Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 702 The world does not allow such a powerful existence

Matter and energy are conserved. The spiritual matter that was trapped in this world by the brain-eating demon clan is simply inactive, not disappearing out of thin air.

Where did they go? Apparently they were deposited in the oil beneath the seabed!
Byron raised his hand, and a drop of dark golden oil broke through the sediment layer and fell onto his fingertips.

By the way, I borrowed Violet's [Equivalent Exchange, Origin Vortex] to conduct a precise analysis of its components.

"A few months ago, when I saw the Star-Moon Empire take out the weapon 'Water and Fire', I told Amita and the others to gather people to dig thoroughly underground on the west coast.

During this period they have discovered a number of large oil fields with considerable reserves.

A group of whale oil mechanics sent out to conduct field research also sent back test reports and dozens of research papers, proving the value of this substance. "

The report said that when used as a fuel, oil has a very high energy density, which is in no way inferior to whale oil in the sea.

Moreover, after refined distillation or catalytic cracking, these two fuels can actually produce a light blue high-energy liquid with exactly the same composition.

So those whale oil mechanics still call this purified substance: whale oil.

The previous whale oil-powered furnaces did not require any modification and could directly use this new fuel.

Anyway, Standard Whale Oil Company's forte is standardization. It is a piece of cake to mix petroleum and whale oil into oil products with uniform grades.

As for why Byron is so concerned about oil when he already has the Mei's Leviathan whale oil, which can be continuously renewed and is equivalent to unlimited energy?
That’s because in his time, oil was not only an important power fuel, but also the basic raw material of modern chemical industry!
Its value is far beyond that of the guano stone on Nauru Island.

Hundreds of very useful chemical products can be extracted from petroleum, such as plastics, synthetic fibers, synthetic rubber, detergents, dyes, medicines, pesticides, explosives and fertilizers, to name a few.

These products are widely used in daily life and industrial production. Naturally, oil has become an important material for modern industry, agriculture and national defense, and is called: "the blood of industry"!
This is something that whale oil cannot replace.

Not only that, this oil, which is formed by the decomposition of a large number of extraordinary creatures and contains strong spirituality, is different from ordinary oil.

The ingredients are more complex and more useful than in the world without magic.

Since oil is transformed from the remains of ancient organisms, it contains a large amount of spiritual residues, hatred, and resentment that are precipitated and compressed after the death of organisms. These things are widely used in mysticism.

It is especially loved by magical undead creatures such as liches like my cousin Edward.

It can serve as an excellent spellcasting material, and can also be used as the main material for strange weapons such as the Wraith Cannon, Soul Explosion Bomb, Soul Borer, etc., giving wings to the war of conquest on the edge of the world.

If these residues are further refined, one of the ingredients called "life tar" can be used to industrially refine low-grade red medicine liquid and philosopher's stone.

If it is used to make medicine, no one would dare to eat it, but if it is used to enchant substances, it is undoubtedly a treasure.

So this is not only the chemical industry, but also the blood of the extraordinary industry!
Even if it is non-renewable, it doesn’t matter. In the future, there will be plenty of worlds and extraordinary races that can be used as “human mines” for them.

Byron quickly read out the composition of the world's oil, his face filled with joy:
“The Brain Eater reached the top with a strength far greater than ours, and then fell into the sea like a comet.

After closing the entire material world, except for the mythical submarine named Nautilus, which might have been brought to my world by the Kraken, all other essences are here.

The quality of oil is much better than that of the West Coast, so we don’t have to worry about our world not being able to upgrade.

I have the ability to make the pie bigger and draw energy from the outside world to benefit the whole world.

And what can the world will, which was born out of the prosperity of mankind and has not made any contribution to the world, rely on to compete with me for dominance?

This is called equity dilution. I want to see if you will follow it or not?"

If we only develop resources within the world, no matter how much we develop, it will only be an internal cycle of energy and matter, and we will never be able to escape the control of the world's will.

According to the law of inertia: "When the external force acting on an object is zero, inertia manifests itself as the object maintaining its state of motion unchanged, that is, remaining stationary or moving in a straight line at a uniform speed."

With the anchor of correct history from the outside world in Byron's body, plus the energy input from outside the system, it is enough to turn the operating mode of the material world upside down.

Byron no longer hesitated, and immediately opened his kingdom of God, took out the materials and began to build a space beacon.

The improvement of civilization will cause the apocalyptic flood to happen earlier than expected.

The resources accumulated over countless years by an entire planet are definitely enough to allow the First British Empire to achieve industrial take-off in a short period of time and escape the line between life and death!
At this time, another Byron also successfully reached the first world downstream.

As the water of the River Styx continued to flow downward, he was unable to encounter any undead spirits in advance.

"squeak"

"Ow—!"

Compared to the lifeless upstream side, this side is full of vitality. Some of the biological populations are similar to those in their own world, while others are completely different.

When Byron passed through a world barrier that was not very strong, and then jumped over the edge of the world into the "sunny side", it was like he had rushed into an ancient era that was even more barbaric than the Paleozoic Era.

It floated lightly in the breeze and landed on a large bluestone in the middle of a clear stream.

