I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 347

God knows what kind of fertilizer Brandon poured on these plants, but obviously those young people wasted more than ten minutes here before, but they just cut off a few wrist-thick vines.

What really blocked the gate of the Metropolitan Museum were a few vines with thick thighs. They seemed to have grown there for 100 years, squeezed the original gate and then filled the hole with their own bodies.

These plants were obviously affected by Brandon Mann's supernatural ability, and the flame of hatred was somewhat effective on them. With the blessing of the gray-black flame, the cutting machine smoothly cut into those plants.

Or it wasn't the damage caused by the cutting at all. Under the influence of the flames, the plants became extremely loose, almost breaking at the touch of a touch, and there was no need to exert much force at all.

"Wow!" An anchor behind Tang Ji looked at the flames, and suddenly realized who he was filming, and the whole person suddenly fell into ecstasy.

But before he could turn on the live broadcast, Mikkelsen behind him shook his head and confiscated their filming equipment with a pistol.

No one likes to watch boring preparations, so this small team did not start the live broadcast immediately, but just recorded their preparation process with equipment, and planned to release it as a sideshow after the action.

Under the threat of gunpoint, several anchors quickly moved out of the way. Mikkelsen wrote down their phone numbers and identity information one by one before letting them go.

The pioneers are not gods, and their advantages on the Internet cannot be realized in the real world. Where did Tang Ji appear and what was he doing? Even if those idiots post the news on the Internet, it will take some time for it to ferment and be noticed by the pioneers arrive.

What's more, in order to prolong the reaction time of the Blazers as much as possible, Mikkelsen set up a special department to spread tens of thousands of various news about Tang Ji on the Internet every day, and one tenth of them are equipped with attractive videos. Some of these videos were edited from previous scenes, while others were simply synthesized.

In war, one attack and one defense are always evolving, and no one can rely on a single advantage to lead from the beginning to the end.

Afterwards, Mikkelsen, Wang Zhengdao and Vicky found a comfortable place across the street, waiting for the results of the matter in the museum.

The interior of the Metropolitan Museum looks like the depths of a rainforest at this time. The plants that block the sky and the sun block all external passages, and the light can only shine in through the gaps in the leaves of the plants.

A few areas where the lines are not damaged are still lit, and some light-loving plants form groups around the lamp body, each group is composed of different species, and the blooming of hundreds of flowers makes this place look like a botanical museum.

Tang Ji stood in the hall and looked at the former civilization collection. The gray-black flames spread along the floor to the surroundings, as if the drama of humans conquering nature was re-enacted.

The vines clinging to the wall and the round arched doorway were unable to support their huge size and the ethnic groups fell to the ground in a hurry, and finally turned into ashes. A map and historical introductions engraved on the wall with laser appeared in front of Tang Ji .

It says that the history of the Metropolitan Museum in Central Park originated in 1874. The first building belonging to the museum began to be built and put into use in 1880. It was an independent building with only seven areas.

Of course, Tang Ji didn't care about this. As a young generation born during the second corporate war, he was never interested in the history and past of this country.

In the public school he attended, the history teacher was a Hispanic, and she was obviously more interested in Aztec civilization.

The painting requested in the entrustment was originally exhibited in the European painting art exhibition area on the third floor, but at that time the entire museum was urgently relocating the entire museum’s cultural relics due to the ever-spreading green plants, and those precious artworks and cultural relics needed to be executed Very strict transfer and storage process, so it was placed in the third batch of migration process.

As a result, no one expected that just overnight, the forest in Central Park sealed off the entire museum, and even the staff who sorted out the materials inside were out of contact.

Before John Fleming entered the negotiation, the museum had already hired two teams to enter the museum area to recover cultural relics.

The first team recovered 750 boxed cultural relics and more than 300 cultural relics that had not been effectively protected in the area on the first floor. One-third of these cultural relics were damaged, and no missing museum staff were found.

