How the Zergs were Made

Chapter 848: Chapter 849 Unyielding Prisoner

Countless beams of light and bright spots occupy the whole void, endless chaos and death.

This is a war of gods. The random blow of both sides is deadly and can easily erase all species on a planet.

Peng Ao stared blankly at everything in front of him, but as a participant in this battle, he watched all this as a third-party bystander.

The enemy is very powerful. Even if he is the spiritual master who dominates the spiritual realm, he has to face their attacks. He can't hold on for even a quarter of an hour, and even resists summoning because he has been erased too many times.

The combat strength competes entirely on sacrifice and quantity.

His comrades gradually became unsupported, and the balance of victory gradually tilted towards the enemy.

The combat bodies driving by their comrades-in-arms suddenly disappeared in the dazzling spots, and as a soldier, his unyielding will urged Peng Ao to act quickly.

No... I can't stand by... I have to do something... I have to...

Peng Ao wants to participate in the war. He wants to drive his own body and step into the battlefield with his comrades-in-arms to fight against the enemy for the future of the world, which is his pride as a soldier.

But after working for a while, he found that this was just his wishful delusion. He was not only a bystander, but also a 'noble' that was deprived of his body.

And 'he' was on the battlefield, almost avoiding the enemy's strange attacks again and again.

...Is that me?

How can I be there?

If that were me, who am I...

No one answered Peng Ao's question. Death and destruction took turns in front of him, and huge beams of light swept across a planet, as easily as a hot knife cutting tofu, leaving a red ferocious scar on the surface.

The intensity of the battle increased steadily over time, and Peng Ao saw that the outside of those bodies was unconsciously covered with a thin layer of brown that was squirming.

Peng Ao instinctively wanted to remind his comrades-in-arms, but no matter how he shouted, he could never convey the message, and could only watch the bodies fall one by one.

Unwilling, unwilling, but there is no other way.

Are you going to lose? No, how can we lose...

If it is defeated, what should the future of the world do? Destruction will cover everything...

The situation has reached an irreparable level, and 'he', as one of the last survivors, worked together to launch the last secret.

and they shouted.

"Lost? Impossible! We haven't lost yet!"

The huge foundation of the world began to distort under their power, and the great internal terrible power was guided out, which was the final decision of the remaining soldiers.

"Bloom! Main sequence star! Destruction will come to the Amoeba!"

Endless glory drowns everything, and the destructive power destroys and destroys. This is the destruction of a world and the rebirth of a world.

"No!"

Peng Ao instinctively shouted, and some kind of shackles were broken off by him. When his mind was completely awake, he suddenly found himself in a room built entirely of meat.

He blended with this fleshy room, and in front of him was a huge eyeball, staring at him who had just regained his mind.

"You broke free. You are really special."

Before Peng Ao could say anything, he 'listen' to the words from that eyeball.

This kind of hearing is not a real sense of hearing, but a message transmission based on the direct connection of nerve fibers to the auditory nerve region of Pengao's brain.

Peng Ao's thinking has a lot of memories.

Yes, the battle has passed, and they have been defeated and defeated by the Amoeba people. Now they are one of the captured prisoners.

"Amiba, you will eventually be destroyed."

Peng Ao looked directly at the eyeball with hatred and an unquenched fighting spirit.

"Weak harsh words are meaningless and a waste of energy. It seems that it is necessary for the ethnic group to continue to lower your evaluation level. Stupidity is the most appropriate for you now."

His eyes looked indifferently at Peng Ao, who had been helpless but was still fighting, and did not provoke too much reaction from the other party's words.

Just like the experimenters on the earth will not react too much to the estrus of the mice, and the only thing is the overlooking.

"We know from other prisoners that you are the seventh class of risk removal unions, also known as risk removers. We take it as our duty to protect the door world and will take the initiative to eliminate any factors that may permanently destroy the door world."

"Then the next step is the interrogation. You can refuse to cooperate, but you have to be clear about the consequences. Your behavior will determine the existence of your arraignment people."

The collector directly and clearly revealed that Peng Ao belongs to the seventh class.

Peng Ao was fearless to look at the big eyes transformed by the collector and responded to the collector sarcastically.

"You Amoeba can only use such a low threat."

"Why do you think such a threat scares me? If I were afraid of the destruction of the race, I wouldn't be here.

I don't know whether he was interrified by the momentum of Peng Ao, a dangerous person, or simply thinking about other things. That eyeball blinked with one eye and was stunned for a moment.

Then it began to retract.

"Since that's the case, forget it. Anyway, if you don't say other races, there will be many other seventh-class prisoners, all the same."

His eyes were stopped by Peng Ao.

"Wait!"

"What do you want to know?"

A simple sentence dissolves the determined Peng Ao, and the collector's means of inducing goal thinking are now perfect.

Between the same race, it is almost impossible to have no estrangement, even if the collectors do not understand each other and need to communicate.

This is true in a race, not to mention the gap between races. Without smooth means of information exchange, the gap will only be ridiculously large.

The estrangement is the best catalyst for the derivative chain of suspicion, which is also the reason why the collector disintegrate Peng'ao, a determined warrior, in a simple sentence.

Peng Ao has prejudice against other races of the same class. This prejudice is the inevitable effect of racial estrangement, and Peng Ao himself can naturally reverse the fact that other races view himself in the same way.

Peng Ao can abandon himself, abandon the race, and refuse to cooperate with the collector for the sake of the righteousness of the world, but he can't guarantee that other racial warriors can also do this.

So many captured soldiers will always be soft, and what they do is meaningless, such as Peng Ao's hard bones and the dangerous race destroyed by rejecting Amoeba.

In this way, the chain of suspicion is completed.

Peng Ao wants to bet on his own race and his mother civilization. The most important thing is that the income is not directly proportional to the contribution at all. Even if he refuses to cooperate with the collector, the dangerous race will not get any great benefits and will not achieve any amazing achievements.

Combining all kinds of things, Peng Ao, who originally intended to be hard to the end, immediately softened like a collector.

And the collectors expected these, and Peng Ao's reaction was also included in their plan.

Facing the soft Peng Ao, the collector asked the questions he had prepared early in the morning.

"What is 'Qingxing'?"

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