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The star gate uses stars to directly supply energy, and it has to be charged for one month each time it is used. The advantage is that it can deliver materials and troops in large quantities.The star gate drawing that Lu Zhengkang learned from the system has two functional modules, one is hyperspace transmission, and the second is a wormhole generator. A single star gate can also be used to travel faster than light, but the charging is slower. , Multiple star gates can be connected with each other through wormholes, just like taking a subway in space, and spacecraft can continuously circulate with each other.

At the beginning, Lu Zhengkang ran away directly without waiting for the completion of the star gate to hide this black technology for a period of time, and then use it openly after washing it out.Now, those spacecrafts that were projected by the Stargate are all flying by themselves in name. They don’t use any weird black technology. For example, someone like the Stargate has never heard of it. How could it be possible? , Hahaha.

Chapter 595 Collecting specialties along the way

The Southern Cross Spiral Arm of the Milky Way, somewhere in an ordinary star system, on the fourth terrestrial planet surrounding the star, the human civilization is multiplying.

Early in the morning, the sun shines through the morning mist into the wooden house next to the black pine forest and becomes pale and weak.On the bed by the window lay a strong blacksmith.

Andy Anvil managed to open his eyes, and it was another day, a day without waves.There was a mildew smell on the linen bedding. He was used to it. He even felt that the smell had penetrated deeply into his own body, just like those salted cheeses. The salty taste penetrated into the bones, and a bite could make a person’s tongue. They all melt through.

He sat up and leaned against the window, wrapped the quilt around him again.The wife has gotten up, but she can't be seen. The firepit is not lit up. The place where there is no sunlight in the room is cold and wet, and the surface near the ground seems to be thick as foggy. The farm tools he built leaned against the opposite wall. Above, the cold metal shimmers like stars.

Andy rubs the palm of his hand and presses it on his back. Wielding a hammer is not an easy job. Wielding his wife is even more difficult. He strikes iron, not iron.

After a few days, I will deliver the customized farm tools to the customer's home.

He probed from the window. On the northern hillside, he saw his wife in a linen skirt fetching water, and he silently watched her carrying a bucket, slowly walking back down the thin sheep intestine path, with morning dew on both sides The long grass moistened her skirt.

The woman is back.

Andy asked: "Did Jimmy get up?"

"He's still snoozing. I called him."

"You tell him, if I don't get up anymore, I will kick his ass." Andy frowned, his body finally warmed up, he lifted the quilt, the dirty body surface was mostly hair, and a thin strip dangling from his waist White cotton cloth.

The wife went out to the woodshed next door, and then the son screamed like killing a pig.

The son got up and was driven by Andy to do errands.Andy wants to continue his iron work and eat two meals a day.

This is an ordinary and simple day for a country blacksmith.

It was also the last day Andy spent. That night, before going to bed, he saw a series of meteors passing by under the night sky, all brushed, falling on the horizon. Two hours later, he was caught by a group of brass iron men. He picked it up from the bed and was dragged all the way to the middle of the village, where the ground was full of corpses and blood filled the ditch. He saw the women being put in the empty tin boxes, and the rest, people like him, were left on the spot. slaughter.

Andy was crushed on his knees, the butcher knife gleaming in the dark, his naive son's head rolled on the ground not far away, and fell into a pit, washed up and down by blood, his wife screamed The sound was far away, and he wasn't sure if it was his wife's voice. He raised his head again, and on the horizon, where the meteor fell, a giant metal tree with a straight branch faintly rose, covered by a blue gloom, and twins shining together. Singing in the air, the dim brilliance is like the stray white of the morning sun.

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The spiral arm of the Milky Way Sagittarius, somewhere in an ordinary star system, is breeding human civilization on the fifth terrestrial planet surrounding the star.

The sun shines through the brownish-yellow haze into the southwest corner of the dilapidated old concrete building.

Cheng Pingke woke up from his sleep, he fumbled for the bandage on his ribs, did not continue to bleed, he was sure he survived.

The morning light is projected from the broken window glass blurred by black grease, hitting the ground, forming a dust-filled beam of light. The fine wind blows, and the tiny dust also wanders, like a dandelion, like a ballet dancer. Hemline.Cheng Pingke enjoys this scene.

The woman in a short black leather skirt, hiding in the shadows, walked out, and her high-heeled shoes, which were as bright as water-stained cherries, made an echoing click.

"Chengpingke, the pursuit like that last night didn't make you into a desperate situation. It really deserves to be the famous White Dragonfly from the Alliance."

The man asked: "Is there any smoke?"

"Smoking affects the body's recovery." As she said, she took out a women's cigar, "Are you used to smoking?"

"Okay." Cheng Pingke took the cigar, and lightly drew a circle on the head end with his right index finger. The air made a light hissing sound, the cigar head fell, his facial expression relaxed, and he grabbed the cigar. Fire the cigar and spontaneously ignite.

