Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Despite being beneath the sun, the left-hand clouds are hidden from the public, as if they were concentrating hundreds of millions of years of ore on the ground.

The two little guys thought quietly about her words and were infected by the light released around her, feeling that an unknown force was also pouring into their bodies.

“The meat is fried. Eat it. ”

The champion brought three plates and three forks, and besides the two little guys, he handed them a piece of meat to the left shock cloud.

The left shocked cloud crooked his head and looked at the fried synthetic meat tablet in his hand for half a day. "I didn't think you were such a champion. ”

“While I personally do not need to replenish fat and protein, it is clear that ordinary humans are inevitable to eat three meals a day. ”

The champion whispered, "Only if you eat and drink enough will you have the strength to practise and fight. The palatability of food will definitely affect your ability to fight. In order to adjust the state of battle to its best, you must take into account every detail - what's so strange about me being good at cooking? ”

Left Surprised Cloud laughed and said thank you to the champion, and truly reached out to him: “Champion, I think you're very different from the average sinister bandit. What, are you interested in joining our organization, becoming a practitioner, and smashing this bloody world together? ”

“I'm not interested in becoming a fixer. ”

The champion refused without hesitation, paused, and said, "But I'm interested in smashing this damn world. ”

The left panicked slightly and laughed dumbly: “Yes, I don't really care what the real fixer looks like. I'm only interested in smashing this damn world.

“Or one generation has a mission, and if our generation has the chance to completely smash this damned world of evil, that's enough, and how to build a new world after smashing it, let Hunter and Glass worry about their generation.

“Because we must all have died on the battlefield that destroyed the old world! ”

Hunter and Glass had sprayed slices of meat in their mouths, listening to Left Scared Cloud talking about them again, and looking up at the bald woman warrior.

“No way! ”

Glass waved a fork, hurrying, “Sister Yun will surely survive, survive to see a beautiful new world, to realize your dream, to find a wilderness with high clouds and low clouds, to build a small but beautiful house, and then do nothing all day long, just sit on the threshold or lie on the roof, look at the sky, look at the earth, feel free, worry-free! ”

The left cloud laughed, and the color between blue and white really appeared in the near-transparent eye, as if the whole sky was flowing into her eyes.

She was almost moved to tears by this image, but the blue and white colors flashed away, quickly restoring calm and hardness.

“From the rocky composition and abandoned tunnels dug in today, we are getting closer to the legendary temple, and several runaway dragons have been reconnected. At least thousands of warriors have survived. Everyone is marching from all sides of the Pilgrimage Temple, and it is expected that the temple will be found as soon as tomorrow to activate the Global Sword Network Strike System. ”

Under the left cloud of alarm, there was a fire beneath the ground, chewing a fork, and sinking down, “But the fairy bite very tightly behind our asses, maybe it will follow, there will be a vicious war.

“It doesn't matter if I die or not, but even if I die, I must activate the Global Sword Net Strike System and hit ‘Sky City, Manju Savannah' hard!

“I really don't know what tomorrow will be like, tomorrow...”

“Tomorrow will be better! ”

Hunter and Glass, respectively, grabbed the hot right hand of the left shock cloud and the cold, icy left hand, and said it with utmost seriousness and devotion.

As the champion watched silently, the crystal brain “squeaked”, gathering everything he saw and heard into his database and integrating it into his own logical loop.

In its logical loop, something like a virus, but more subtle, is slowly breeding.

……

Gao Kangda stood quite still on the messy bridge of the Grand Mountain, staring at the dazzling stars in the deep star sea, which stabbed a tearful star point, reminding him of the gun and sword that killed his brothers 20 years ago.

The Grand Mountain is one of the largest starships in the Starlight Combined Attack fleet, but it's not some kind of super-heavy cruiser, expeditionary mother ship refined in an imperial regular military shipyard.

As far back as 455 years ago, it slipped from a civilian dock to the star sea for the purpose of "deep space prospecting, mining and smelting vessels", in other words, it was an all-encompassing star sea-mining vessel dedicated to mobile mining operations in hazardous areas with harsh environments, radiation and never-ending star storms, in seismic zones, asteroid belts and rubble star belts where fixed mining sites could not be laid.