I looked up at the yellow sun in the sky, which was similar to the one in my own world. It was emitting endless light and heat, and the air was filled with restless vitality.

He knew that the Styx was the embodiment of death and would only connect to places where living things existed or had existed before, and would never lead to a desolate world without any life.

This is the quality assurance of "Steriod Selection".

Byron once again released [Divine Vision] to read the information of this world, and soon came to the conclusion:

“The water level here is obviously much lower than that in my world. According to the records in the collective subconscious of mankind, it is roughly equivalent to the level in the early Paleozoic era.

That is the period when the Mother of Monsters, the Mother of Creation, the God of Plenty and Nova gained consciousness.

As intelligent creatures emerged and began to build primitive civilizations, the source tide gradually approached here. The upper limit should allow a very small number of elites to grow to a low-sequence level equivalent to the second-level professional level.

It's almost the same when I got here. Except for the power of my body and the unity of all things, all other authorities have been weakened to a low sequence.

There is also a benefit, that is, the source of the mysticism of these worlds is the sea of ​​​​source, as long as they are within the radiation range of this spiritual sea, all systems can be compatible with each other."

As soon as Byron finished speaking, blood flashed in his palm and turned into a scarlet rapier. With a swing in the air, he cut a mosquito-like creature with a sharp mouthpart and larger than a human into two halves.

Just at the moment when the bloody smell spread from the giant mosquito's body.

call out!call out!call out!
In the grass by the river, leeches larger than pythons were swarming like crossbows. Countless white lines were flying in the water. They were actually a large group of piranhas with red bellies.

Byron wasn't surprised and didn't even blink.

The overall environment of this world is equivalent to a tropical rainforest. The restless vitality will swallow all nutrients into its stomach at lightning speed.

This ecosystem may appear prosperous on the surface, but in reality it is a green desert. Except for the bodies of various organisms, no nutrients are left outside.

Byron raised his hand and pointed at the yellow sun in the sky which was bigger than his own world. He actually pinched billions of rays of sunlight between his fingers, and then flicked his fingers at the attacking leeches and piranhas.

Om-!
The buzzing sounds piercing the air became one and the golden threads transformed from light energy pierced through the body of each target accurately. Before the blood could flow out, the whole body was burned to ashes, without triggering a more violent riot.

The foundation of Byron's authority [One is All, All is One] is "All things return to one", and he is not affected by the lower-lower demons in this world who are lower than the lower demons.

When one imitates the heavens, copies the earth, and stands on an equal footing with the will of the world, it is nothing more than a matter of the upper limit of one's power.

Anyway, no matter how high or low the world ceiling is, the opponent will not be higher than Byron.

He now has the qualifications to speak out:

“In this world, all individuals are suppressed, and even if a true god comes, he can only exert insignificant power.

So here, I am invincible below the True God, and I can trade with anyone above the True God!"

As the ashes drifted away, the hissing sounds of snakes in the forest beside the creek gradually subsided.

Through his [Divine Vision], Byron could clearly see that in the tall forest that blocked out the sun, there was approximately one poisonous snake for every five square meters. Some were in the tree canopy hundreds of meters high, while others were hiding in the grass on the ground.

They are poisonous snakes, and many of them are over 10 to 20 meters in length, so they can easily swallow a human in one bite.

Walking in this kind of forest will definitely bring surprises at every moment.

"The oxygen content is high, the climate is generally warm, and the land here is probably still inhabited by various insects and reptiles.

Intelligent creatures should also appear among these two." Byron was about to look for the intelligent creatures in this world that caused the sea of ​​​​source to descend, to see if they were worth saving.

Suddenly he stopped and laughed:

"I seem to have become the 'Creator' in the myth, examining the conduct of humans on earth and deciding whether they will live or die in the world-destroying flood.

This damn sense of fatalism."

At this moment, Byron became aware of a furtive figure in the nearby forest, which suddenly appeared in his mind.

It's like an invisible electric current interacting, stimulating the body to produce a stress response, causing the skin pores to bulge slightly and forming goose bumps.

The next moment, a figure that almost blended perfectly with the forest suddenly pounced in front of him, and its insect-like mouthparts bit towards his throat.

While attacking the enemy, a long tail appears behind him, and the cone-like tip pierces his chest.

Byron frowned and said in a low voice:
"Certainly!"

The attacker was only equivalent to a second-level professional transcendent. He had no power to resist him and was immediately fixed in mid-air.

Then, light and shadow flickered on the person's body, and some extraordinary ability used for camouflage collapsed, allowing Byron to finally see the true appearance of this "jungle killer" with his naked eyes.

"Is this the intelligent creature from this world? I was just about to look for you, but you came to me on your own initiative.

But looking at its appearance, is it a snake man? A lizard man? Or some kind of insect? This is too abstract."

The attacker was at least two meters tall, and the main body looked like a green reptile with four limbs, patchy scales on its body, and a long tail behind its buttocks.

It just has the characteristics of insects on the basis of reptiles. Its mouth is exactly the same as the ferocious mouthparts of insects, and there are round chitinous shells growing on its head and shoulders.

