Viruses will eventually mutate.

As the "explicit skin modification virus" spreads, the brains of billions of zombies continue to calculate and evolve, diversifying mutant virus forms appear, and countless virus branches appear.

Some zombies began to transform into black plush monsters, lying on all fours, growing fangs, and wandering on the flowers and grass.

Some zombies grew fish scales, entered the seabed, and turned into marine animals.

Some zombies grew feathers and flew into the sky

On a field full of flowers, in a garden surrounded by hedges.

"There is still one last transformation left, and I need my help." Sakura's face was dull and her eyes narrowed slightly, "Solve the fertility of ordinary zombies so that they can start to reproduce normally."

She lowered her head and looked at a former Isildar person.

After all, the largest number of zombies are humans.

Before, she must have been a very beautiful woman, kind and gentle, honest with others, and able to trust others without any barriers. Now she is covered with furry black skin, lying on all fours, like a mindless black wild boar, all she knows is humming.

Hum and eat, drink and have diarrhea.

This zombie is a special type of wind-type zombie. It was level 5 when alive. At this time, it seems to have turned into a level 5 wind-type pig-shaped monster.

Sakura smiled strangely, gradually becoming bitter, and finally understood the truth about the whole world.

"Most of her memory is missing, but she can inherit wind spells. Part of her cultivation genes are still alive and will be inherited by future generations. It will still be a powerful fourth-level extraordinary monster when it reaches adulthood!"

Three days later, the wild boar monster gave birth to a new batch of babies.

Their skin also changed into exactly the same as their mother's, and they turned into little wild boars with dark hair.

Sakura's expression completely returned to calm.

She transformed into a gentle and kind breeder. Within a few months, she began to train these little wild boars with bells and rice bowls, and observed their growth in order to restore the ecological balance.

"Fumba"

On this day, she stopped and looked at the golden lava river in the distance, as if she saw a gentle-faced super-ancient god, holding a bell, calmly raising a monster, holding a basin, as if feeding this cute creature

livestock small animals.

"The beast trapped in the cage is not the person trapped in the cage?"

"The world is a reincarnation, and we are all beasts trapped in the reincarnation."

The god slowly put down the rice bowl, drove a few black-skinned wild boars that were humming happily into cages, returned to a simple wooden house, and looked at the section hanging on the wall.

The text "God's Day After Tomorrow" has a passage written on it:

"If God dies today, then the Isildar people will survive until the day after tomorrow just to tell the story of God to other tribes. We will be full of pride and intuitively tell the story of our Lord with the powerful mechanical charm of technology."

She just smiled, raised her pen and hesitated for a moment, then wrote "God's Yesterday" below this glorious story.

"We grew up in the cradle of science, walked alone on the grassland of life, climbed to the top of the mountain with the code of origin, and opened the door of the gods. But before that, our fate was determined as early as yesterday.

Travelers like us have an unknown past, and any arrogant person who attempts to become a god's race and pry open the key to life will eventually be cursed by the gods. The past is the future."

This god stopped writing, gently dried the ink like a mortal, stood up, and seriously hung it on the wall of the thatched house. He smiled tenderly and whispered softly: "Let you hang in a corner of my memory.

It would be better to hang in the dust of the human world."

"As long as someone remembers you, they will live forever."

"Death, eternal life."

She hung a black mural and looked out the window at the flowers and a group of humming piglets in the ruins, as if a new world had begun. The bright lava light fell on her beautiful face, as if she had seen another person.

A super ancient god,

"I finally understand what you mean. The glory in this world is just reincarnation."

This scene was eventually forgotten in the dust. When future archaeologists found this black slate, they wondered why the Isildar people, a once super ancient civilization, did not write history on their proud hard drive.

It is written in the original stone tablets.

They clearly stand at the end of advanced civilization and are said to possess unimaginable technology, but they are like ancient primitive people who left ridiculous childlike graffiti on the stone slabs.

People began to doubt whether ancient civilizations were really so corrupt and whether the technology of ancient civilizations existed.

But no matter how future generations question it, time will eventually wash away everything that was once glorious and glorious to the extreme. No one remembers these past years. Human beings in the new era will only write down in history the deeds that happened in this year.
Chapter completed!