Chapter 772: Mutations

The home planet of the Mogo is located in the center of the star field controlled by the Crocodile.
The universe without a sense of space naturally has no distinctions between up and down, front and back, and left and right.
To describe it concretely, the star field controlled by the Mogo clan is a big bun, and the Zelei star system where their parent star is located is probably below the center of the bun fold.
Of course, apart from the sea of ​​clouds, few people in this starry sky can think of this analogy.
Although crude, it is vivid.
Zele is the name of a star and the name of the best crocodile leader in the history of the Mogo.
Very talented in leadership, and Zele also possesses military talents that most leaders do not possess.
It is precisely because of its resourcefulness and decisive killing that the crocodile talents have been in a slightly leading trend since their first contact with humans.
The third planet in Zele’s star system that is not too far away from the star. This terrestrial rocky planet is more accustomed to call it the parent star. It is not as vibrant as more life planets, but it is full of life. A desolate and boundless texture.
The living environment of the crocodile human planet is very poor, the land is not fertile enough, the resources are not rich enough, and the climate is even very bad.
Once upon a time, the Mogo people initiated an unprecedented "pleasure". More than 20 billion crocodiles called for the use of technology to change the environment of the home planet and make it more suitable for survival.
It was not for enjoyment. The reason why the Crocodile Man did this was just to make the greatest people of the Mogo clan living on the home planet, including their leader, a more comfortable life.
The appeal of the people was rejected by the leader, and more crocodiles did not even feel surprised.
"The great Moge clan was born here, grew up here, and is stronger than here."
"We now have the technology to change the environment of a planet, and technology has given us a stronger power."
"But we must not forget the fundamentals, we must keep the most precious things."
"Mogo clan exists for one day, our home planet will continue to be like this."
This is the leader's speech at the time, firm and loud.
"One day the great Mogo clan exists, our home planet will never change."
"Gucci, when I said this, I felt more determined than ever before, and I also felt that I had never been so strong."
"It seems that this sentence is the truth that will never change."
"However, just how many years have passed, will everything change?"
Slightly chuckling his waist, sitting in the dim room, dozens of small tubes are connected to his back, and the flowing pale green liquid is slowly injected into the leader's body.
The gray eyes were bloodshot, and the old face was full of dead wood. Staring at the corner of the virtual light screen, the changing images were constantly flashing. The corner of the crocodile leader's eyes leaked a few drops. Muddy tears.
Not because of failure, but because of pain.
The streets are full of crocodile people like walking dead.
The crocodile is cruel, the crocodile is arrogant, the crocodile is violent, and the crocodile is fierce.
However, the crocodile is never as numb as in the picture, like a walking corpse who has lost its soul.
Among these people, there are crocodile soldiers still wearing military uniforms, and there are officials wearing badges.
Among them are the straight old crocodile men and the toddler crocodile children.
In a video footage, an old crocodile man seems to have not seen the wreckage of the chariot exploding in front.
It numbly walked past, and its waist was cut by the sharp metal stubble of the wreckage of the tank.
A large amount of blood rushed out along the wound pulled out on its waist.
However, the old crocodile man seemed to be unconscious, still numbly following the crowd in an unknown direction.
It has no consciousness, but other crocodiles do.
The thick smell diffused, and the other crocodile men rushed frantically towards the old man with their noses.
The first thing to do was a little crocodile man who was not far behind the old crocodile man.
It can be seen from their clothes of the same style and color that they should be relatives.
Eyes were filled with blood-like colors, and the little crocodile stumbled to catch up with the old crocodile, opened his mouth and tore a piece of flesh and blood from the wound on its waist, and then chewed.
In the next second, the crocodile man was knocked into flight.
Even if he was hit by a stronger crocodile man, at that moment, the little crocodile man did not forget to stretch his hand into the old crocodile man's traumatic mouth.
Following the violent collision, it grabbed a mass of internal organs and tumbling and hitting the wall on the street.
The old crocodile man was already submerged at this time.
Large patches of blood flowed down the feet of the crazily crowded crocodile.
The terrible chewing sound seemed to sound in my ears.
Inevitably, more crocodiles were injured in the push.
Bleeding is inevitable when injured, and under the stimulation of the smell of blood, more crocodile people become more crazy.
The picture began to zoom in, and at least tens of thousands of crocodiles across the street began to rush towards the direction of the smell surging crazily, as if they had completely lost their reason.
Between the frantic bites, blood gushed.
In the fierce competition, flesh and blood fly.
There was no sound except for the scalp numb chewing sound, but the fierce collision and biting sound.
The picture began to shrink, eventually shrinking the little crocodile man on the corner.
Having swallowed the internal organs pulled out of the old crocodile, the little crocodile suddenly fell to the ground and shook violently.
After a few breaths, the little crocodile man's body suddenly tightened.
In the clear sound of flesh and blood shattering, a hole of blood exploded in its chest.
A skull came out, gray and smooth.
I couldn't see the eyes, except for the mouth full of sharp teeth, there were no other organs on the smooth gray head.
The blood and saliva mixed together and flowed down the corners of its slightly opened mouth.
The snake-like neck or body twisted slightly, and the terrifying head suddenly let out a sharp and furious scream.
Later, the skull disappeared from the wound on the chest of the crocodiles.
The corpse of the little crocodile began to shatter and shrink in the shaking.
The picture was high again, and it was obvious that the crocodile man in charge of the reconnaissance was trying to lock onto another target.
However, the sharp neighing sound that sounded in the whole city instantly, I don't know the tens of thousands of sounds, completely converged into a chilling sound.
"Obviously, they have mutated."
"I'm not sure if it was the result of the mother beast's mutation, or the parasites themselves mutated, but they have obviously mutated."
"After the parasite successfully parasitises, it will release a neurotoxin, which makes the host lose sanity."
"The only thing they have in common is eating, eating crazy."
"But they won't kill each other unless they are stimulated by the smell of blood."
"I have contacted the Academy of Biological Sciences to ask. They are still studying the specimens. The specific situation is unknown, but they judged that the host parasitized by this mutant parasite, crazy eating behavior, will make the parasite mature. faster."
In front of the leader, the general Gucci projection projected by the virtual light screen said slowly.
"We are still too conservative in our estimation of the degree of danger of the alien beast."
"So I strongly recommend that the leader order our fleet to return to the Zelei star system and give up the unnecessary behavior of chasing the army of alien beasts."
General Gucci's expression is very solemn, and its voice is even more serious.