There were hundreds of small braids behind her head, I didn't know if they grew naturally or were specially braided. They were not hair, but rather looked like protruding nerves.

The most important thing is that the person who came was holding a short knife made of stone in his hand, which truly proved his/her identity as an intelligent creature.

Byron was at a loss for words about the image of this intelligent race, but he did not hastily make a judgment. Instead, he used telepathy to ask the creature:

"Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

It is difficult to lie in a telepathic conversation. The natives of this world probably have not developed similar telepathic abilities. When the other party screamed out a local language, Byron also learned his true thoughts:

“I am the insect warrior Bibabu.

I attack you to reproduce! You are the mother I have chosen.

The fact that you can easily kill those piranhas and leeches shows that you are very powerful.

And since your head is so big, the child you give birth to will not only be powerful, but also smarter. This is the experience left by our ancestors in the bloodline inheritance."

"The Matrix? Me??!"

Now Byron finally understood why a native extraordinary species who was obviously not very strong would give him goose bumps all over his body.

His gaze returned to the insect man's tail that was fixed in mid-air.

The sharp tip opened and closed like a petal, revealing a translucent fleshy egg inside that was about to be ejected.

You can clearly see a small worm curled up in the egg.

It resembles the insect part of this native, but it doesn't look very reptilian.

There is no doubt that this is an insect parasite.

It is hermaphroditic, and as long as there is one of them, it can reproduce continuously until a large population is formed.

Their tails are both weapons and reproductive organs. Whenever they penetrate another creature's body, they lay their eggs.

These eggs develop rapidly by absorbing the host's flesh, blood, and genes, and eventually break out of the body after they are fully developed, becoming a new individual with both the insect and the host's genes.

It has the advantages of both groups and can also accumulate superior genes to be passed down from generation to generation, such as being smarter, stronger, faster, and more gifted.
Byron's face turned pale whenever he imagined himself being parasitized as the "matrix", and a thought echoed in his mind:
"You have already received the means to die!"

After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and placed it on the other person's head, using the individual in front of him as a medium to touch the collective subconscious of this group.

The most convenient way to understand the collective character of a group is to look at its collective consciousness.

Collective consciousness is equivalent to the "animality" of an individual, and its true nature can be seen at a glance.

As soon as they made contact, Byron's expression suddenly changed.

Because the collective consciousness of this ethnic group is completely different from the collective consciousness of primates [Alaya].

When Byron accidentally came into contact with Alaya, it did not show any of the most basic emotions that all animals should have, such as curiosity, closeness, or hostility.

They don't even have the most important thing for all living things to survive: wariness towards strangers.

There is only one pure pan-consciousness.

The consciousness of this ethnic group is completely different.

Although it is thousands of times weaker than Alaya and should have been born only a short time ago, it is highly unified and does not have any sense of a mob with chaotic thoughts.

Although it is still sleeping and growing, it has gradually shown signs of developing self-awareness.

After noticing that Byron's aura was inconsistent with his own, he immediately responded strongly and let out a piercing scream at every individual at the end of the collective consciousness:

"Destroy the invaders! Destroy the invaders!"

He also provided the coordinates of the current individual, causing all other nearby bugs to come and hunt Byron down.

Not only that, Byron also discovered that this parasite not only parasitizes other species in the real world.

In the spiritual world, their collective consciousness also parasitizes on the collective subconsciousness of other ethnic groups, absorbing nutrients from the entire world's biosphere to nourish themselves.

If this continues, this world will never give birth to its own world will. The collective will of the insects is the will of the world!
Or to put it another way - hive consciousness.

It will naturally become the only god in this world, the god above all gods!
“The most important thing is to see its reaction.

The nature of this group is to fight, devour, and reproduce. They regard everything in the world as nutrients to strengthen themselves. In essence, they are a group of "gene robbers."

It was this ability that allowed them to evolve into intelligent creatures with brains in the primitive era equivalent to the Paleozoic era.

Once they are allowed to grow up and form a hive consciousness, they will definitely be the most terrifying killing machines and a military group with unparalleled organization.

As long as they reach other worlds, they will quickly plunder all the biological resources of an entire world.

And since their favorite food is 'creatures with big heads', they are destined to be the enemy of all intelligent creatures in the world."

There was a fierce light flashing in Byron's eyes.

As a qualified [Human Emperor], the Dark Forest Law naturally emerged in his mind:

The universe is like a dark forest, and every civilization is like a hunter with a gun. In order to survive, they must hide themselves carefully. Once exposed, if they do not shoot first, they will be destroyed by other civilizations.

Does he dare to bet that the other party is a pacifist and will have good intentions towards humans?
He doesn't dare!
Risk is the product of the severity of the consequences and the probability of occurrence. The severity of this incident is infinite, and even if the probability of occurrence is only one in a billion, it is unbearable.

Byron looked at more insects quickly jumping out of the nearby forest, and coldly issued a doomsday judgment on this group of people:

"The world does not allow such a powerful person to exist. The pirate nation only needs me.

We won't drink the world-destroying flood, we'll give it all to you!"

Just like a naughty child preparing to pour boiling water into an ant nest, your destruction has nothing to do with you.

(End of this chapter)