Solar System Survival Program [Unlimited]

There is almost no light in the deep dark passage.

There is actually no difference between opening and closing eyes, so Fu Chongming is doing eye exercises for himself while walking leisurely.

There is no sound, this kind of deep and long tunnel can transmit sound very far, so it seems that there is no need to worry about bumping into the soldiers of the church head-on.

But there is wind.

The air flowing in the dark passage is the best guide, so Fu Chongming doesn't need to use his eyes to find the way.

In addition to the wind itself, the airflow also brought a very faint smell of blood.

Those who have been going out this way are obviously not some kind and loving teams to spread the gospel.

He took out a fried chicken leg from the system backpack and gnawed it slowly, referring to the kind of blood dukes that his sister likes to watch. A few blood dukes would feed flowers to their favorite food, and then the blood of the food There will be a fragrance of flowers.

I don't know if I can taste blood like fried chicken.

The tunnel gradually leads to light.

The exit is suspiciously normal.

The hillsides, grasslands, and evergreen trees that are green in early winter grow freely, and the temperature is not low enough, so a big fat fish can jump out of the gurgling stream.

Thanks to Fu Chongming's imagination of throwing corpses all the way in the wilderness!

The winter sun seemed a little cool. He checked around and made sure that this was a real landscape, not a holographic projection, not a virtual display screen. The grass at his feet was a little yellow and swayed with the wind, but it was indeed a natural creature.

Suddenly, Fu Chongming sensitively rolled behind a stone.

A figure appeared by the stream, a hand with long blood-red nails stretched out, the water splashed in all directions, and then retracted after a while, with a big struggling fish sticking straight into the sharp nails.

The figure was ragged and crouched by the stream. He was worse than the beggars in the tenth district. He could almost be described as naked, with rags hanging on his dirty arms. Fu Chongming watched cautiously. The man lowered his head and brought the live fish to his mouth!

A big fish as big as a child struggled fiercely, and the man who bit it was more vicious than the fish.

Fu Chongming looked at the man biting the struggling big fish with disgust, biting and sucking with relish, and the blood of the fish dripped down the corner of his mouth into the stream.

Soon, the fish was bitten and sucked dry by him, but the man didn't eat the fish, so he threw it not far away at random, and continued to lie on the bank in a strange posture, stretching out his claws to fish randomly in the river.

But suddenly, there was a loud noise in the city.

Fu Chongming turned his head and saw that the towering cathedral in the central church district had become shorter.

The iconic building seemed to have collapsed underneath, so the very tall spire and the huge cross on the spire wobbled and crashed to the ground, which was enough to startle the whole city.

The defense officer couldn't help but support his forehead: "Sir, after all, he is a sir, and his power is astonishing."

The strange man by the water also raised his head, stared blankly for a while, and suddenly let out a mad roar, which was closer to some kind of ignorant beast than a human cry.

Or the roar of a monster.

Fu Chongming saw purple blood vessels floating on his pale neck, like a spider web.

And the rags on this man were clearly dirty and weathered priest's robes.

"It really is."

Fu Chongming has the video equipment of the Defense Corps in his body, so he whispered his analysis: "It's been three consecutive games, and this season, humans have always appeared as villains in the plot of the light tower."

The church claims that they will protect human beings surrounded by monsters, and the elite priests will wipe out evil, but the monsters that need to be eradicated are actually the end of the priests.

With the sound of sharp blades piercing through the air, the boulder exploded, and Fu Chongming rolled over and left the place.

The thing that attacked Fu Chongming was closer to a priest in appearance. Her robe was still decent, and the large weapon had obviously been recovered, but the small darts hidden in the cuffs and belt were still there, and one of them had a warhead that exploded on impact. Shatter the boulder.

More blood-sucking monsters appear here and there.

They hid in the dark bushes, or wandered in the shadows of the hillsides. Only when they were very hungry would they go to the water's edge to eat fish in the sun.

The degree of tatters of the priest's robes cannot be generalized. Some are still intact and clean, only pierced by twisted nails or bone spurs protruding from the body surface. Fu Chongming might use it as a fishing net.

The monsters all over the mountains and plains were awakened by the loud noise, and instantly discovered the coming humans. It was a carnival feast.

"I'll go." Fu Chongming was startled, and dodged the monster that rushed up from behind.

"No wonder the door opened casually. This is a fresh takeaway. I packed it myself and delivered it to my door. It's so touching." Fu Chongming smiled and untied the cross sword on his back, and stuck it on the ground with a bang.

"I knew that SP, Chief Lu, is not suitable for all tasks related to secret operations. But I still can't figure out his switching rules, so I can only switch styles accordingly." Fu Chongming nodded, "Come on. , pnB."

He chuckled and walked up, instead of hiding in the dark, he walked to an open place.

As a special soldier who is good at assault and assassination, Fu Chongming always prefers to wear light and simple clothes. Although this kind of giant sword is handsome, it is not suitable for him at all.

He slowly drew out a slender saber.

