Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

The pointed slave laborers were skinny, as if a layer of skin had been draped over their bones.

From a little distance, it looks like a walking skeleton.

The face is dirty, the bones on both sides of the cheeks protrude, and it looks very disgusting.

The slave worker is only in his twenties, but his hair has already turned gray due to overwork, and he is crumbling like a candle in the wind.

The supervisor walked up to the slave worker and looked down at him, "Tell me what you saw, otherwise, the pain you have never experienced so far will come to you."

The body of the slave worker was trembling. The long-term slavery and control had caused him to lose any dignity as a human being.

He knelt down humbly, "It was the shadow that did it, Master Immortal. 35

"The shadow came to him and tore him apart," added the slave laborer.

While speaking, his body was trembling, and fear had penetrated into every cell of him.

"What a waste." The supervisor looked at the slave labor in front of him, and then used his spiritual thoughts to ask about the magic circle.

This place is - guarded by a magic circle.

The powerful magic circle can block the invasion of other forces and the prying eyes of detectives.

"We didn't find any enemies."

Several reincarnators who lead the magic circle gave a reply.

The magic circle did not detect any enemies or divine thoughts.

"Impossible." The supervisor's face froze slightly, revealing a contemplative expression.

Their magic circle is a high-level magic circle exchanged from the space of the main god.

Even the arrival of the lord of the heavens will touch the magic circle and reveal his whereabouts.

Obviously someone sneaked in here, but they didn't touch the magic circle.

"It may be a reincarnation who is good at hiding." said the reincarnation who tortured and killed the slave workers just now.

A half-moon-shaped magic weapon was revolving around him, exuding a faint brilliance, radiant brilliance, and a cold murderous aura.

"What are you bastards hiding from me?" The Overseer looked at the slave labor in front of him.

If it is a reincarnation of other forces, why only attack a powerful reincarnation, but let these despicable slaves go.

"I didn't hide anything from my lord," said the slave laborer who was kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head, shaking his body like a sieve. "I have told you everything. It was the shadow that tore that lord immortal. It will tear him apart." Swallow it, chew it up and spit it out, and nothing else."

The supervisor looked around at the other slave workers with stern eyes, revealing a trace of cruelty.

Feeling the gaze of the other party, the stooped and thin slave laborers backed away like livestock, for fear that they would be called by their names.

"You will tell what you know." The overseer bent down and lifted the kneeling slave worker up, with a black radiance emerging from one hand, exuding a palpitating aura.

"No slave can keep a secret under soul searching."

Soul search is an absolutely evil skill that allows the user to obtain all the memories of the target.

"I really have nothing to hide." The slave worker's body was shaking, but he didn't dare to resist and escape.

Once you do that, you will inevitably suffer even more tragic retaliation.

Even after death, the soul will be drawn out and tortured life after life.

"I'll know soon if you've concealed it." The Overseer laughed.

He clapped his hand on the opponent's celestial cover, and the black light entered it.

The sound of wailing followed.

The slave laborer's body was convulsing, and his whole body was shaking as if he had epilepsy, foaming at the mouth, and bleeding from his eyes, nose, and ears.

Seeing this scene, the supervisor chief showed a sneer.

He waited for the slaves to burst into screams, whether out of anger or pain, to satisfy his twisted needs.

To his surprise, there were no screams.

He raised his head, only to realize that the eyes of the other slaves were not on the companion who was wailing in pain.

Nor was it placed on the supervisor.

At this moment, all the slaves were staring at something behind the supervisor without blinking.

Overseers who had seen the slaves suffer were laughing.

But the strange reactions of the other slaves and the ominousness in the air made their laughter gradually quiet down.

All the supervisors showed terrified expressions.

They turned around at the fastest speed, pinched the seal, and released their attacks.

Behind them, on the wall of the unfinished grand palace, there is something like a shadow perched.

It has the outline of a humanoid creature, but its actual shape is indistinguishable.

