Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

All kinds of beautiful halos surround it, the trajectory of navigation and the plankton turret seem to form a special set of ecosystems, not just a “planetary” warship, but a whole galaxy, constantly absorbing cosmic matter and expanding living galaxies!

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Before Teresa could be deterred by the beauty and magnificence of the Galactic Battleship, she saw something far behind them.

That was the scariest scene in the universe. It was a nightmare that could not be described with a pen and ink. It was the image of the end of everything!

At first glance, it was a meteorite rain, swooping and roaring towards them.

But as the starship scanning system continues to grow, transmitting clearer images and richer data, Theresa gradually sees the details of this meteorite rain —— over countless asteroid-sized meteorites, across intersecting fractures, with countless ugly tentacles intertwined with each other, weaving countless meteorites together into a mesh that almost devours the entire universe.

This mesh of life is coming from all directions towards their fleet.

With the constant tightening and peristalsis of the mesh, the surface of the meteorite also emerges a circle of ugly halos, turning into countless faces of intelligent life with strange smiles, threatening or tempting this fleet of original civilizations in exile.

Despite the inability of the universe vacuum to deliver sound, Theresa can still hear their heartfelt laughter and howling.

Strange, this disgusting image and the sound of piercing the eardrum should make her feel absolutely disgusted, but her mind shook up and gave birth to the idea of "how many months of such an escape is the head, why not stop and end it early”.

These days, she looked like a black snake, wrapped around her tightly, making her breathing difficult, her hands cold, and almost all the nerve connections to the starship were cut off.

At the same time, another icy conical voice emerged in the deepest part of my mind, with only two words:

“Flood tide. ”

Teresa freaked out and instantly regained consciousness.

If she's right, this is the true face of the flood - at least, of a small wave that devours the world's floods.

Surrounded by plankton turrets hundreds of thousands of kilometres around the perimeter of the starship, they fired continuously, and a speckled column of light fired at each other. However, these were enough to evaporate the destructive light of the entire asteroid. Between the vast dark stardust, they were as bleak and shaky as candles in the wind. Even if they hit the tide, they could not cause half the loss to the other, but rather provoked the tide, making the living meteorite rain, peristalsis and the speed of flight a few minutes faster.

“Too far away. ”

Theresa's instincts as a gunner and fire controller are gradually awakening, and she thinks, "At such a distance, the other side is like some kind of cluster life, without obvious weaknesses and core, and this level of bombardment is simply not likely to hit the other side again. ”

The commander of the fleet of former civilized exiles should not be unaware of this, why waste energy and ammunition in a meaningless way?

Theresa quickly understood why the commander had to fire at a distance.

The flood tide is getting closer and the fleet's fire is getting stronger, and the dead light finally gathers into a sharp scalpel, silently tearing the flood tide into thousands of pieces.

However, in each piece of debris, new tentacles have been regrown, hundreds of tentacles swing backwards at the same time, creating a ripple in a solid three-dimensional space. These flood tide debris are like octopuses in the deep sea, and their speed instantly rises to its limit, and they are faster than a full-speed starship!

Flood tide actually masters some kind of ultra-short jumping capability.

The so-called tentacle swing, not wandering in the vacuum, but “frog jumping” in the vacuum, moves in a little instant.

To completely destroy this flood tide, it must be torn to the most basic unit that can no longer be torn apart, followed by the sound of cannons and the annihilation of all matter.

An almost impossible task to accomplish.

And that's the test Theresa's going to face.

With a massive influx of information into Teresa's mind, she has been given permission to operate hundreds of plankton cannons at 12 o'clock, which must form a solid line of defense, resist, and hold back at least one hour of flying flood debris to buy time for the exile fleet's emergency jump to the sea.

“Buzz, buzz! ”

Every plankton became an extension of her mind and limbs, and she could clearly sense that the plankton's reaction core was trembling at high speeds, and the beautiful rays formed a speckled, finely shattered oil color on a black canvas, which was then crumbled by the flood debris that crashed into it.

With Theresa's rapid calculation and precise manipulation, a large number of flood tide fragments were hit and torn apart by her.

But the ripped flood debris still possesses the ability to peristalize and attack, as it becomes smaller, more flexible and quicker.

Finally, half an hour after contact between the two sides, a flood tide fragment broke through Theresa's fire line and hit her plankton turret.

With both sides nearby, Theresa is finally able to see the true face of the flood tide debris.

It's the kind of garbage that doesn't appear in the worst nightmares, a bunch of rocks, metals, and flesh mixed together, and it's obvious that nothing called life should be born in it but a slight twitch, creep, and wheeze in a cold universe.

Theresa even saw an eye-like organ with a vicious smile in it, through a shell that looked like the wreckage of a starship.

Subsequently, tentacles made up of plenty of flesh, optical fiber and crystal cable, stretched out from the depths of the flood tide debris and heavily inserted into the plankton turret, accompanied by a current noise of "grunt, grunt, grunt," which completely devoured the plankton turret.

The image of this floating turret turned black and red.

In the image of the surrounding plankton turret, it is clear that this plankton turret was wrapped in flood tide debris and turned into a huge cocoon, the cocoon shell quickly cracked, brand new, flesh-wrapped, rusty spots, all kinds of mucus quickly solidified, and the ugly plankton turret was born.

However, this nascent plankton turret is no longer controlled by Theresa or any of the original clans.

It became part of the flood tide, turning the direction and firing heavily at the surrounding plankton turrets.

Theresa's firepower grid was suddenly torn apart, and she had to draw some computational power against the polluted plankton, as a result of which more and more flood tide debris drilled in, eroding the defensive layer of the exile fleet, like bacteria and viruses, and even several leaking fish chiefs drove straight in, close to the body of the diamond-shaped warship.