Practice origin column

Chapter 1 Slave Riot!
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The eyeballs still attached to the pupil membranes fell into the inferior nutrient solution, and the boy casually picked up the full-density sealing suit on the edge of the bed and stepped on the corpse.

"Fangshan, a collateral branch of the Fang family on the eighth satellite of the central star field, was replaced by his son because his father died in battle in the sixth-level cultivating civilization.

"I am irritable and irritable, and I am proud of being born in the central star field. I carry a full-density sealing suit with me, which can resist all material damage from below three dimensions, and can temporarily resist the dimensional corrosion of black holes."

The young man hummed and tapped his fingers on the table in a leisurely manner, giving the bloody crime scene a more leisurely feel like a light rain knocking on tiles.

"Heh, 9001's kick was really good."

Suddenly, the young man looked down at the 'diesel sawtooth dagger' between his fingers, and an elusive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Although the first generation of sawtooth dagger has been retired, it has been monitored by the military. The armed support that 9427 said With the source of information, I'm afraid, hehe..."

The young man's fingers fluttered like butterflies, put away the sawtooth dagger, casually put on the 'full-density blockade suit' as if it were his own, and walked to the hatch where the green security status was always on.

And in front of the magnetic field sensing device on the hatch, there was a smear of soot.

The influence of the magnetic field will remain on the contact object.

"The time is just right." The boy smiled.

Suddenly, the green color turned into a rapid blood red in an instant, flickering and screaming hysterically, immersing the small room in red.

At the same time, almost the entire abyssal warship woke up from a deep sleep, and countless silver mechas rushed out, accompanied by fully armed standard killing machines.

The roar and scream came almost simultaneously.

When the hatch was opened, the young man was like a boy drinking alcohol, sloshing the nutrient solution to keep the eyeballs active. The young man counted silently in his heart, stepped on the established pace, and suddenly turned into another passage.

Behind him, a team of steel hounds as tall as a man hurried past.

And on the boy's body, the full-density sealing suit sealed off all the boy's body odor and breath.

"Brothers! Take your weapons and kill these invaders!"

"Kill! Avenge our wives and children!"

"I fought with them!"

One after another roars came from each passage, the emergency device inside the warship was about to activate, the passage was closed, and the star slaves were separated in the passage.

The boy quietly came to the control room.

In the control room, an officer who also woke up from his deep sleep was slightly startled when he saw the young man. A message appeared on his pupils, and then he said in great shock and anger: "9527, how bold!"

After saying that, the officer went down the mountain like a fierce tiger, and grabbed the young man with his hands like crab claws.

The officer launched a murderous plan. With his strength, at least 80% of the gene chain in front of him was destroyed with this strike. The dark matter reaction field collapsed, and the youth with no cultivation was bound to die.

The young man looked at the officer's palm that gradually came into his eyes, his face remained unchanged, but he silently counted down:

"3
2
1…”

'coax! '

A beam of particles that tore through the air and scorched the ship's wall came from not far away, directly passing through the officer's chest, and the officer fell down immediately.

The young man glanced at 9001 approaching not far away, walked into the control room naturally without thanking him, and removed the eyeballs soaked in the nutrient solution.

As the scan ended, an electronic voice came out: "Dear Major Fang Wenshan, the brain of the ninth division of the Abyss is at your service."

"Turn the ninth division to manual mode," said the boy.

"Ding, it has been detected that the major has level-[-] authority, the order allows it, and the manual mode is activated."

Holding a ferocious blue particle gun in one hand, 9001 walked up to the boy.

The gun is mottled with traces of time and a faint trace of blood that cannot be wiped off, seeming to tell its past.

'click'

Following several closing sounds, the armed forces of the entire Ninth Division's warships were shut down, and the passage was opened.

Outside the control room, countless star slaves were like wild beasts being released, destroying and running for their lives.

"The people up there have no signal."

The wrinkles in the corners of 9001's eyes were filled with oil and dirt. At this time, he looked down at the smart brain screen, his eyes moved slightly, his face was pale, and his serious injuries remained the same.

"There is no signal, it means that the other eight districts of this abyssal warship have succeeded..."

The boy suddenly turned around and strode away. Seeing this, 9001 asked one after another, "9527, where are you going?"

"Of course I ran for my life, old guy, the play just now was pretty good, isn't the bone healed?" The boy didn't look back.

9001 smiled bitterly: "Let's just say goodbye, we have suffered together for many years, but I still don't know your name."

"On the planet Duheng, there is no name between us, and we don't care about each other's identities, only code names. If we can meet next time, I will tell you."

The young man walked to the corner, stopped suddenly, and said after hesitation: "Old guy, if you can, you must live. If you live, you can... take revenge!"

9001's face remained unchanged, as if he was puzzled by the boy's advice.

Watching the young man disappear, 9001 lost his mind for a while, as if watching a lone wolf retreating from a perfect hunt.

Elegant, yet indifferent.

'Boom! '

A burst of thunder exploded on the ground, causing 9001 to stumble. 9001 no longer lost consciousness and left quickly.

"9427? The pavilion master who betrayed his homeland, my respected master, you have to be careful, I am resurrected from the dead, the self-destructive knife with broken arms, here I come...to kill you!"

Looking down at the entire Duheng Fire Planet, gunpowder smoke was everywhere, huge explosions would rise from time to time, causing sand and dust to billow, and mushroom clouds bloomed on the surface of the planet.

A star slave who took advantage of the chaos to seize the patrol car was enveloped in an explosion as soon as he got out of the warship, leaving no body intact.

As soon as a silver mecha pulled out the lightning from a corpse, it was beheaded by a big man with a rotary knife in one hand.

Explosion sparks bloom.

