In the small garden covered with countless white flowers, an invisible wind circled the round table in the center of the garden for two circles, but this was not the "environmental parameter" simulated by the neural network. In essence, this is a space created by the huge neural nodes of the Solin Giant Tree, which is attached to the network in the form of an independent visitor area. The wind blowing through this sea of ​​flowers is essentially the "thinking" of the Solin Giant Tree.

After a few seconds, the wind slowly weakened, and Belltila also ended the information exchange with her distal limbs. She looked up at Gao Wen while stirring the steaming tea in her hand: "Yes, I can clearly sense the signal reaction of Bethlem. He was moving near the front line with a group of deformed freaks, and was always around my distal root system..."

She paused again, narrowed her eyes slightly, seemed to be carefully sensing the signals from afar, and then said: "I can feel... he is leading his team to dig my edge roots in the soil that have not yet fully grown, putting targeted toxins and inhibitors into the groundwater, and guiding the dark root network in the wasteland area to fight my spread... Now he should have become the main commander of the wasteland immune barrier, and his intervention...is very effective."

Belltila narrowed her eyes. She didn't like to praise her enemies, but feeling the confrontation between Bethlem and herself, she had to use the words "very effective" to evaluate the other party's achievements.

"I thought he could no longer return to the front line after experiencing such failures. Unexpectedly, he not only came back, but also was entrusted with important tasks," Gao Wen couldn't help but frown, "It seems that the 'Dark Master' named Bolken' is not as mean and irritable as you said. He blames widows at least he knows how to use a capable loser."

"It may also be that the number of followers around him is limited, so he cannot tolerate waste at will," Belltila commented calmly. "No matter what, the appearance of Bethleme did give me a 'surprise'. I never thought he had this ability before... It seems that the failure of the last time gave him enough excitement, making him desperately want to wash away this shame, and..."

Her expression became a little weird, and the corners of her mouth trembled for a moment and continued: "And it seems that he made good use of the last 'learning' I tried to use spiritual parasitics to dig out information about the wasteland from his mind. This attack actually established a connection in reverse. Now he led the team to intercept my distal root system, and the accuracy and efficiency of each action were significantly higher than that of other dark priests."

"...The predator overcomes the psychological fear instinct and uses his 'natural enemy fear' to actively search for the position of the natural enemy..." Gao Wen thought, "This sounds like a 'talent'. How do you plan to deal with such a comeback opponent?"

"Defend? For predators, 'food' can be used without the word 'defend'," Belltila said with undisguised contempt, but she obviously did not really despise the other party to the point where she didn't even plan. "Don't worry, I have prepared the best traps for him and his monster minions. Since he is so interested in the secrets buried deep in the ground, let him do it."

The master of the Thorin giant tree smiled and planned the next beautiful predation like an experienced predator. Then she gracefully picked up the steaming tea cup, gracefully raised it over her head, and gracefully poured the hot tea on her head.

Gao Wen looked at this scene with a confused look on his face, not even reacting to what happened. Then he looked at the woman in the green skirt in front of him and suddenly threw the teacup, bounced off the chair in a "swish", while pulling her hair in a mess and exclaiming: "Boil..."

At this time, Gao Wen reacted and reminded him several times on the other side: "You are in the neural network... Our tea is usually drinkable..."

"I'm used to watering..." Bell Tila stood in the flower field with her wet hair pulling her head and looked up at Gao Wen, and said quickly as she quickly as she turned pale, "I'll go back and continue to make a promotion plan!!"

The next second, her figure had completely disappeared in front of Gao Wen. Only the empty white flower fields and the round table and stool in the center of the flower fields were left. Gao Wen stood beside the table and looked at the direction of Belltila's disappearance for a moment. The scenes in some memories slowly emerged from the depths of memory. After a long time, he smiled in complex expressions and shook his head: "It's really an expression I haven't seen in seven hundred years..."

As he finished speaking, his figure also disappeared into the flower field. This "affiliated" space specially constructed by the neural nodes of the Thorin giant tree fell into darkness in the neural network.

...

Deep in the canopy of the Solin giant tree, in the "main consciousness cavity" formed by a large number of wooden structures and countless vines and leaves, a special model of immersion cabin is quietly running near the central platform, but the outer cover of the cabin remains open, and the interior of the cabin is empty. Only a large number of nerve fibers that look like thin vines grow and cluster from the nearby "floor" and "walls", spreading all the way into the cabin, and the suction cup structure at its end is attached to the metal contacts on the seat back.

Suddenly, the nerve fibers that were entangled and attached to the cockpit twitched for a while, then quickly escaped from each contact point, and in the blink of an eye all retreated between the shadows of the nearby wooden structure. On the nearby central platform, a ball of flower vines squirmed and retreated to the surroundings. From it, Bell Tira's mimicry avatar appeared. After breaking away from the link, it seemed that it was adapting to the sensory changes from the virtual world to the real world, and it was only after a few seconds that it completely returned to awake.

She raised her hand and touched the hard and rough-looking "hair" on the top of her head. She seemed a little depressed on her face without expression change. Her muttering voice came from the chamber: "It's so stupid, I'm so stupid..."

After a moment, the depressed mumbling turned into a cold self: "This embarrassment should be compensated by Bethlem..."

...

Burtlem suddenly had a cold war. Although no cold wind blew across the wasteland at this moment, his body that had been mutated for many years was no longer sensitive to the temperature changes in the outside world. At this time, he still felt a "cold" that soaked in his spirit like cold water that spread across his mouth and nose, and this chill made him look alert in an instant.

