God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 1095: Advance Teams (1).

Two days later...

Steve’s gaze traveled across the horizon.

"It’s a good day. A damn good day. It’s a good day, to die~"

He turned around. Behind him was Vincent, keeled over the side of the {Longhorn Mare} with a rather apathetic look on his face.

"Could you not sing such an ominous song right now?"

Vincent’s body trembled as he grumbled,

"Well, what else should I do?"

He turned over to lay on his back, eyes narrowed as he stared at the endless grey,

"It’s been two days with absolutely nothing. This entire place is a fucking wasteland. Even worse, is the terrible smell, and now, this freaking heat."

They had transitioned to a part of the former City of Zoan that was littered with just a few Devil Mutant nests and spawning pools. Thanks to that, it had been two whole days since they had been attacked.

In place of that, they had encountered a strange area filled with stalks of a strange plant that spat out glowing red spires from time to time.

The spores were not poisonous. However, they did have a rather unique reaction when they entered the lungs of a living creature.

Thanks to the spores, the {Longhorn Mares} were forced to take more frequent water breaks due to the burning sensation the spores caused in their throats.

The same was also true for the humans.

Coughing throat how mask, Vincent wore an ugly grimace,

"If this isn’t a good day to die, I don’t know what the hell it is."

"Have faith, fatty! Theae days of tribulation will soon be over."

"Oi, who you calling a fatty?! I’ll blow your brains out." Vincent said with a snort.

Then he sighed and rolled back onto his stomach,

"By the way, when do we finally get there?"

Steve paused what h was doing and turned to him,

"In a week, give or take."

Vincent clicked his tongue,

"Honestly, I don’t know why that bastard Cain is making us go through this. Simply making a Spatial Gate would have made all this much more forgiving."

Steve chuckled, prompting Vincent to turn to face him,

"Why the hell are you laughing?"

"Well, I am quite certain there are some limitations on his part we might not be aware of. However, they shouldn’t be too serious."

Vincent’s brows furrowed, "What are you even talking about?"

Steve chuckled then shrugged, "Nevermind that. Come take a look at this,"

Steve had before him, a sample of one of the {Clotspore} he had picked up the day before.

Vincent’s expression turned dark as he scooted away.

"No, thanks."

It wasn’t just him either— everyone else on the back of the {Longhorn Mare} was giving Steve a very wide berth.

Even though it had been uprooted, the {Clotspore} still continued to spew out its spores, which were very troublesome once they entered the body, creating a very persistent burning sensation in the throat and nose, as well as an indescribably uncomfortable heat everywhere else.

Steve shrugged, "Suit yourself."

Steve, on the other hand, thanks to the protection offered by his magic suit, was able to endure the spores just fine.

So he took the liberty to study and analyse the strange plant himself.

And he had come to a rather intriguing conclusion.

He threw the sample into his spatial storage device and fanned away the spores before taking off his mask and heaving a deep sigh.

Then he turned to Vincent,

"That plant is a Devil Mutant."

Vincent’s brows trembled,

"That..."

Sensing his surprise, Steve smirked,

"By running several tests, I was able to come to that educated conclusion. I truly am a genius."

Vincent sighed then sat up,

"So? What does that have to do with anything?"

Steve took off his gloves and placed them in his inventory as well,

"Well, it might possibly be the future for the evolution of all life on this planet."

His expression changed a bit,

"From what we now know, there are three types of evolutionary change— system induced evolution, Divinity induced evolution, and now, Devil induced evolution."

He glanced up and sighed,

"I always thought the effect of Devil Essence of any other creature besides the Devils themselves was a net negative. After all, it is rather incompatible with other forms of energy, and even if it granted boosts in power, it would ultimately lead to that creature devolving into a thrall."

He paused for a moment then declared, "I was wrong. Very wrong."

Vincent’s brows trembled, ’Why is this dude telling me this all of a sudden? Could it be the loneliness has finally gotten to him?’

Still, he chose not to say anything.

A solemn air settled around Steve, as though he was in theidst of revealing a divine revelation.

"Now, I am certain a creature can evolve using Devil Essence without turning into a thrall. And such evolution does not have to be grotesque and ugly... for the most part."

He chuckled then turned to look at Vincent,

"It makes you wonder, truly... If we can see such unique changes on our own world, just imagine, the vast number of changes there could possibly be in the wide, wild universe?"

"Millions of worlds have been conquered, millions more have had eons to develop and nurture of forms and manner of beings. Hell, even in the vast, empty coldness of the nothingness between worlds and realms, there is some manner of life. It makes you wonder— Just how far can the arms of change reach? If it is everywhere, and everything is constantly changing, are such changes are unique and dynamic as we think? Surely not. After all, there can only be so many unique combinations..."

"Enough!"

Vincent finally couldn’t take it any more.

Steve chuckled, "Dear me... I almost got sidetracked again."

"In any case, I will have to inform Cain of my new discoveries. I hope he will be as excited as I am."

Vincent snorted and chuckled in ridicule,

"Cain? The only thing that dude will be worried about is where next to bury his little brother, that lucky bastard! Meanwhile, I’m here, rotting on this godforsaken—!"