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Chapter 250 - Chapter 250 129 Ao Star Necrosis and the Girl_2

Chapter 250: 129 Ao Star, Necrosis, and the Girl_2 Chapter 250: 129 Ao Star, Necrosis, and the Girl_2 He carefully recalled the feeling at that time.

Desire, instinct, an unprovoked anger, an intense thirst for battle.

It was as if the Ancient God Life Form had an eternal vendetta against the Space Worm Clan.

Upon closer feeling, it also resembled seeing the “ultimate delicacy,” where devouring the opponent would greatly benefit oneself.

“I should be in the role of the predator,” Yang Ming whispered.

Lyu pondered for a few moments, “This surpasses Lyu’s understanding of life forms; Lyu’s knowledge is still too shallow. I really want to go back and consult my three teachers.”

Yang Ming laughed, “You know to call them ‘teachers’ when there’s a problem, but not when there’s no problem. You always call them ‘old guys.'”

“They really are a bit disrespectful for their age.”

Lyu anxiously advised,

“Boss, my suggestion is that once we find the formula for the enhancement serum, we return immediately. The New Federation is truly terrifying.”

Yang Ming countered, “What if they use these means to mess with our side? We’ve already taken control of that side, which is equivalent to a tremendous resource, letting us save ten or twenty years of effort.”

Lyu said, “Our secret base could also develop a powerful fleet within a few years.”

Yang Ming replied, “Lyu, at this stage, our secret base only needs to build a defensive capability.”

“Alright,” Lyu replied a bit sullenly, “you’re the boss, you get the final say.”

“We can adopt the Dabitch model,” Yang Ming smiled, “I actually prefer this model.”

Lyu instantly became interested and discussed the development direction of Dark Star with Yang Ming.

“Alright, let’s use text communication from now on,” Yang Ming said, “this way makes me feel a bit uncertain.”

“Yes, boss! Good night, boss!”

“Good night, nothing,” Yang Ming chuckled, “I’m going out for a walk tonight.”

“Boss, your biological information should not be leaked here… Please maintain safety measures, and absolutely do not kiss the other party.”

“I’m just going to have a drink to relieve stress! Do you think I’m someone who can’t distinguish priorities?”

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and cursed.

Lyu mischievously disconnected the communication.

Yang Ming glanced at the beautiful projection woman lying beside him, calmly putting on his pants, unhurriedly deactivating the shielding and projection devices.

Another day missing Miss Windsor.

…

Two Galaxy Times later.

Ram Star, the crop field where Yang Ming had briefly stayed.

More than a dozen police hover cars flashing lights surrounded the area.

The police were at a loss as they looked at the vast stretches of dead crops, while several crop-related bioengineers dressed in lab coats urgently collected samples.

The necrotic areas spread outward at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The officers were soon ordered into the field to uproot the healthy-growing crops, constructing an isolation belt.

But this isolation belt was evidently ineffective.

Within just a few minutes, necrotic symptoms appeared on the outermost crops.

“It’s root infection or a bio-factor infection.”

“Get heavy machinery over here immediately, we need to dig out all this soil… Move quickly! Otherwise, this could be a huge disaster! The speed at which it’s spreading is too fast!”

Farther away, Professor Pat’s hover car sped towards the scene.

This was above their base, and the occurrence of such a strange phenomenon of crop mass necrosis was likely related to the “big babies” they were raising.

This was an unprecedented phenomenon; Professor Pat felt compelled to personally visit the site.

A dashcam on a police car slightly rotated, capturing the scene.

…

Inside Feinan with the simulated gravitational field turned off,

026 hovered inside the combat simulator, frantically performing various defensive actions.

Lyu’s projection sat nearby, observing the transmitted video and continuously contemplating.

Rapidly necrotizing crops…

Was it because the biological factors released by the boss on the brink of berserk combined with these crops to produce some unknown virus?

Or was this also a capability of the Ancient God Life Form?

Regardless, this matter had to be reported to the boss to assess whether an immediate evacuation from this Star Domain was necessary.

