unite to deal with it, but both sides have bet everything they have! The alliance of the other spaces is a strong狙击 (jū jí - snipe) and suppression of Noah Space C, but they have also bet everything. Once they get through it, this 狙击 (jū jí - snipe) and suppression will be transformed into nourishment for Noah Space C. A further step, and the sky's the limit!

After a long conversation with the miner, Fang Senyan finally understood his current situation. Some people might wonder what the point of Fang Senyan's painstaking efforts to learn the inside story was, since he still had to go out and fight to the death.

But there is a saying that goes, "He who does not plan for the ages is not fit to plan for a season; he who does not plan for the whole is not fit to plan for a part."

If you don't even know the fundamental reason why you are fighting, then you are destined to be just a pawn.

And the fate of pawns is divided into three types. The first is to eat the opponent's pieces, the second is to die together with the opponent's pieces to form a piece exchange situation, and the last type of fate is the most tragic, that is, to become a discarded piece!

Of course, Fang Senyan only wanted to be the first type of pawn. He could not accept the other two types of fate at all.

The information he obtained from the miner allowed him to grasp the space's orders more accurately and better understand the intentions behind them!

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After this long conversation, Fang Senyan seized the time again and returned to the real world. This time, he was accompanied by the Mist Song sister and an old man. This old man's identity was very special. He was none other than the powerful Holy Oak Cindaro.

This old thing has a very powerful perception. And he is born with the power of Gathering Spirit, which can absorb the spiritual energy from all directions. Even in poor mountains and bad waters, once this old thing takes root, it can be called a blessed land.

So, as soon as this awesome old man entered the earth, he immediately sneezed seven or eight times in a row, his nose running and tears streaming down his face. He looked very sad, and then this old guy, regardless of the risk of exposure, threw purification術 (shù - spell), 回春術 (huí chūn shù - Spring Return Spell), Wild Mark, Underwater Breathing and other auxiliary spells on himself without any regard for cost. Finally, he gulped down a bottle of potion that looked very precious and actually was very precious, and finally recovered.

At this time, Fang Senyan, who said he was under great pressure, rolled his eyes and took the bag next to him. He handed over the masks, gas masks, etc. that he had prepared long ago. Seeing the old thing's exaggerated performance, Fang Senyan vaguely felt that he was wasting his time.

Next, they went to the first alternative point:

New Zealand,

Mount Cook in the Southern Alps.

Okay, here, the Mist Song sister and the Cindaro old man were finally able to try the feeling of breathing freely, but the price was that the Mist Song sister's cute little nose turned red and itchy after a while, looking as if she was allergic to dust. So, she quickly put on the mask again. And no matter how Fang Senyan tried to persuade her, she shyly and resolutely refused to take it off...

Seeing this situation. Fang Senyan directly crossed out the next three targets one by one: these three targets were the primitive rainforest in the Amazon River basin, a villa in the French countryside. The original jungle of the Yarlung Zangbo River on the southern slope of the Himalayas...

The last hope was pinned on the coniferous forest near the frigid zone. Specifically, it was the depths of the Greater Khingan Mountains at the junction of China and the Soviet Union, which was Fang Senyan's last hope.

However, this last hope was also broken as decisively as a soap bubble. Under the circumstances that the Mist Song sister refused to take off the gas mask no matter what, the old thing could only take off the gas mask with a desperate and tragic expression, and then inhaled a little bit of the cold air, and immediately shook his head like a rattle:

"No, no!! Absolutely not!!"

Then he hurriedly put the gas mask on his head, but in Fang Senyan's sigh, the Holy Oak Cindaro suddenly froze. It could be seen that the gas mask was still a full ten centimeters away from his face, and then he froze there, as if solidified.

After a long while, Cindaro came back to his senses, and the wrinkles on his old face seemed to shrink in shock:

"How could this be, how could this be!!! A land of miracles, why would it appear in this extremely filthy world!!"

Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes slightly. The Cindaro old thing's surprise was definitely not feigned! And what the Holy Oak Cindaro's eyes, which seemed turbid but were actually sharp, were looking at was the northwest!!

The northwest of the Greater Khingan Mountains!!

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Okay, first of all, I want to clarify something that makes me laugh and cry.

These days, I'm actually writing 3k words, and some people say I'm hiring a ghostwriter. Bro, think about the ghostwriter, can a 3k word ghostwriter survive?

Secondly, well, actually I couldn't help but write a little bit of a new book. I had a feeling of wild horses running free when I started writing. The new book mainly writes about outlines, climax, etc.

But everyone can rest assured that The Ultimate Evolution will definitely be completed with guaranteed quality and quantity.

Finally, does anyone guess where the land of miracles is?

Um, finally, it seems like there was another aftershock just now.

Um, finally (I seem to have said "finally" many times?), please pray for the people of Ya'an with me!

Finally, as a foodie, I suddenly miss the local pork bacon from the Shenmu Lei of Ya'an very much.