Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 95 Searching for the Wolf Outside the City

On the walls of the Xin tribe, the number of soldiers at night is twice that during the day.

Soldiers carrying torches patrolled back and forth everywhere to ensure that there were no gaps in the city walls.

In addition, in order to disrupt the sense of smell of wild animals and affect their actions, the defensive line was equipped with wooden chutes at intervals to dump filth.

Two men on night watch pushed a cart full of waste up to the front and dumped the new filth into a wooden basket.

"There's not a soul in sight outside, yet we have to dump all this rotten intestines out truckload after truckload, it's giving me a headache from the stench." The young voice was full of complaints.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work." The older voice interrupted him, pulling the winch on the chute. "If the commander says to throw it, then throw it. Just because the beasts aren't moving doesn't mean they've retreated. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can change shifts."

The chains were aching from friction. The wooden basket was pushed onto the edge of the chute and tilted outwards.

A human figure was mixed in with the falling objects.

Xin Wu plummeted from the towering city wall along with the piles of filth, crashing onto the wasteland below. The rotting organs acted as a cushion, and thanks to his extraordinary physique, he emerged unharmed.

The sound of a wooden basket being pulled back came from above, and the footsteps of the night watchmen gradually faded into the distance.

Outside the city walls, all was plunged into pure darkness.

The grayish-white fog hung heavy in the night, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench.

But Xinwu could only move forward in the dark.

If the light were seen by the clansmen, there would inevitably be many misunderstandings since I left the city without permission.

Moreover, dire wolves in the wild have begun to spread, and he could encounter one at any time.

He lay prone in the stench-filled pile of junk, not in a hurry to get up. He waited for a long time.

After confirming that there were no unusual sounds around him, he slowly sat up.

He tightly wrapped the sword in his outer garment, tucking it under his arm. The sword still resisted him, digging painfully into his ribs.

He ignored it and just squeezed it tighter.

He groped his way forward along the edge of the battlefield. The ground beneath his feet had been disturbed by the earlier fighting, making each step uneven.

It was so dark that visibility was less than five meters.

I hadn't gone far when my toes hit a hard obstacle.

Xinwu crouched down and felt around; it was a shattered cast iron shield. Behind the shield, leaning against the body of a Xin Clan warrior, the warrior still clutching a broken spear, frozen in a thrusting stance.

He paused for a moment, then walked around the body and continued forward.

The surrounding ruins grew denser and denser, until finally, beside a huge crater, he saw the corpses of the enemy.

It was a dire wolf pinned to the spot by a spear, half of its body charred by the dark golden heartfire.

It was probably his father's doing.

To throw a spear from the city wall to this spot and kill the enemy, one can only imagine the terrifying power required.

Xinwu stepped forward and used one end of his sword sheath to pry open the remaining flesh and blood in the abdomen of the corpse.

empty.

The soft tissue inside had long since disappeared, leaving only a shriveled shell.

Does the symbiotic insect die when the host dies?

But the dire wolf carcass I brought back to the city earlier clearly contained those worms.

He stood up and continued searching in a different direction.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly in the darkness.

He wandered like a ghost along the edge of the battlefield, avoiding the slightest disturbance, rummaging through the wreckage.

The second one.

The fifth one.

The eleventh body.

……

He searched from late at night until dawn. The chill of the wasteland almost froze his joints. The long sword under his arm tore through his clothes, leaving several thin, bloody gashes on his arms and ribs.

He could only tear off the leather from the fallen members of his tribe and wrap it around his wounds to cover the smell.

After searching all night, the remains of more than a dozen mutated dire wolves were all identical.

Do those wolf packs also have the habit of cleaning up the battlefield?

But instead of feeding on the corpses of their own kind, they take away the worms from their bodies...

Was it because the previous connection had alerted the enemy and allowed them to guess his intentions?

This is really troublesome.

Xinwu gritted his teeth and continued his search.

After an unknown amount of time, the dark fog gradually turned pale white.

Its daybreak.

The morning light couldn't penetrate the thick fog, only slightly brightening the surrounding gray-white.

The night's efforts were all in vain, and a wave of exhaustion washed over me.

Xinwu leaned against a broken wooden stake and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Just then, a sickening chewing sound came from the depths of the fog ahead.

Interspersed with the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Xinwu immediately stopped what he was doing, pulled his body back into the shadow of the wooden stake, and peered forward through the thin morning mist.

A massive outline is faintly visible.

A lone mutated behemoth lay on the ground, tearing apart the remains of its kind. Several dark red tentacles grew from its back and hovered in the air, keeping watch on its surroundings.

After searching all night, he finally encountered a living creature.

Xinwu leaned against the wooden stake, trying to adjust to a more concealed posture.

A crisp sound came from beneath my feet.

A piece of dead wood buried in the dust was broken by the weight.

The sound wasn't loud.

The mutated behemoth that was tearing apart the remains paused for a moment, but didn't seem to care much and continued eating.

But at the same time, the dark red tentacles on its back, which had been wandering around at will, stopped moving.

With a soft cracking sound as flesh tore apart, the tips of the tentacles flipped outwards, revealing rows of gray-black eyeballs.

Dozens of eyes were moving in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, tentacles extended along the ground, with several silently approaching the location where Xinwu was hiding.

Above the clouds.

Seeing the changes below, Su Cheng couldn't resist sharing his thoughts and introduced them to Liang Jiu, who was sitting opposite him.

"Every cell of a living organism contains complete genetic material. That is to say, under certain conditions, a somatic cell can differentiate into any organ."

Liang Jiu looked at the images on the screen.

"This was originally a discovery made by a scholar from frogs, right? By altering the bioelectric field, they tricked the cells, causing somatic cells to transform into other organs," Liang Jiu responded. "But these worms shouldn't have the genes for eyes, right? Or was it added because of your twisted sense of humor?"

"The genes for the eyes come from the dire wolf. The simpler the life form, the greater its plasticity. Their genes are more concise, allowing for more modifications. A perfect creature should possess a comprehensive sensory system, with no blind spots in vision, and senses of taste, smell, hearing, touch..."

"It seems your sense of smell for dire wolves isn't very good," Liang Jiu said.

"Isn't it because your family members are dumping garbage on the battlefield every day? You probably don't even have a chance to talk to them, do you?"

"I'm really curious, Liang Jiu, what exactly are your family plotting?"

Su Cheng wanted to find a more comfortable position on the plastic chair.

But as he moved, the silk threads tightened, and his expression darkened.