Pittman is a very professional druid - although he also claims to be a professional archaeologist, psychologist, spellist, fortune teller and cook, and because of this series of "self-proclaiming", the old man is really a professional druid.

After all, he was a figure who had been able to become a middle-level priest in the Death Society of All Things (if he hadn't been living a life, he might have been a high-level rank long ago). Moreover, after running away from the Death Society, he could still seamlessly run to the Eternal Midwich Clan to become a middle-level rank. Behind this seemingly unreliable behavior is not just a leap left and right - a person without real skills can try jumping like this between two dark sects who speak with their strength?

It would be better to say that with Pittman's style of behavior that is more shameless than Amber, it is already very telling that he can live a long life without leaving any lifelong disability.

So after exclaiming, the big druid with real materials wandered around the biological tissue on the platform for two rounds, and finally confirmed that the "hair" that emerged between the flesh and blood was actually a fine root, and the roots were wrapped with some kind of nerve nodes. This unique structure made his eyes squint: "It's interesting...where did you find this thing?"

"The front line was dug out, just in the open land in the east. We found that a large number of distortions and biochemical synthetic beasts gathered in that area, so we sent a dragon combat brigade to wipe it out. After the battle, the dragon commander led the team found that there was still magical reaction underground, so he dug out such a thing," Rebecca immediately explained the origin of this "sample". After saying that, he did not forget to add, "In addition, I suspect they had a mouth when they dug..."

When Pitman heard this, he nodded suddenly: "No wonder, when I came, I saw a black dragon lying on the railing and vomiting, and his bitter gallbladder was almost spitting out..."

The expressions of several researchers next to him became more and more strange, but fortunately the strange topic did not continue. Rebecca quickly focused on the biological organization: "Old man, can you tell what this is?"

"A large neural tissue consists of countless nerve fibers, nutrient pipes and a tough-textured 'skin shell'. There may be more complex support structures inside," Pittman said casually. "The 'tenodes' on its surface still retain nerve activity. It should have the function of sending and receiving information outwards - of course it is definitely not possible now. The body is dead, and the remaining nerve activity is just the final biochemical reaction of the cells. Do you think there are a large number of aberrants and biochemical synthetic beasts gathered around this thing?"

"Yes, that's a gathering point," said an assistant researcher, "but we didn't catch the dark priests who commanded the aberrations..."

The main forces of the Wasteland Legion are now concentrated near the Deep Blue Well battlefield. The distorted bodies encountered on the Alliance front are basically a group of mobs who lack command, but this does not mean that no one is controlled behind these distorted bodies - the distorted bodies that completely lose command will be directly "wild", and those biochemical and synthetic beasts will scatter directly. This completely out of control unit does not even have the effect of blocking the Alliance army. Therefore, even in the current situation, the units left by the Wasteland Legion on the Alliance front have basic command. Even if this "command" has dropped to the point where only the monsters gather together, the command system behind it does exist.

This is not only clear to the commanders of the alliance. The experts and scholars who study wasteland and distortions on the scene also understand that there must be a command node behind the distortions, and even if it is reduced to only one, this node must exist.

"It's strange to say," Rebecca muttered, touching her chin, "I don't know when, the figures of the dark priests were not seen on the battlefield at all... Although they have always been hiding far from the front line, no matter how far they are, they cannot completely escape from their legions, but they cannot be seen at all during this period..."

"It seems that my guess is true..." Pittman pinched his increasingly sparse beard and looked at the flesh and blood tissue on the platform again, his eyes became obviously serious, "This is the command node of those monsters now..."

"...ah?" Rebecca was shocked. Although she had a big idea, she had never thought about this idea. "You said this thing... is commanding those distorted bodies and synthetic beasts? This is..."

"I guess our opponents have also learned something in the process of fighting us... This neural tissue may be a copy of the 'synthetic brain'," Pittman said slowly. "The ultimate death of all things will be of the same origin as the technology of the Thorin Giant Tree. The synthetic brain is a biological calculation unit cultivated by the Thorin Giant Tree. Then all things in the wasteland will eventually be able to imitate similar things after knowing this kind of thing - although it seems that due to the tight time, they only created this simple thing, but the flexibility of this idea is pretty good..."

"...I think the master brain of the Dawn is much better than this thing," Rebecca couldn't help but frown and mutter, "You said yes, master brain?"

Several monitoring devices on the lab ceiling are aimed at the biological tissue on the platform, and the neutral voice of the main brain comes from the voice synthesizer: "Thank you for your praise, creator, but I don't understand the concept of 'aesthetic'. I think as a tool, it's good to be able to achieve design purposes and meet the standards of costs and benefits..."

"You don't have to be so serious, I just say it casually," Rebecca waved his hand, then looked back on the sample on the platform. She frowned slightly, "But then... have all the command nodes on the front line now become this... ugly 'synthetic brain'? All the dark priests have retreated to the near the Deep Blue Well?"

"...It's hard to say, our allies on several other fronts have also reported similar situations. They haven't seen Dark Priest appear on the front battlefield recently," a researcher muttered, "But we don't know what the center of the battlefield looks like. We only heard that there are now full of monsters. I hope that the high-altitude reconnaissance team that set off at noon today can..."

Before the researcher finished speaking, he heard a somewhat urgent voice suddenly coming from the carrier-based broadcasting system: "Note, the medical team and the aircraft engineering team immediately go to the C-331 take-off and landing platform, repeat, please ask the medical team and the aircraft engineering team to go immediately..."

Rebecca was shocked in an instant and immediately called the control center of Dawn of the Earth: "Master, what happened?"

"The high-altitude reconnaissance formation was fatally attacked, and only one of the four aircraft was barely back. The pilot was seriously injured," the main brain's voice was still calm, but the speech was very fast. "...The fire in the aircraft has been controlled, and the pilot has not yet escaped from danger."