Before the supervisor issued an order, the thunder, flames, and brilliance from the magic weapon burst out at the same time, rushing towards the shadow.

All Overseers have used their skills.

But all this is useless.

Accompanied by a frightening scream, the black shadow split apart in front of many reincarnated people, turning into countless winged flying shadows.

The dense flying shadows quickly overwhelmed the supervisors.

When the black shadow subsided, there was only a broken body on the ground.

No one knows what the dead experienced in the shadows, only a glimpse can be seen from their faces distorted by fear.

Looking at the dead, the slave's face showed a distorted expression of both fear and pleasure.

The black shadow converges and turns into a giant in iron armor.

His eyes released scarlet light, cold and ruthless.

The armored iron hand took out an hourglass-shaped iron can with an extremely shiny appearance from the void.

A string of small gold letters was etched on the bright silver exterior of the jar.

[Imperial psionic mutation potion, suitable for mutants, use with caution]

"Your pain makes people feel sad and sympathetic." The iron giant's voice carried sympathy and intolerance for these slaves, "We came too late, your spirit has suffered unimaginable damage, and you can no longer be saved, but You still have a chance for vengeance."5

The first company commander of the Raven Guard looked at these numb and terrified compatriots through the visor of the helmet, and endless sadness emerged in his heart.

In the space of the Lord God, the experience of these indigenous humans is enough to make any human with normal three views angry.

The mentality of these reincarnations has been completely distorted.

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Their evil deeds cannot be described in words and language.

Imperial rule is justified, even urgently needed to spread across universes.

No one knows how many generations of the same family have suffered inhuman torture in the infinite diversity, reduced to walking animals, numb in endless torture and suffering.

They need help from a leader-led empire.

The Empire may not be the most perfect of all civilizations, but it is definitely the dream paradise for humans in the infinite multiverse.

Rotate the iron cans in the hand in order, accompanied by the sound of the mechanical bounce, the sizzle gas leaked from it, spreading along the slaves like wisdom.

The first company commander put the hourglass-shaped tin can on the ground, then raised his head to look at these suffering fellows, "Go and take revenge on those who have given you pain, no matter how cruel it is, it is allowed.

After leaving these words, the company commander turned around and left. He had more important things to do.

...0.....

The slaves looked at each other, and the long-term torture made them forget what expressions they should use to express their astonishment.

All they have is fear and begging.

The first one to mutate was an old slave who was dying.

The shriveled body quickly became strong, his eyes were red, and fangs grew out.

The endless hatred and pain in his heart were stimulated by the potion, which quickly overwhelmed the non-existent rationality.

The potion reshaped his brain domain and established an efficient and brutal psionic energy conversion module.

The endless psionic energy was exchanged and dominated by his long-suppressed pain and hatred.

Under the effect of the potion, the transformer was filled with endless anger.

The potion was borrowed from an implant in Angron's brain.

Once this potion is taken, the transformer will turn into anger itself, until the existence that once gave him anger is torn apart.

Terrible psionic fluctuations radiated from him, making the other slaves feel terrified and uneasy.

The old slave didn't attack other slaves, but quickly rushed to the distance to find those reincarnated people who brought him endless suffering.

His pain will be appeased only by tearing apart every samsara who gave him hatred and suffering.

After that, more and more slaves roared, turning into angry bodies, rushing into the distance like wild beasts, seeking revenge.

The terrified voices of the reincarnation resounded everywhere.

Torn apart in excruciating pain.

Such scenes erupted everywhere in the main god space.

Whether human or otherwise, the practice of slavery and exploitation is heinous.

It only needs to inject the medicine of the empire, and they can be killed or injured in internal friction.

Corax smiled as he stood in the shadow of an imposing Gothic mage tower.

In his hand, he also held the head of a reincarnation who claimed to surpass the main god and was about to be promoted to the level of the master of the heavens.

"The oppressed are always so fierce in resistance and anger, burn it, and burn all the enemies of mankind in front of these suffering people." Guang.