But on the third day, they were infected with a poisonous spore, and two-thirds of them developed severe allergic reactions. In the end, six people remained in the museum forever.

The second recovery team, which carried more comprehensive protection and weapons, lost contact with the outside world less than 10 minutes after entering the museum area, and the people outside only heard a burst of moderate gunshots.

If those unofficial folk adventurers are not counted, Tang Ji can be regarded as the third recycling team officially authorized by the museum.

The sweet smell of rotting plants lingered around Tang Ji. Wherever he passed, the plants withered and the congestion became smooth, as if the forest was also afraid of him.

In fact, this is indeed the case. As a rage, Tang Ji represents an instinctive reaction of the human race in a sense from a civilized level. Now, most people in New York City want to burn this forest.

With the fading of the forest, the entire museum was opened to Tang Ji alone. There are various sculptures on both sides of Tang Ji. Here is the 162 exhibition hall, the ancient Roman and Greek sculpture art exhibition.

Even though many sculptures have been destroyed by plants and pushed to the ground and become fragments, they still exude inexplicable charm, showing Tangy the vitality that civilization once had.

Angelina might like it here?Tang Ji thought about the guess that would never come to fruition, because they had never been to this kind of place for a date.

Night City is a cruel city, and they do their best to survive every day. This kind of elegant pursuit is more like a luxury.

Tang Ji picked up an exquisite helmet from the ground, replayed it and placed it on the armor shelf next to the meeting, and it was written below that it was the armor of Henry VIII. It's a pity that such a simple introduction cannot give such a rough helmet to Tang Ji. popular science.

He just patted the armor, telling the other party to be stronger and not to be intimidated by the difficulties in front of him. As a result, the armor frame that had been devastated directly fell apart, and the armor fell to the ground.

The sound of metal falling to the ground in the quiet museum was extremely harsh, and the counterattack belonging to the forest came.
When Tang Ji burned the plants at the entrance of the museum, Brandon Mann felt Tang Ji's presence. Although the straight-line distance was a few kilometers away, the tyranny belonging to humans made Brandon extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't describe what he saw through his natural vision, the feedback information was red, and the roars of humans echoed in his ears. For a moment, Brandon wanted to smash everything around him, wanted to bite His closest pets, let their blood flow through his body, to feel the heat!
Brandon finally tore his own plant tentacles from the tree trunk to shake off the influence, his eyes full of horror.

what is that?Who is that?
Brandon, who has completely left the civilized world, knows nothing about Tang Ji, he only knows that Tang Ji is extremely dangerous.

Brandon tried to drive the plants nearby to attack, but compared to animals, plants can never respond so quickly, at least those vines can't do this.

Before they could respond to their own will, the destructive flames had already swept over the food, and the will that had been implemented in it was wiped out like rootless water.

Brandon had to move his carefully bred battle plants deep in his forest domain to the border to mount a real counterattack against the enemy.

Even for a nature controller, this would take a long time, but fortunately, Brandon's time perception ability has begun to move closer to plants, and this level of waiting is acceptable to him.

Time is like a sand, and Brandon has often been in a daze unconsciously in recent weeks, and more than ten hours have passed in a blink of an eye, which made him gradually start to worry about his state.

Brandon is actually taking the initiative to improve his own situation, so he is willing to communicate with Fleming who came to visit before. He is indeed an extreme environmentalist, a lunatic who is willing to sacrifice all mankind for the green revolution, but this does not mean that he is willing Think about life like a tree.

Fighting with humans is obviously more in line with animal behavior, so Brandon even began to look forward to the next confrontation.

He spent a lot of time on his hobbies, such as splashing his genetic material on every corner of the forest, every flower petal, every piece of grass, damn it, thanks to the physical strength bonus brought by the awakening, otherwise To do that alone, he needs a spare ball the size of a tanker.

It is not meaningless to do so, it strengthens the connection between oneself and this forest, not only psychologically, but also on a supernatural level.

