Chapter 4015: Patch goes live

The fear of biochemical zombies mainly depends on contagion and large numbers. Seriously, it does not have an advantage in size.

Even a special individual that has undergone multiple mutations often cannot exceed fifty meters in height, which is obviously too small in the monster universe.

Someone's thinking is also very straightforward, aren't people in this world only afraid of giant beasts? Then create a giant beast yourself, and instead of playing the story template of the biochemical apocalypse, play directly with natural disasters.

For example, let the adjutant get a giant zombie with a height of hundreds of thousands of meters out, the kind that will cause global warming if you fart, is this big enough?

When earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions strike at the same time, if not enough, she can create a situation like a comet hitting the earth. In such a doomsday, Harley can also see the changes in human nature that she wants to see.

Now I call the adjutant, just to ask her to help me see if it is feasible to use Pym particles to enlarge the zombies.

"No way, Sheriff."

When the adjutant heard the bad idea, he immediately shook his head and began to explain to his friends in the simplest way:

"If Pym particles want to act on living things, they need restrainers like Ant-Man or Wasp suits, mainly for the uniformity of particle distribution. Think about it, if the particles are not distributed evenly, for example, the head becomes a little bigger. Hundred times, but the neck is only ten times bigger..."

As for making an Ant-Man uniform with a height of hundreds of thousands of meters, it is not impossible. The key is that the investment is a little high, just to let Harry play, it is not worth it.

In addition, if the zombies wear leather covers, there will be no horror atmosphere brought by their appearance, and if they go to fight monsters, it will become too much like the story of Ultraman that the sheriff said... .

"Then do you have any convenient and low-cost solutions?" Su Ming left the toilet, walked to the back door of the bar, hung the latch, and locked it again.

"Yes, Sheriff, the solution is fusion."

The adjutant projected a lot of data and chemical formulas that Su Ming couldn't understand, followed by a report on the dominant microorganisms and a lot of graphs:

"There are DNA fragments of Veronica virus and mycelium virus in our suture virus, which can produce giant and fusion expression, and can even fuse metals or minerals into it to create self-awareness while being able to Cyborg zombies that manipulate magnetism and electricity."

"Do I need to modulate the DNA sequence separately?" Su Ming thought it was a good idea. The little zombies did seem to lack some deterrent power, so let's use the zombie fusion technique.

"No, the suture monster already carries the genetic information we need. I just need to use some inducers to let the virus express these characteristics."

The adjutant started to work, and a mechanical tentacle floated past her to operate another console:

"According to the information you gave me before, Sheriff, the 11th generation 'Planet Godzilla' is one kilometer tall and weighs 4.5 million tons. According to the mass of a zombie of 70 kilograms, we only need 64,285,714 ordinary zombies to fuse. To come out with a monster that is absolutely ahead at the current point in time, of course, the size will be much larger, because the high body density of Godzilla cannot be achieved."

Tens of millions of zombies sounds like a lot, but don’t forget that this is an earth with billions of people, and there are raw materials.

As for, would it be too cruel to play games here?

Actually not, because this is essentially the redemption of darkness.

If there is no death knell to travel in this world, it is destined to be destroyed in the hands of monsters. The comic "Godzilla Cataclysm" has the ending of the earth.

It's just that 20 years have passed since the current time point. Human beings have basically perished under the ravages of various monsters, the fire of civilization has been extinguished, and the earth has returned to silence.

However, the monsters, who were not disturbed, went back to the bottom of the sea and slumbered with satisfaction again, waiting for the next civilization to recover from the ruins in the future, and repeat the cycle of history again.

Death Knell's trip has instead provided people with another option, which is to use 1% of the world's total population as a material to create a giant mycelium zombie and let it fight monsters.

Eliminate the contagion of monsters, retain self-healing ability and strong appetite, and use it as a BOW.

After the other monsters are dealt with, the zombie giant itself, Su Ming, will just be taken away, and the earth will be able to let humans call the shots again.

Long pain or short pain, this is a choice.

But people in this world don't have a choice. Death Knell, who goes by the pseudonym Thomas, has already chosen for them.

"The suture monster virus is fully released. I want to see 70 million zombies ready to fuse in the shortest time."

The man turned around and returned to the lobby of the bar. He saw some slow-moving old Mike outside the store, and said:

"By the way, arrange some micro drones to come down and give this old man a vaccine. I like him very much. You start to supervise the world, and people who find it valuable or interesting will secretly inject vaccines, so that they will be vaccinated in the 'first shock' ' survive."

"Okay, Sheriff, the execution is in progress. The estimated time required for virus infection... five minutes."

The image of the adjutant disappeared, and her voice came out of her mind.

"The time is right, I haven't finished that plate of tortillas yet." His expression changed back to the template of Thomas' character again. The man slowly walked back to the bar, sat down next to the girl, and silently communicated with the adjutant through strangulation. : "Let's work, by the way, get some zombies here, and let Harley hit the target to play, hehe, she is like a little girl, she likes to play balloons at carnivals."

"As ordered, Sheriff." The adjutant received the order and said that the zombie actor was already on his way, UU read www. uukanshu.com definitely makes Harley have a blast.

The Autobots from Cybertron understand people’s hearts, at least better than most human-made AIs. She has long discovered that the sheriff is always very accommodating to Miss Quinn, and seems to have a special preference.

But these things have nothing to do with the adjutant. Although he has known Gin for the longest time, he is only a good friend of Death Knell.

Thomas sat down, wiped his wet hands on his jeans, and beside Martha looked at her with big eyes, her eyes showing the meaning of inquiry.

And he just nodded, indicating to let her wait a moment, the role-playing under the apocalypse of natural disasters, today is the game!

"Hee hee! Can we fight zombies? When will they come?" With a small smile, the girl took out a completely unreasonable revolver from her pocket. Her little hand rubbed against the nearly one-meter-long barrel, and her little nose There was rough air from below: "I haven't played with guns for a long time, what do you want?"

"Isn't this here? Look outside the door."

Thomas pointed behind her, and when she turned her head, she saw a few zombies on the dimly lit street, landing on all fours like mad dogs, rushing towards Old Mike who was pulling down the shutter.

The evolutionary efficiency of the stitched monster virus is very high. The zombies I saw on TV just now were still staggering figures, but with so much effort, they have allowed the zombies as virus hosts to evolve a running ability that is more adaptable to the environment. Both run faster than Bolt.

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