Two fingers wide, when the light energy is not turned on, the main body is less than 1.3 meters. The key point is-the alloy for ultra-light space battleships is really handy.

Fu Chongming held the knife upright in front of his chest, and gently kissed the cold back of the knife with his warm lips.

"Guys who don't know much, look, this is the knife of my parents!" Fu Chongming showed off the number engraved on the knife: S111, with an arrogant and arrogant expression, like a big peacock with its tail open.

Corpses are everywhere.

The knife pierced through the monster's body, cut across it horizontally, and went straight out of it.

Fu Chongming took a big breath, the cold air irritated his throat a bit, and his throat was slightly fishy after strenuous exercise.

But the officer is right, even if the mentally disabled strengthens his physique, his combat power will not increase.

There were many monsters lying on the ground, looking around, the monsters wandering in the distance down the hillside were also attracted by the movement of the fight, and they began to gather at a faster speed.

Fu Chongming leaned on the knife and tried hard to adjust his breathing.

He raised his hand to his waist, pointing the tip of the knife at his back——

Pfft, a monster that was struggling to get up and pounced was pierced through.

Fu Chongming threw the corpse away: "Blood clan? People like my boss drink blood to be called blood clan. People like you are at most vampires. How many people's beautiful dreams will be ruined by going out!"

Panting, he picked up a monster's clean and intact priest's robe, and carefully wiped the blood that hadn't been shaken off the back of the knife.

The monsters on the ground only knew how to drink blood. Fu Chongming cut off an arm with a single knife, and black and red sticky strange blood spewed out from the cut. Instead of being afraid of the damage of their companions, the monsters scrambled to compete for the rare food.

More monsters are coming.

Fu Chongming felt that he was the last bucket of fried chicken that was discounted in fast food restaurants. It was fragrant and delicious.

When he got up hastily, Fu Chongming saw a special figure among the crowd of monsters rushing forward.

Priest robe, pale skin, bloodthirsty eyes, but he has a brain bracelet on his arm, which is a commemorative model released on New Year's Day in 2517, the fifth anniversary of human survival.

The smart brain is charged by solar energy, and the screen is always on. It seems that the automatic lock screen has been turned off by the owner, and there is a text message being edited on the screen.

So Fu Chongming hesitated for a moment, turned around and rushed out.

The knife rose and fell, the hand with sharp claws was chopped off at the wrist, and Fu Chongming snatched the brain.

The screen is a little hot because it has been on for several days.

An unsent text message was written in the largest font on it:

"Bishops and Popes, Medicine, Experiments, Immortality"

Fu Chongming put away his watch, his eyes moved slightly, and he greeted the corpses surrounded by monsters from afar: "Thank you, Mr. Wei."

In the next second, many sharp claws turned to his back.

He rushed head-on to the player Wei Dawei who had declared his death position, and got the smart brain bracelet on his body, but at the same time rushed into the encirclement of monsters.

"Fuck!" The defense officer cursed in pain. Fortunately, this is not a true blood family, and it will not be infected if caught.

The next moment, the figure of the defense officer disappeared.

Skill [Orbital Satellite].

[Skill Description]: You are an asteroid, you will always yearn for the sun, the star that shines on you.

Instructions for use: You can't leave the star you surround, even if you burn out the energy in the star core, you have to go to him.Skills ignore state, ignore displacement locking, and can be activated twice per solar day (24 hours), allowing you to leave and reach the stars.

Current skill level: Level 8. After using it, the asteroid will be depleted of star core energy, so you will have an [-]-minute weakness period.

As soon as the scenery in front of Fu Chongming changed, he immediately fell to the ground, and the period of weakness brought about by his skills began to count down, and his back was still bloodied by those monsters, and he continued to bandage.

Almost as soon as he landed, before he could adjust his breathing, he said, "Sir, this is a purely technological world with no magical elements at all. The blood race is just a metaphor, and those bloodthirsty monsters are not monsters. They are people who have been taught to be humans." The failed products of the intensified experiment are all fierce, staring at my poor neck and wanting to chew, am I so delicious...I..."

Halfway through his speech, his voice stopped.

This is a dark room, Lu Huaixing is no longer in the church area, the young man is standing with his back to him, a silent and tyrannical atmosphere surrounds him.

"Am I smelling like fried chicken now, sir?" Fu Chongming said in a low voice.

He saw the young man turn his head back, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty red light.

The pale young man slowly took a step forward in the darkness, his voice was soft and full of longing.

"smell good……"

"Ahhh." Fu Chongming gasped, with a complicated tone, "Sir, your takeaway is here."

Fighting with a hundred bloodthirsty monsters may still be able to fight a bloody way.

And this one in front of you.

Fu Chongming thought, what would be cool enough to write on my epitaph?

The author has something to say: Fu 36: Epitaph writing - dedicated to the chief, a worthy death, but failed to be upbed before death, may be fraudulent.

Mr. Shuang: Pull it down, eliminate it, and take it away from the sky burial.

Little Xingxing: In fact, he is quite delicious.