Lyu tapped another projection screen, showing Yang Ming’s current environment.

Loud music, a crowd swaying in the dance floor.

Yang Ming sat in a bar corner, sipping a non-alcoholic drink, his fingers sliding over an internet terminal, seemingly enjoying the atmosphere.

The glasses placed aside vibrated slightly.

Yang Ming immediately put on the glasses.

Within the lenses, a few lines of text flashed past, along with a simplistically processed image.

[Lyu: Boss, they have started setting fire to destroy the necrotic crops; I am closely watching the taxi driver who transported you. Should something happen to him? The Ao Star’s air defense system is highly advanced, directly using the Particle Transmission Machine might easily expose us; this is the current difficult issue.]

Yang Ming adjusted the internet terminal in the shape of a straight board to a private mode and quickly typed two lines.

[Don’t act rashly for now.]

[Let’s first observe further developments; that area is very sensitive, and the other party might consider it an issue caused by those things.]

These two lines of text appeared briefly before being automatically erased.

Yang Ming took a long sip from his drink, his nerves that had just relaxed tensing again.

The allure of those shapely young women instantly faded.

Personal safety always came first.

Half an hour later, Lyu started sending text messages.

Yang Ming’s suspicions were correct.

A large group of units dressed in protective suits was dispatched from that secret base.

They instinctively assumed that the mass necrosis of the crops was due to some type of radiation sickness caused by the Insect Race below.

A gag order was placed on the Ram Star police; the matter was contained within an extremely small scope and did not generate any public controversy.

On-site police were conscripted for labor, driving hover cars back and forth over the farmland, which also facilitated Lyu’s information gathering.

The unit dispatched by the secret base worked with impressive efficiency.

Several machines designed for turning soil carved out wide isolation belts, and fuel-air jets were deployed from dirigibles, a large fire turning the necrotic crops to ashes.

But such actions were in vain.

As the flames rose, the necrotic disease spread even faster across the vast farmland. A plant would completely wither within three minutes.

Lyu captured a conversation between Professor Pat and a middle-aged man.

“Samples of the crops sent back to the base for random inspection showed no issues, as if these plants no longer wanted to live, experiencing complete necrosis at the cellular level.”

This conclusion was unexpected for Yang Ming.

Lyu continued to monitor the sudden situations on Ram Star, while Yang Ming began searching for weaker areas in Ao Star’s air defense system.

Fortunately, there was no surveillance near the farmland.

If the other side focused on that taxi, Yang Ming would have to abandon the enhancement serum formula and leave the New Federation as quickly as possible.

However, as things stood, the secret base staff had already come to assume they were responsible for triggering this crop necrosis disaster.

[This is their own guilty conscience showing.]

Lyu teased with text.

Yang Ming finished his drink, paid the bill, and began to make preparations in advance, heading towards the outskirts of Three City Capital.

Suddenly.

Yang Ming felt a sudden wave of inexplicable agitation, accompanied by a reminder from Lyu displaying on his glasses.

[Boss, the direction of the entrance.]

Yang Ming raised his head and immediately located the source of his unease.

It was a young girl, looking no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Compared to the “big sisters” swaying on the dance floor, she appeared slightly delicate, yet her chest was rather ample.

Her attire was entirely out of place with the surroundings.

She wore loose-fitting pajamas, her long hair damp as though she had just come out of the shower at home. She wore cartoon slippers on her feet; her skin was fair and delicate, indicating a comfortable living environment.

Yang Ming’s sense of agitation grew more intense.

The girl’s expression was cold, or more accurately, numb, emotionless. Her eyes seemed to have a faint green glow.

She fixated on Yang Ming without a pause, slowly walking from the edge of the dance floor. Her right hand, tucked in her sleeve, appeared to conceal a sharp blade.

What was going on?

Why did this human girl have an aura akin to that of insects?

Was she coming to find him on her own accord?

Interesting.

Yang Ming maintained a calm expression, looking at the girl’s pretty face, and walked toward her head-on.