"Prepare the traffic cabin," as soon as the master's mind finished speaking, Pittman immediately walked towards the door in a hurry, and was so fast that he didn't look like an old man. "Let the young guys over there hold the driver's life first, and I will arrive at the scene soon..."

"I'll go too!" Rebecca followed Pitman in a few steps, and while following the other party to the traffic pipeline, a huge question arose in her mind - the high-altitude reconnaissance formation was shot down? And it sounded almost wiped out? How could this be possible?! When did the Wasteland Legion have this level of air defense firepower?

There are flying troops in the Wasteland Legion, which was confirmed in the early stages of the war. It was a disgusting monster with a swollen head, like a mutated and expanding flesh and blood balloon. It could fly to a height similar to the Dragoons and use a variety of magic to fight in the air. To be honest, when dealing with small and medium-sized flying units, the monster was still a bit threatening, but the alliance not only had the Dragoons - a huge air fortress, fully armed dragon descendants, and the Tallond Expeditionary Force with extremely strong individual strength. In the face of these overwhelming forces, the air power of the Wasteland Legion has been suppressed and hit, and its ground air defense firepower is even more prominent.

As for the high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft released by Dawn of the World... it is a super high-altitude aircraft designed recently. It has added a closed-circulation survival system on the basis of the Dragoon, and uses the high-altitude flight technology provided by the dragon, and can even fly for a long time in the magic turbulent layer. That altitude has far exceeded the flight limit of Dawn of the World, and is even higher than that of many ordinary dragons. Just relying on the powerless air defense missiles and egg-free air units of the Wasteland Legion... can the aircraft flying in the turbulent layer be knocked down? They can't even reach them if they launch their mothers!

The shot put in the Cecil Empire was full of vulgar words at this time, and soon came to the C-331 take-off and landing platform with Pitman. They first saw the high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft that was almost disintegrated - the rune amplification ring that was wider than an ordinary dragoon had broken, and there were large traces of burnt and falling off at the bottom of the cockpit. The anti-gravity ring was dull and dull, and the flank-like structure was torn apart. It was a miracle that this posture could last until it returned to the air home port.

The pilot who escaped death was near the take-off and landing platform. Due to his serious injuries, he could not be transferred directly to the medical center. The medical team could only provide emergency treatment for the warrior on the spot. Now he was lying in a central depression, with many runes painted on the surface and a metal platform with wheels at the bottom. His body was covered with a sac-shaped translucent sealing cover, and only his head was exposed. The lid was filled with thin-colored biomass solution. Several druids and holy light nuns were constantly releasing healing and purification spells. Now it seems that the situation of the injured has finally stabilized.

A person in charge of handling the situation on site saw Pitman and Rebecca appear and immediately came forward: "His Highness Rebecca, Master Pitman, you are here--"

"How is the wounded?" Rebecca asked in a hurry without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "How did he get knocked down?"

"The wounded have not escaped from danger, but the situation has stabilized - if nothing unexpected happens, life can be saved," the person in charge nodded immediately and said, "The aircraft was severely damaged by some kind of high-energy attack. From the outside, it was not directly attacked, but it was severely damaged just by passing by. The specific situation still needs to be analyzed later..."

"I'll go over and take a look first." Pittman turned around and walked towards the wounded. After coming to the medical device, his brows finally stretched out.

The person in charge said that the wounded had not yet escaped from danger, but in Pitman's opinion, the young man's life has been saved - and his future recovery should not be too bad.

"You are quite dead," the old druid pulled his beard, and activated several runes beside the medical device and said, "A little later, your main organs will be exhausted..."

The pilot suddenly regained his consciousness for a moment. He saw the old druid standing in front of him, blinking his eyes hard, and an arm soaked in the biomass solution seemed to try to lift it. Pittman frowned first, then reacted and looked up in the direction of Rebecca: "He might have photographed something - see if the recording equipment on the reconnaissance plane is still there!"

Rebecca turned his head and looked at the mage technicians busy around the almost disintegrating aircraft. Before she could ask, one of the mage technicians whose body half had penetrated into the mechanical cabin suddenly came out of it, holding a light blue chip less than half a palm-sized one in his hand: "The magic net terminal was destroyed, but the recording crystal was intact!"

A moment later, this recording crystal, which was intact due to layers of armor protection, was sent to the command center of Dawn. After the crystal was placed into the magic net terminal of the command center, the images stored inside were also successfully extracted-

The first half is a normal high-altitude reconnaissance image record. The specially made sense crystal magnifies the surface situation. The battlefield situation near the deep blue well area was also presented to the mortal army for the first time. The distorted bodies and biochemical synthetic beasts that surged on the earth like a black tide of mud made their scalp numb, and the purple-black mist floating near the surface, as if some kind of exotic erosion effect was impressive, but at least, these are all imaginable things.

——Comparing with the scene recorded at the end of the image.

A wriggling, weird, creepy "living creature" suddenly appeared on the picture. Its main body covered a hill, and a large number of city walls and mountainous branches extended around it. There were grid-like flesh and blood gradually forming between the branches. The entire terrifying structure covered almost a whole plain. It undulates in the picture, its edges creeping on the ground, and countless "branches" that look like forests and limbs exploring from its surface to the sky. The army of distorted bodies gathered like tides... Compared with this behemoth, it is like a small splash of water rippling around a huge rock.

Jinna Prince and Rebecca stood in front of the holographic projection and stared at it for a long time before finally realizing that this thing covering the entire earth looked like a bulging forest, and something that was constantly moving on the surface... was "a creature".

It was a single individual, a growing individual, a... a "monster" who ruled the wasteland army and was constantly devouring the wasteland army into its own source of nutrition...
Chapter completed!