System Rebirth: The Strongest Mecha Master in the Interstellar

The sound of the little spider's limbs hitting the floor continued, and Kirby finally realized that he was protected by the uncle with the accent.

Just as he was about to speak, the uncle with the accent pushed him back into his arms, bang bang bang.

He was protected by the uncle with the accent and rolled downstairs, and the little spiders had almost no chance to get close to him.

This continuous rolling and collision lasted for a long time, so long that when they finally stopped, Kirby was unable to react for a moment.

"Quick...go..."

Kirby heard the indistinct voice of the uncle with the accent, and before he had time to look around, he was pulled up from the ground by the uncle with the accent. The uncle with the accent, who was already limping, was pulling him and running very fast.

Kirby glanced sideways and saw a scene that terrified him.

The wound on the uncle's back had a crack, one side was dry skin, the other side was delicate skin like a lamb. His face had completely turned into the appearance of an insect, but there were still pieces of human skin on his face that had not fallen off.

His originally broken leg bone had now completely healed, but inside the torn skin was the torso of a Zerg.

Kirby's mind was blank for a moment, and he was dragged by the wrist by the uncle with the accent and kept running down. The two ran so fast that Kirby couldn't even keep up with the uncle with the accent in the later stage.

Finally, in this life-and-death race, the two won.

They finally ran to the underground first floor of the artificial passage, but the door had been locked.

The uncle with the accent let go of Kirby's hand and turned sideways to hit the door. The skin on his body had already started to peel off and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He banged on the door frantically, and heard the sound of a little spider approaching from the stairs behind.

Kirby also banged on the door like crazy, but he couldn't open it because it was locked.

The man with the accent who had been banging on the door suddenly stopped. Kirby turned sideways to look and found that the man's skin had almost completely fallen off, leaving only his right hand which had not yet completely transformed into a sickle shape.

Kirby also stopped.

The uncle with the accent looked at Kirby with his lidless eyes, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The clarity in those eyes disappeared.

Kirby clenched the gun in his hand, then let go while crying. He no longer had his usual funny look. From childhood to adulthood, he had rarely cried.

At this moment he said nothing, tears streaming down his face.

He cried because his only companion had become a member of the Zerg, and he cried because of his current dilemma.

He hated the Zerg for turning his companions into their own kind, hated himself for not being able to save his companions, and hated himself even more for the fact that his reason and emotions were so entangled at this moment, and his body was shaking with fear.

He slowly raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the old man with an accent who was drooling at him.

The two of them just stood there.

The right hand of the uncle with the accent changed at an extremely fast speed, and finally, the sickle pierced through the human skin and stretched out clearly.

Kirby's hand holding the gun was shaking.

砰

A fishy wind blew, and the sharp sickle-wielding hand slashed at Kirby's neck fiercely. Kirby leaned against the door, and in an instant, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought, the door couldn't be opened anyway, and there were thousands of little spiders chasing him. Now the uncle's accent had changed again, and he was at his wit's end.

The trigger was never pulled.

Kirby closed his eyes in despair.

He didn't see that at the moment his hand holding the gun slowly dropped and his eyes closed, a glimmer of clarity flashed in the bloodthirsty eyes of the uncle with the accent.

砰

The two sickle-wielding men turned around and chopped hard on the gate lock.

The door lock broke with a crackling sound, and Kirby, who was leaning against the door, fell backwards suddenly.

As the door opened, Kirby fell out.

砰

Kirby fell heavily to the ground.

He opened his eyes in surprise, just in time to see the last piece of human skin falling off the arm of the uncle with the accent inside the door, and the sickle hand that was broken when it was cutting the door lock also began to heal rapidly.

"Giggle..."

The uncle with the accent's eyes turned cold instantly. He twisted his head and stared at Kirby who fell to the ground with his lidless eyes.

"Giggle..."

His abdomen made the same gurgling sound as the Zerg. He tilted his head as if he heard some instructions in the air, and then slowly looked at Kirby.

Kirby shuddered.

He rolled and crawled to his feet and ran out madly.

He really wanted to die just now, but now... there is a way to heaven so there is no need for him to turn to the god of death, right?

He jumped out a little and found that there were also many Zergs in the corridor on the underground floor, and these Zergs seemed to sense something and were all chasing towards him.

This, he realized, was not normal.

It doesn't make sense that the Zerg, who have their backs to him and don't even notice him, would chase him!

There were so many Zergs chasing after Kirby that he couldn't even tell which one was the uncle with the accent.

He raised his gun to shoot, but then he felt that the man in front of him looked like the uncle with the accent in every way. But when he looked closely, he felt from the bottom of his heart that they looked the same.

"Cold storage... cold storage!"

Kirby ran away frantically in a panic and couldn't find the cold storage for a while.

Suddenly, the door to the corridor ahead closed automatically. Kirby's pupils shrank. He was completely trapped.

He turned around in horror and found that there were at least twenty Zergs behind him.

He was desperate and extremely angry at the same time.

He raised his gun and fired a burst of shots.

He is a very accurate shot.

The heads of several bugs in the front row were blown off by him in an instant.

But he couldn't be happy at all.

Through what happened to the uncle with the accent, he understood one thing, that is, if attacked by any part of the Zerg, there will be no mutation, except the sausage in the opponent's stomach!

When the red sausage attacks human males, it will secrete a black corrosive liquid, just like the liquid sprayed out by the insect pupa they found at the end of the lounge.

Once infected, you will be assimilated 100%.

Before, Kirby still had hope that he might be saved after being infected, but since the old man with the accent completely mutated, he finally saw the reality.

After these Zergs are shot in the head, their bodies will die, but the red intestines in their bodies will separate from the main body.

It is very easy to kill these Zergs, but what is terrifying is the red square he will face after the Zergs die, the kind of red sausage that can regenerate after being cut off.

At this moment, facing the Zerg in a non-captive state for the first time in his life, Kirby deeply realized the heroic and tragic events that were briefly recorded in history books and could not withstand scrutiny.

（星际元年2年3月3日，我方攻粮食生产基地的R1、2、3星球全部覆灭。）

This was the only historical node he could remember at this moment.

Below that brief historical record, there is also only a short sentence: The 1 million troops defending planets R2, 3, and all died overnight.

The cause of their death was simple. At that time, a kind of Zerg that had not been discovered at that time emerged in the interstellar space. The gas emitted by these Zerg carried extremely strong "viruses".

In later generations, people named this insect species the Three Hundred Million Plague.

That night, the 300 million garrison troops were all poisoned by 300 300 million plague monsters.

Three planets, three hundred million troops, no one was spared.

Kirby's eyes were red, and he was shooting bullets like crazy at this moment, not daring to think about who was the uncle with the accent among those Zerg.

History is a long river of thousands of years, and the book has three thousand pages, each page is concise and to the point, but when you become a page in the history book in the future, you will understand the tragedy and despair in it.