Scarlet blood graffiti.

There were also warships that took off unsteadily, but fell halfway, hitting a huge crater, and the officers and star slaves inside died together.

Listening to the endless rumbling sound, in this inconspicuous corner of the battlefield, a young man is like a ghost, jumping between life and death.

The young man's eyes were like a wolf's, wise and crazy, not even the slightest bit of numbness and despair.

The young man stuck a silver mecha behind him, his fingers saw-toothed like a poisonous snake, pierced directly into the mecha's core power unit, the sawtooth coaxed and rotated, directly destroying the mecha's energy core.

The boy left quickly without hesitation, just a few breaths away.

There was only one star slave who was terrified and escaped from death.

It's a pity that in the eyes of this star slave, the elegance of this scene of killing was completely destroyed by the non-stop smoke from the boy's head.

Smoke rose from the brim of the melon cap on the boy's head, like boiling water, and even a gurgling sound could be heard.

The young man forcibly suppressed his headache, took off the hat on his head, and saw a naked head!

Root hairs do not grow, and lice do not fall.

Like a mirror!
The situation was urgent, the young man didn't care much, he threw down the melon skin cap casually, and let the dazzling head come into the eyes of others.

Every star slave, when the level of escort, the gene chain will be destroyed to a very high degree, and the degree of destruction of the boy's gene chain is as high as 80%, and the celestial root is completely lost, which is worse than ordinary people.

If it weren't for the body washed and cut by the immortal cultivator, the young man would have died suddenly while his brain was working at such a high level.

In other words, if you can't keep up with your nutrition, you can use your life to make up for it. Hair loss is just one of the costs!

"The brain is running beyond the limit, and the genetic chain is further collapsing!"

The young man gritted his teeth tightly, but he did not leave the warship. Instead, he shuttled through the passage in this place of fire and water, as if he was looking for something.

"That's the one!"

Suddenly, the boy's eyes narrowed, and he squatted down to feel the traces of a silver-white mech passing by. Between his fingers, there was a slight itchy electric shock.

The boy's gaze was fixed on a mecha in front of him that was indistinguishable from the other silver-white mechas.

"There is a 'three-dimensional storage box' in the body, and the energy demand must be far higher than that of other mechas. We can only get in touch with the warship through the soles of our feet at all times to obtain energy. This will definitely leave a short-term electric current on the surface of the earth!"

Everything is in the boy's plan.

The mecha disappeared around the corner of the passage. The boy knew that the mission of this mecha was to safely escort the nutrients in his body, not to suppress the riot.

The boy chased after him one after another, and walked around the corner.

'Whoosh! '

A crossbow arrow with feathers on the tail flew past the young man's eyes, and the spinning dysprosium tip broke the young man's slightly raised eyelashes, which were as smooth as a straight line.

Pull your feet back, squat down, and hold your breath.

Sweat, dripping from the boy's blushing forehead, dripped onto the floor.

"That mecha, I want it."

The crossbow shooter was obviously surprised that the boy could dodge the arrow, his murky voice was a little more dignified, but he still held the crossbow and stared at the empty corner.

"it is good."

The voice of the young man's compromise came out, and he retreated slowly. The crossbow shooter heard the movement, held the crossbow cautiously, and retreated slowly. After reaching a safe position, he ran towards the mecha in front.

"Fun, interesting..."

The young man failed, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of frustration. Instead, his eyes became a little more serious, as if he had found a rare prey.

"I thought I'd roughly figured out the depth of all the slaves in District [-], but I still found a big fish, no!"

The boy suddenly raised his head, and the scene of deliberately chatting with every slave for several years appeared in his mind.

"He is not a slave of the eighth district, he came from across the district!"

The young man suddenly plunged into another passage, quickly took off his full-density blockade suit, held the serrated dagger, and gently cut out the back of his ear.

A fingernail-sized biological chip that was still stained with flesh and blood fell into the young man's hands, and inexplicable signals were still flashing between the several brackets of the chip.

The boy's gaze remained unchanged, but he took out a screw with a tip only micron in size from his pocket, and opened the chip's central processing unit with familiarity.

Looking at the small and complex structure of the processor, the young man smiled and said, "As expected of the tenth generation slave controller, I've been tinkering with it for five years, but I still can't figure it out."

Touching the surface of the controller, the 'X'-shaped groove left by the master who developed this chip, the boy continued: "However, I'm still reluctant to change something."

After all, the young man was engrossed, the smoke above his head intensified, and his brain was running at a high speed.

And not far away, because the boy took off the full-density containment suit, his body odor and breath were exposed, and many silver mechas had already rushed over.

So close, I could vaguely hear footsteps.

As for the young man, he couldn't care so much anymore. Once he took off the blockade suit, he would have been exposed to the eyes of the heat-searching mecha all the time, and it would be useless to put it on again.

'Hurry up! '

The young man muttered to himself, his hands kept moving for a moment, the index finger turning the screwdriver was red and swollen, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes like spider webs.

Then, the boy took out a strange U-shaped device from his arms, and the device was still running, slowly releasing photons to the surroundings.

'The core component of the light energy cleaning system is to convert light energy inward. I reversed the structure and let it release photons outward. After five years of accumulation, its internal energy system has become very unstable, with almost only antimatter left. At this time, there is the stimulation of the controller again...'

The young man's eyes became more and more fascinated, admiring the device that gradually took shape in front of him.

'click'

The boy's silhouette was reflected in the heat-sensing device of a mecha, and almost at the same time when the mecha fired the plasma cannon, the boy jumped up and burrowed into the passage in front of him.

Only a huge hole was left in the boy's place, and pungent scorched smoke was still coming out.

(End of this chapter)