Millen nodded and expressed her gratitude. She had been in contact with Solvasri for a long time. When the Church and the Nature Association had not reached an alliance, they usually helped each other with troubles. They could not be regarded as familiar. After all, compared to being alert to others, the mutual alert between the two has been at the highest level since their contact.

It comes from their respective sense of smell, and both sides know the dangers between them.

Miulen held the silver-white test tube in his hand, temporarily lost his movements, and gradually disappeared on the tree trunk next to him: "For the enemies on that side, I really want to hear your thoughts."

"A enemy who is afraid of trouble, she has the strength to kill the other four people. Maybe she doesn't want to expose too much information. That flashing light is enough to show her strength." Solvasri said, turning around, "Don't think about her. You and I are not lacking in achievements, but time. I don't want to see you become the ultimate metal wreck."

"Of course, the chances of her becoming a wreck are roughly the same as one of you. If you become a wreck, I will be responsible for recycling you, making it a weapon with you, and keeping it as a souvenir. If it is her, then you are the recycler."

Millen did not respond to this. It was not until Solvasri disappeared from sight that he continued what he wanted to say: "You can start thinking about it, you won't wait for a long time, and our chances of receiving the same task will definitely not be low."

"Let's think about it when that time comes. A large group of six-stage lives have come, and you and I can only be active in recent times. I don't want to endure the aftermath of the six-stage life form battle. Occasionally I will receive guidance from Mr. Stante, and even as the heirs, I will still be in awe of them. Most of the time, their strength cannot be relied on reason to think."

"Murren, as a helper of mutual help, I will give you a personal reminder from me. This is the result of thinking when encountering enemy surgeons during hunting." Solvasri's footsteps in the distance paused for a short time. "The pollution is not a good thing now. Mr. Stante reminded me that it was a kind reminder. He said that when he became a six-stage life, he was indeed exposed to pollution from the world tree root network. However, its pollution has been purified many times, and it is definitely not the type that spread around us at this moment."

"The Nature Association also has many awakened six-stage lives. There must be a lot of their views on pollution that can enter your intelligence network. In the teaching country, the information I collect is not good news."

"Thank you." After several breaths, Murun spoke, but Solvasri had left and could not hear his thanks.

The silver-white light then lit up on the unfolding palm of Millen. The mold-like pollution surged, gathered into a group and wrapped it up. The silver-white light on his palm was submerged. Accompanied by a "bang" sound of fragmentation, the silver-white light reappeared instantly, and the surrounding pollution had almost no reaction time, and it had disappeared, revealing the original appearance of the ground and the withered trees.

The shriveled appearance of Mulun himself also appeared under the silver-white light. His skin was like dry bark, his body was particularly thin, leaving only the bones that had been transformed by themselves, and it was difficult to see traces of the existence of muscle tissue. His body itself was like the trunk of a tree, and his limbs were withered branches on it, which would fall down at any time, full of shaking. Only the light of life was filled with the breath of life in his eyes.

The sticky silver-white blood melted in his hands and gradually diluted. The dry skin was absorbing the blood. More than a dozen silver lines of varying thickness quickly flowed under the skin. From his palm as the starting point, he walked across his shoulders through his arms, turned around several times in his chest, and finally disappeared from the head that looked slightly dark gray, as if it was not burning completely.

Silver-white light appeared in Miulun's eyes, even if it was just a moment, when the silver-white light became more and more prosperous in his body, cracking and drying skin, trying to explode his body from the inside out, the scene of a certain area in the distance appeared clearly in his eyes-

A dragon lay lazily on the pollution ground, his eyes closed, but his breath represented its vigorous vitality. A man sat leaning against the dragon's head, observing the polluted forest environment surrounded by fog in front of him. The next moment, the man turned his head and looked over. His eyes met Millen through this wonderful perspective.

"Casia,,," the man who turned his head was full of seriousness, and the thoughts and ease of rest had disappeared. His appearance, Millen had seen it several years ago. The only difference was that the man at this moment looked more mature.

The wonderful connection of "Sizizi" disconnected at this moment. Miulen closed her eyes tightly. With the sound of shriveling and shattering, her coke-like head, dry body, and limbs like dead branches, cracks appeared on it. Then, in the cracked wound, new tender saplings less than the thickness of a little finger grew, carrying a strong breath of life, quickly stretching the tender leaves!

The saplings on the head grew particularly rapidly. In a short period of time, more than a dozen saplings went to a height of nearly half a meter. They were clustered in clusters, like vines. They wanted to continue growing, but it meant that the withered dark yellow had spread from the roots. The powerful breath of life disappeared, and the tender leaves became dead leaves, falling one by one.

"I saw you, Cassia." The mechanical voice of Millen was filled with surprise. "The fragments of the ancient history world said that they like you very much,,,"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mountain range, Cassia had already stood up and looked into the direction where Murren was.

"What's wrong? The enemy is coming!" Sukalius raised his head and observed the burning of his eyes around him. His wings immediately unfolded, and all the propulsion devices above entered the pre-start state.

"It's not that the enemy is coming, but that their perception has been detected." Cassia answered, and took out the communicator. "It should be a ability based on the perception evolutionary route, and saw me through a certain medium. The infinitely weakened version of the root network, or a more distant sensing? The medium should be my blood, and there is indeed residual consciousness in it. With the help of the polluted environment in this area, it is not impossible to achieve a momentary connection."

"Is there a sense of familiarity, a fragment of the ancient history world tree?" Cassia recalled the strange feeling that was brought by the danger perception just now. "There are indeed many strange things in this area,,,"

"Everyone is strange. You must be the strangest of them. Everyone can sigh, but you can't. I was not surprised at first, an ordinary, very normal dragon. How long has it been with you? I have become strange, too,"
Chapter completed!