The sudden mist covered the entire area around the Sanye Building like a living thing.

In the thin mist, the interweaving of the faint rainbow light that is difficult to see with the naked eye, forming a dreamlike scene. However, such mist makes Francesco in the square creepy.

In the fog, his accordion movements stopped slightly for a moment, and saw strands of transparent tentacles floating past his eyes.

It stretched from the deepest part of the fog, and then went to the distance.

A few wisps, strands, little by little, the overwhelming scale gathers together and turns into tides.

This is...what the hell?

weed.

The source organisms called "weeds" are rapidly growing, sprouting, and growing, filling this area, causing rapid changes in depth.

In Frances's hand, the tune of the accordion changes slightly.

Subconsciously, he held his breath.

Hidden its own existence.

Just around him, several faces quietly appeared in the air, opened their mouths, blew towards the fog, and spit out the airflow outline that seemed to be outlined casually.

So abstract and weird.

All directions of wind.

From the works before Giselle left, classical oil paintings symbolize the four directions with the air flow from the human face and the mouth. On this basis, there are also the evolution of the winds of the eight directions, twelve directions and twenty-four directions.

At this moment, the airflow symbolizing the four directions intertwined and enveloped Francesco, and silently warped the reality and space, as if he had stolen his position from reality, forming a non-existent vacuum field.

It is not just the use of visual fallacies, but the strange phenomenon that replaces reality, hiding him behind disguise.

Snooping into the distance quietly.

Then, I saw the clusters of tentacles spread quietly and suddenly pierced into the surroundings of the square, the snoops hiding everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, the unknown armed men with live ammunition rolled their eyes and twitched violently.

No matter where you belong, what institution you come from.

At this moment, some kind of cold and cruel will rudely settled in these bodies. Kang Gai's infusion of the source quality strengthened their bodies and transformed them into tools of war.

In this way, it takes root and sprouts.

When a faint flame burst out from the white eyes, the aliens who could not tell whether it was a human or a beast had already roared and ran towards the building.

Either rush into the building, or climb up the walls of the floor, following the only command implanted into the temporary soul.

Search for Solomon!

Now, the soul derivative known as wild grass has already covered the entire London.

Those strange seeds condensed from the souls of engineers, like plants, still have a lifespan of less than one season even if they are cared for.

Once germinated, if the source material is lacking, it will suddenly die or wither. However, at the same time, it also has a terrifying growth force and diffusion speed.

In today's London, all office buildings, shopping malls and even public areas under the direct or indirect control of property groups under the Financial Bureau have been fully planted with such harmless and invisible plants.

Every minute, every second, day and night, quietly absorbing the growth and germination of the source substances scattered by the pedestrians. In the end, nearly two-thirds of the "green area" formed.

In order to provide its growth, more than half of London companies have started working overtime for various reasons. The stay-up animals have been stuffed with a lot of meaningless work. They have been slapped with overtime pay that has more than tripled, but they have been yawning.

In this way, sand gathers into towers and furs gathers into arms.

Each trace of nutrients and source quality flows between the roots and branches of the weeds and is preserved. Taking all office workers in London as the source of energy, each person collects a tiny trace of source quality, forming such a huge trend. For individuals, there is almost endless total amount of terrifying source quality!

It is precisely because this system is too large and this power is too chaotic that even its grower engineers cannot use it at will.

Only by relying on the cooperation of subordinates, the secret instruments and engines throughout London, and even a large number of template-type tools and personality can this force be exerted in reality.

Now, the weeds are beginning to sprout.

The personality written by the silent people specially hired for this purpose unfolds in the host's body, and the beast-like killing instincts and keen intuition emerge from them.

Strengthen this power without limit, turning it into its own tools and minions.

Even when the weeds everywhere gather together, they will form a terrifying wilderness that makes everyone desperate...

And because of this, we can only realize the horror of Solomon!

"I am a monster-level old man."

The engineer in front of the screen whispered softly, restraining his trembling urge.

Through the eyes of the "weeds", you can see the Sanye Building shrouded in scarlet blood flames. The crazy and violent colors flow like blood, blowing.

Just by getting close, you can detect the pain of burning.

It's like a walking human-shaped volcano!

Just breathing creates a storm above the soul level. It radiates madness and destruction in consciousness all the time...

In the slowly descending elevator, it seemed that the weeds had already noticed the approaching.

But he doesn't care at all.

Even when the crazy weeds tore the top of the elevator and attacked Solomon against the storm that shook the soul, the guards beside him remained indifferent.

Only Solomon, casually, reached out.

The wild grass's gaze suddenly bloomed, and then it fell into the old man's hands, looking down by his gray eyes, like facing a storm blowing out of a volcano.

"What's this?"

Solomon turned around and asked the people beside him.

"Some kind of source parasites has been rooted in our people." The guard next to him said, "It has been controlled, will it be solved?"

"Forget it, there's no need."

Solomon shook his head and commented calmly: "It's not bad purely from the scope of toys, but it's not enough to be used on the battlefield."

Too fragile.

Not enough to deal with the real hell!

At that moment, the wild grass's vision suddenly stopped, and the personality completely collapsed under the terrifying pressure. Only a deep fainting body was left, and it was thrown to the ground casually.

And more hissings sounded from all directions.

Even the fainting body on the ground was twitching again, occupied by new seeds, restarted!

The terror of the wild grass is no longer related to its quality.

And in its unreasonable order...

It is like a vast and endless ant colony, enough to eat up all monsters!

If only that...

At that moment, the sneer on the corner of the engineer's mouth froze on his face.

The eyes suddenly became dark.

Losing the view of the weeds.

To be precise, there was a strange blind spot in the observations of all the weeds, an area covered by some invisible light.

Just behind the general, the seriously injured guard took out a style flashlight and shone it forward.

It's like ultraviolet rays kill bacteria.

The moment the switch was pressed, the flow of the source substance of the wild grasses was staged, and the countless root systems and divisions derived from the soul lost their response.

A large number of source-matter clutter filled the general's surroundings, making it difficult for fragile root systems to continue to maintain.

But the key is...

Such a familiar taste.

"Technology Department?"

His expression gradually became gloomy: "Those guys who are afraid of the world's chaos..."

Crazy!.

At the same time, Camilla of the Justice Bureau frowned, and her sharp eyes passed through the screen of her phone, as if she was about to stare at the other side of the dead house sitting on a computer chair and blowing air conditioning.

"You choose to support Solomon?" Camilla asked angrily: "Is there any brain problem with your technical department?"

"No, this is the result of careful consideration."

The fat man on the other end of the phone answered indifferently: "For us, it doesn't matter who supports anyone.

In contrast, it doesn't matter what Solomon's claim is. We don't care whether he is attacked by the crowd. No, it should be said that this is what we care about... It is precisely because of this that we have the value of our support.

If you cannot defeat the masses with few and weak, what's the use of technology?

After a brief silence, he answered warm and polite greetings.

“FU@K lure!”

Camilla said: "You bastards, just wait for the regulations to be checked at the end of the year!"
To be continued...