Dark Blood Age

Brain life The ship's manufacturing level is average, and there are few unique technologies in the core area. There is only a white barrier of one sphere, and you can't see where the "door” is, but a lot of brain life has been gathered outside the sphere barrier.

Seeing them, the breeders who fled with the young children suddenly sighed in relief, and fortunately, there were still people alive.

But soon, it went into a black hole, and a brain life gathered outside the barrier told it that the barrier was locked from the inside and couldn't be opened.

The ship is tearing up to an increasing extent, alarms are everywhere, the barrier is shaking everywhere, and the incubator flies forward, and on the white barrier, after many successive attempts at checks, the barrier is unresponsive.

“There may be enough people in there.” A brain life blatantly says to the incubator: “We are superfluous. ”

Cultivators stunned, realizing what, silently silent, moments later suddenly seemed to remember something, desperately entering information into the barrier: “We can not go in, but the young bodies are still outside, they are the new generation under our new generation of technology, is our hope! ”

However, there is still no response inside, as if control in the core area is no longer their clan.

Another ray of horrific biochemistry was fired from the nearby cabin, where the hull burst into the sky shooting a variety of spacecraft parts and objects.

Cultivators are anxious, it is usually indifferent to young people, especially those who have been phased out, but at this time it has not given up, struggling to re-enter the message: “Three of these young people have changed, a strange change...”

As it was about to despair, the barrier suddenly opened.

The breeder was happy and hurried the collection of larvae to get in. He himself did not keep his word, but there were other brain life next to him that wanted to rush in, and the breeder was shocked, and it was too late to stop.

But a few brain life rushing into it, just halfway through the gap that the barrier opened, suddenly a white light appeared inside, and those brain life suddenly broke down in white light, instantly becoming interstellar dust at the molecular or even atomic level.

There was also a tribe outside who, in the eyes of the cultivator, pulled out a weapon and tried to attack it towards the inside, but the weapon could not be opened at all, and was then trapped behind it by other brain life.

Lost weapons, confined brains, life struggling to scream wildly: destroy it, destroy it!

Cultivators do not know what it is shouting about, and it is somewhat overwhelmed by the sudden internal division of the race, as a mere identity of a juvenile breeder.

At this point, another wave, about five or six brain life rushes up, seems to be with those tribes who just tried to rush in.

They no longer care about their confined companions, nor about the tribes that confine their companions, nor about the breeders and the young bodies that they bring, but immediately assemble into a large life form, carrying a weapon that is tightly sealed by their life form, exploiting the chaos at the cracks of the barrier and rushing inside.

“Wait a moment! ”

The incubator doesn't know exactly what happened, but the barrier is about to close, and as they pass in front of themselves, the incubator shouts, “What are you doing? Let the larvae in, they are our hope...”

A brain life behind a large life-form rushing inside with a weapon pushes the cultivator forcibly aside, coldly: “Hope? Without destroying it, there is no hope. ”

In the great life, a man in front of the talking people immediately said to him, "What are you talking to him about? Waste of time! It's impossible to understand, when it destroys that thing, it understands, come on, we have to go in this time. ”

The cultivators were pushed aside, and it felt like the whole world was crazy, out there was crazy, and the people were crazy.

Without exception, the large organisms that have just washed away end up as interstellar dust, as do their weapons, without even a chance of activation.

The people outside the barrier started killing each other again, surrounding the open gap, the number of crazy people was small, but extremely crazy, the cultivator's head was chaotic, only to protect the young people behind it, good thing neither side launched an attack on the young.

It found a place that was temporarily relatively safe, took stock of the juveniles, only 29 were missing, one was missing, didn't know when it was missing, didn't know if it was dead, or if it had left the group by itself.

The frantic slaughter of the barrier crevices gradually subsided as the crevices were re-closed, and the cultivators looked desperately at the core of the sphere, which would never open again.

Let's hope that the people inside can continue their race.

It sighed and, for the first time since serving as a breeder, looked with regret at the young men, at the port of the ship torn from not far away, and at the wretched battlefield of mutilation.

Why is it like this?

How could they be crazy?

What are they going to destroy?

Why would you say that to me and I wouldn't understand?

What happened to them?

……

Nurturers have a lot of questions at the moment, but no one can tell them.

It is not involved in the civil strife of other peoples, it is a breeder, and as long as it is a qualified young person, it is obliged to protect them, so the ship will soon be completely torn apart in time, and it is also trying to protect the young until the last moment, although it knows that it is futile.

Time goes by, no one knows what's going on in the core area, no one knows what's going on out there in the starry sky.

The breeder waited quietly for death, and the young children quietly followed the instructions of the textbook, recording behind it the information that preceded the destruction of the spacecraft, while waiting for death.

While waiting for death, the breeder feels compelled to think more and more frequently: Why civil strife? What was that all about? ……

The more I think about it, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I think about something critical, but I just don't get it, as if there is also a barrier that limits its thinking to the prescribed track.

After a long time, the atrocities outside the ship seemed much smaller, and the ship had not been attacked for a long time, even though it would have been completely destroyed if it had been attacked just a few more times, but the attack seemed to have stopped.

Without being able to think of the key places, the cultivators suddenly realized that the level of attack against the ship had dropped dramatically, as if from the moment it had arrived in the core area.

why?

Obviously just a few more attacks and the ship will be completely destroyed!

No, no, not a few more times, but just one more blow to a horrible creature and it will wipe out all their lives outside the core zone.

But no, no horrible creature has ever appeared again.

And the last one, it went straight through in a ray, and it didn't go back, and it didn't even take long to get out of their spacecraft, and the cultivators felt like they were going crazy, and they were just thinking --

Wait a minute. What the hell is a horror creature?

Why didn't we investigate and start a war on them?

What are the people in charge of the war?

Huh?

No, wait a minute. Why are we fighting them?

I don't think I've seen this before.

Before?

Oh right, where were we?

Why did you fly here?

Wait, why do I suddenly think so much?

No, I, no, no!

No, it's not!

Me?

I understand!

Quick, destroy it...

The cultivator rushes toward the core area in horror, but at this time, a powerful force lifts it up and throws it away!

Fortunately, the collection of young people rushed to catch it, or it would be thrown directly into the outer sky.

The core area suddenly split apart and two shadows shot out front and back.

First, it knew that it was a surprise discovery that people were proud of, and now it's the first thing it wants to destroy in this world.

Second, it also knows that it is one of the three abnormal larvae that it brings with it.

But the life form of this young body is changing rapidly at this moment, in a totally incredible way, and it is bursting with a system of forces that it cannot comprehend at all.

This is not the original larvae, nor is it one of its people.

“It's the spirit! ”

A people coming out of the core area looked at it and said “horribly”.