This behavior allowed Brandon to take control of the forest faster and manipulate them with his own consciousness. He accelerated the growth of trees and turned the lawn and green belt-sized park into a real jungle, a dangerous jungle.

In order to expand his domain more effectively, the fastest-growing vines became Brandon's last helper. They were like his extra limbs carrying out his will in the forest.

As a master of nature, Brandon can completely cultivate a phoenix tree that can shoot seeds out at the speed of a bullet, and a cannonball tree that is as powerful as a grenade.

But these methods are too low-level. The first thing Brandon learned after his awakening was how to cultivate poisonous plants, poisonous spores, and kill people invisible.

In addition, Brandon also cultivated a super golden bark tree, which is so toxic that it can cause neuropathic pain fifty times that of the original version. Most people even have no time to experience this pain in detail, and they lose their lives because of the strong stimulation Signs are gone.

At this time, as Brandon's vanguard, several vines with colors obviously different from other vines were rushing towards the museum among a large group of similar vines.

They are a kind of mutated plant that can store the venom of the golden bark tree on the surface of the body. There are needle-shaped spouts all over the surface, whether it is scratched or sprayed, the toxin can take effect immediately.

This is already the limit of Brandon's imagination, so it is necessary to talk clichés and emphasize the importance of cultural knowledge to superhumans.

With Brandon's abilities, if Mikkelsen was in his hands, he would have already brewed a plant disaster that could exterminate all human beings from the root. The gray field project alone would be enough for all human beings to drink a pot.

As for Wu Qianying, this ability is in her hands, and it is estimated that she will finally be able to play a new gadget of the green atomic bomb. No one can question the creativity of a genius.

In contrast, Brandon Mann, a dangerous person, just squats in Central Park, like a child playing house, building his own little world bit by bit, he can definitely be called a good baby.

His supernatural ability is strong enough to change the world, while Brandon's personal ability just limits the former, allowing him to be at a level where he can protect himself from the Blazers without causing big trouble.

Therefore, when Mikkelsen figured out Brandon's background, he immediately started to deal with it.

Tang Ji just watched a large piece of vines that looked like pythons drilled out of the ceiling gap, poured in from the window, broke out from under the floor, and then became soft in an instant in front of the flames of hatred, one by one slumped on the ground , then began to rot, and was eventually burned to ashes.

A dark yellow vine suddenly sprayed a mist of toxin towards Tang Ji under the cover of other vines. Their existence form was obviously more reasonable. They were lucky enough to pass through the blockade of the flame of hatred and landed on Tang Ji's face.

Tang Ji closed his eyes, and a hot burning sensation was transmitted to his brain instantly, followed by a pain so severe that it caused nervous convulsions.

But Tang Ji endured it, because he had experienced more painful things, and every night after the red sun tortured him more than this.

Tang Ji quickly restrained his instinctive reaction due to his extraordinary body strength. Although the contaminated skin turned red visibly, and then began to blister, suppurate, and fall off, the new flesh and blood had already begun to fill those wounds.

And a few kilometers away, Brandon Mann screamed suddenly, fell to the ground and passed out on the spot, then woke up from the pain, and fell into a coma again, and so on.

He scratched his face randomly with his hands, almost peeling off half of his face, but he still couldn't stop the pain, so he could only crazily hit his head against a tree.

As the master of nature, Brandon should have realized that he was eroded by the super golden bark toxin at the first time, and then he could neutralize the toxin with a second thought.

But the intense pain has completely occupied his brain, making it impossible for Brandon to form effective thinking.

At this time, a golden dimensional door opened deep in the jungle, and a man in a boy scout uniform came out sneakily, with a playful smile on his face, and shouted without hesitation: "Fuck monkey!" That pervert, where are you! I'm here to give you an offer!"

　PS: By the way, are there any readers of Wan Gang 4 and Old World Blues MOD? If not, I will copy the forces from various places in the next volume. Haha
　　
　
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