"Your airflow control has reached level six?" The woman was a little surprised.

"Those who can't kill me will only make me stronger." Cheng Pingke grinned, spitting out half a smoke ring.

Applause came from the door of the building, and the yellow-haired man in the white air uniform walked in with a drag, "That's great, little bug."

The woman's delicate complexion quickly turned pale, "Will General Han Fei participate in this level of small action?"

Cheng Pingke's complexion was even more ugly, and he couldn't tell whether it was caused by an injury or a bad mood.

"Hand over the picture of the beast god. A wife, two mistresses, six children and two dogs in your family can live." Han Feiqi is a pragmatic person. He took the task early this morning. It took three full hours to arrest all the family members of the target.

"Sir, do you want to take away the treasure I stole for nothing?"

"I am afraid you can't afford to pay you for a bitch like you."

"Then you are not afraid that I will use up my wishes here?"

"You don't have the blood of miracles, you can't pray to the beast gods." Han Fei smiled, took out the phone from his pocket, pressed the hands-free, and a young man shouted through the speaker, "You are not answering the question. Kill your eldest son first, you spoil him the most."

Chengpingke snapped the cigar off, "Don't push people too much!" He listened to the yelling of horror on the other end of the phone, and then fell silent after a rustle of wind blowing leaves.

"Still answering the wrong question." Han Fei was happy, "Look at how many relatives you have for you to spend time with, I'm not in a hurry."

The air was silent, and the phone made a distorted voice, like a photo shaking in a dark room, the scene was vaguely familiar.

Two pairs of emerald-colored dragonfly wings suddenly appeared on Chengpingke’s pale cheeks. This change made Han Fei sneer, "Are you going to fight me?"

Chengpingke sneered. A year ago, it was rumored that the Jinting Empire’s national treasure beast scroll was stolen by a group of unidentified robbers, and he obtained the scroll from a young woman a week ago. That woman is the close-knit maid of the Jinting Empire Princess.

The Beast God Picture Scroll itself is unremarkable, but it is said that the person who gets the picture scroll can pray to the Beast God as long as they have the miraculous bloodline.

There are a total of three wishes, six thousand years of vicissitudes of history, two wishes have been used, the first wish is to pray for the defeat of the enemy country, as expected, all the enemy generals died suddenly, the second wish is to pray for the strength of the gods at that time The man of trace is the only one in history who possesses the thirteenth-order superpower.

Cheng Pingke put his hand on his chest, a golden scroll flew out, and the sun shone on the scroll. The body of the beast god was wild, and the three pairs of eyes seemed to come to life. This posture shocked the bystanders in the field. Up.

Could it be that this guy is really carrying miraculous blood?

"I pray that all those who may be hostile to me will be eliminated."

As soon as the voice fell, a willow-shaped spaceship like a mountain with pasta suddenly appeared above the city, the air wave emptied, and then the base opened, and a flood of steel poured like rain.

Chapter 596: A Wonderful Gift

The spiral arm of the Milky Way Orion, somewhere in an ordinary star system, on the second terrestrial planet surrounding the star, is breeding a strange civilization.

The evening sun shines into the dark stone forests of the Great Abyss of Uzbekistan. This piece of terrifying terrain is as fragmented as a stubble cake, steep and spreading like a pen. The sun can only shine on the sky from zero to negative 300 meters In the wood area, the terrifying hurricanes near the surface make the surface of the planet an extinct dead place. Not to mention that there is no grass. A slightly larger sand pile cannot exist. This iron-gray planet is like a cracked mud ball. There is life activity in the cracks.

Big Bone Linzhong Feiyan is carrying a long earthworm and jumping on the cliff, he is like a blue smoke in this chaotic world of light and shadow.

The spirits and monsters are naturally half souls, half flesh and blood physiques, with an average life span of 300 earth years. As they grow older, their spiritual state will become stronger and stronger.

If the ordinary ghost tribe can complete the whole body spiritualization before death, then they will be promoted to the ghost elder, and live a second life, usually four thousand years.

If during this period of time, the soul energy of the spirit elders is accumulated to the level of sensing natural magic energy, then they will be elementalized, promoted to the ancestors of the spirit, and live out the third life, usually six thousand years.

If during this time, the elemental bodies of the ancestors of the spirits gradually condense from a gas-like state to a crystalline state, then they will be promoted to the ancient kings of the spirits and live the fourth life, which is said to be 10,000 to 30,000 years.

According to legend, if the ancient king of the spirit can condense the blood of the elemental body again during his lifetime, he can achieve true immortality, which is the realm that the spirit and ancestor god who created the world has in faith.

These have nothing to do with the Big Bone Flying Swallow in the Forest. The entire Uchillian Abyss contains 30 million spirits and only five elders, one of whom is not alive or not.