This is not an illusion that he has accumulated valuable experience in this area after many days of activity on the edge of this wilderness. This cold chill of soul is real. It is a sequelae left by spiritual attacks. It is also a "reliance" that he can still return here and get reused after making a series of terrible mistakes: this is the spiritual perception between predators and prey.

Unfortunately, he was in the prey position, and whenever this chill came, it meant that the terrible "predator" who had been alienated to the point of common sense was emitting strong hostility to him, meaning that the predator's sharp teeth were moving within a very dangerous distance nearby.

However, Bertleme has become accustomed to this. Anyway, the crazy "saint" has been emitting this hostility and "appetite" to him for a day or two, and for so many days, sabotage under this "hostility" is his main work.

"I sensed it," Bertleme quickly calmed down, his branches shaking in the winter wasteland, and many leaves pointed to the same position, "a large cluster of nerves, a very strong pulse of thinking... In the east direction, the signal had just appeared, there should be an unformed root system there, and act immediately!"

Behind Bethlem, several twisted tree men of various shapes and a large group of distorted bodies responded quickly. This "special team" began to quickly transfer under the command of the Dark Master, passing through the vast plains and poisonous river valleys, moving towards an area closer to the line of fire. Not long after the transfer began, a dark priest with a gray-black outer skin and a tree crown twisted like a vortex approached their commander: "Master Master, can we catch the 'organ' that emits the pulse of thinking this time?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure...we are getting closer and closer to that organ."

As Bethlem said quickly, he secretly issued a series of instructions to the nearby root network: to allow the offensive vines that are squirming underground to form a strangle encirclement, let the secretory organs that breed between the corpus create counter-attack pheromones, and to convert some of the "young vines" into themselves, simulate the neural signals of the living forest to get as close to the other party as possible, and before being recognized by the other party, the interfering toxins they carry were penetrated into the nearby soil as much as possible...

All of this is the "skills" he cultivated during the days when he was "fighting" with Belltila. Many of them were even the means he learned from the other party. These methods were incredible, but he must admit that the crazy "saint" did create many tactics that only plants could "think" after becoming a real plant, and these tactics were quite effective in the process of use.

Fortunately, everyone has the same origin. What Belltila can do, the root network deep in the wasteland can basically do. As long as a smart person can learn ideas from that crazy woman, countermeasures can come into being.

Burtleme felt that he was such a "smart person". This was the most proud and the only thing he could be proud of these days.

This even slightly diluted the shame and resentment he had accumulated after that failure.

At the same time, deep in the dark and corrupt wasteland, a fierce confrontation that ordinary people cannot see has rapidly erupted and intensified with Bertleme's instructions.

The roots belonging to the distal limbs of the giant Solin tree were strongly blocked during the spread south. Some of them had just grown and did not have complete combat capabilities to be strangled during the maturity process, and died in pieces between the soil and the underground river. The dark root network from the direction of the wasteland then launched a rapid "encirclement and suppression". A chilling sound of friction and wriggling sound echoed between the caves and channels underground. A large number of live vines drilled in the dark, intertwined into a encirclement net and released various toxins and tiny "bio soldiers" around. There were also mimicry, thin vines disguised as Solin root system spreading to the north and growing...

The counterattack of the Soling root system also arrived soon, no less than the opponent's attack methods, and the root system network belonging to the dark priests began to die on a large scale in the border areas...

These necrotic root tissues had already conveyed enough information to Bertleme before they died completely.

"The counterattack is very rapid...the concentrated and continuous pulse of thinking...the neural signals are gathering towards the eastern region..."

In the cold wilderness, Bethlem led the team to quickly move to the target location while carefully sensing the information coming from below. Suddenly, a sense of joy surged into his heart.

While this joy surged, he was also feeling the increasingly obvious and stronger "Prector's breath". This predator's breath brought him almost instinctive fear. Two completely opposite emotions impacted his no longer normal spirit. The process of repeatedly tearing his consciousness made Bertleme even more excited. An abnormal excitement made him shout loudly to his followers: "We have caught everyone! Fellows, we have caught it!"

"Master, you mean..." A low-level dark priest was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted, "Are you saying that what we caught this time was the 'thinking organ'?"

"Yes, I sensed those strong pulses of thinking, and the nerve signals that kept gathering towards the target location. We caught it," Bertleme said gritting his teeth (although he has no teeth now). "The crazy woman can extend her consciousness to such a long distance, and can easily control the truth of such a huge body with her own strength... We finally caught it with her thought auxiliary organ!"

While speaking, he had already sensed that he had arrived near the target location and immediately ordered his followers to stop to prevent falling into the trap.

No matter how excited he was, Bethlem still maintained his basic judgment and calmness. He knew how cunning the "Ancient Saint" named Belltila was, and he also knew that there was no unreasonable good luck in this world. Maybe it exists, but he didn't believe that such things would fall on him.

The target was ahead, but he didn't dare to rush over and dig it down rashly. Who knew what the crazy woman had prepared there? Maybe after he ran over, a big hole was cracked on the ground, and below was a stomach sac full of sharp teeth and digestive juices?

"Master, how can we get over?" asked the low-level dark priest.

Burtleme did not respond, but secretly colluded with the root network underground, which was fighting fiercely with the enemy. After a moment, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded, and then a thick soil and rock were torn a gap by the forces from the underground. A "channel" leading to the underground, surrounded by countless living vines and roots appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!