Gao Kangda became deputy director of the mining chamber on the Grand Mountain 30 years ago - the highest position an original could achieve, and since that day he has known every screw on the Grand Mountain as well.

Since they launched the Great Uprising 20 years ago, took the Great Mountain, escaped from the control of the immortals, and turned to starlight organizations, he has treated the Great Mountain as his own wife and even his own flesh. Every cabin hung on the Great Mountain, every piece of armor erected, every plug-in crystal magnetic turret adsorbed, it takes him days and nights to figure out the most appropriate arrangements to make the most of them.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Big Mountain is like a stacked garbage mountain pile. Live escape is a giant steel beast with deformed tumors. There are exposed heat sinks, heat insulation boards and various unknown metal components everywhere. It seems as if you don't have to wait for the Imperial Army to bomb you, flying in the star sea will break apart, let alone make extremely dangerous star jumps.

Someone even invented a non-existent rank for this ship called "ancient giant garbage," meaning that both ancient and giant garbage were amalgamated.

But only Kokanda and his brothers, who have been fighting alongside him for decades, know how solid and reliable this ancient giant trash mountain is, how to help them fight the fiercest star storm, the fiercest crushed rock star currents, the most dangerous four-dimensional space ripple, and how to hold the Imperial Army artillery fire one at a time, thinking about each other's defensive line, and shatter the old taller guys, like crushing the original ore, into powder!

“The Grand Mountain can do anything but have children; it dares to break in anywhere but the Empire's capital, the Polar Realm and the Starscream! ”

This is the most resolute belief of the crew of the Grand Mountain, including Captain Kokanta.

But today…

In anticipation of the attack they will launch tomorrow, Gao Kangda, the fixer who has been slaughtered in countless sieges and countersieges, is still intolerable and secretly swallows spit.

After this battle, the ship, which has followed him for decades and even long since become home to him and countless others, is likely to truly break apart, sink into sand and become a giant piece of garbage that floats forever in the stars and seas.

It's just, do they have any other options?

If they had a choice, they wouldn't have started a major uprising 20 years ago, but be honest with their miners and eat with all their strength!

God knows that his brothers, Gokanda, are all diligent, honest people, and not half of them are lazy and slippery.

Mining in the pits deep in the planet is already extremely dangerous, traveling through extremely unstable bands of crushed rock stars and mining hundreds of times as dangerous as radiation, meteors and storms in the stars and seas!

For centuries, from ancestors to them all bite their teeth. I don't know how many precious ores have been collected for sects and empires with their hands and bones. Whether it is to cultivate those extremely painful geniuses in order to increase strength, endurance and radiation resistance, or to modify some of their organs with special genetic potions and fortifiers, or even take energetic pills for a long time. Many people have fought for days and nights in a row and fall silently on their posts... These things are a routine meal for them. No one has ever complained about them, they are contributing to the nation and human civilization!

But how can this country, this damn civilization of humanity, be so difficult to satisfy? Are they to blame for their laziness when mining quotas are increasing each year, but all somewhat more stable and easily exploitable places are exploited, and they have to step into hazardous areas filled with radiation, high energy particle streams and extremely unstable rock belts, and mining efficiency has naturally declined dramatically, while casualty rates have risen dramatically?

These logic, Kokang University has never told the management of the fairy repair above many times before, the brothers have really tried their best, so tired that they can't even throw up blood, but the foreman just ignored, those foremen with barbed electromagnetic war whips are spicy and harsh, one whip can suck people's flesh, two whips can crush people's five bones, three whips can suck people's soul away.

At the end of the day, seeing that no more value can be squeezed from these miners, the sect is still thinking of introducing several fully automatic spiritual energy puppet mining and smelting production lines, replacing all human mining systems with mining puppets.

Sadly, they have been engaged in mining for generations since hundreds of years, and have done nothing but prospecting and mining, not to mention the extremely harsh asteroid belt, which does not provide an environment sufficient for them to survive, and how can they survive if the mining puppets replace them all?