How the Zergs were Made

Chapter 849 Unyielding Captive

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

This is a war of the gods, a random blow from both sides brings fatal destruction, and can easily wipe out all species on a planet.

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

The enemy is very powerful, even if it is the spirit master who dominates the spiritual realm, facing their attacks, he will have to drink hatred. He can't hold on for even a quarter of an hour, and he will even resist the summons because he has been wiped out too many times.

The balance of combat power relies entirely on sacrifice and quantity maintenance.

His comrades-in-arms were gradually exhausted, and the balance of victory was gradually tilting towards the enemy.

Watching the combat vehicles driven by his comrades disappear one by one in the dazzling bright spots that suddenly appeared, the unyielding will of a soldier urged Peng Ao to act quickly.

No...can't watch...I have to do something...I have to...

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

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

And 'he' was in the middle of the battlefield, narrowly avoiding the strange attacks of the enemy time and time again.

……that's me?

How am I where?

If that's me, who am I...

No one answered Peng Ao's question. Death and destruction were staged in front of him in turn. A huge beam of light swept across a planet, as easily as a hot knife cutting through tofu, leaving a scarlet scar on the surface.

The intensity of the battle steadily increased with the passage of time, and Peng Ao saw that the outsides of those bodies were unconsciously covered with a thin brown layer that was wriggling.

Peng Ao instinctively wanted to speak out to remind his comrades in arms, but no matter how he shouted, he was still unable to convey the message, and could only watch helplessly as the bodies fell one by one.

Unwilling, unwilling, but there is no other way.

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

If you lose, what will happen to the future of the world, destruction will cover everything...

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

I saw, they shouted.

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

The huge foundation of the world began to distort under their power, and the terrifying power inside was guided out. This was the last decision of these remaining fighters.

"Bloom! The main sequence star! Bring destruction to the amoeba!"

The endless brilliance drowns everything, and the destructive power destroys everything. This is the destruction of a world and the rebirth of a world.

"No!"

Peng Ao's instinctive cry, he broke free from some kind of shackles, and when his mind completely regained consciousness, he suddenly found himself in a room completely made of flesh.

He merged with this fleshy room, and in front of him was a huge eyeball, staring at him who had just recovered his sanity.

"Break free, you are really special."

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

This kind of hearing is not hearing in the true sense, but based on the direct connection of nerve fibers to the auditory nerve area of ​​Peng Ao's brain to achieve information transmission.

A lot of memories flooded into Peng Ao's mind.

Yes, the battle is over, they have already lost, lost to the amoeba, and now they are one of the captives.

"Amoebae, you will eventually perish."

Peng Ao stared straight at that eyeball with hatred and still unquenchable fighting spirit.

"Weak and cruel words are meaningless and a waste of energy. It seems that the evaluation level of the ethnic group needs to continue to be lowered. It is most appropriate to use stupidity on you now."

Eyeballs looked indifferently at Peng Ao, who was already helpless but still fighting, and did not arouse too much reaction because of the other party's words.

Just like the experimenters on the earth will not have any big reaction to the estrus of the mice, the only thing is to look down.

"We know from other captives that you are the risk-removal union in the seventh floor, also known as the risk-resolver. It is your duty to protect the door world, and you will take the initiative to eliminate any factors that may permanently damage the door world."

"Then the next step is the interrogation session. You can refuse to cooperate, but you have to be aware of the consequences. Your actions will determine the existence of your family of risk removers."

The collector directly and clearly stated the seventh class to which Peng Ao belonged.

Peng Ao looked at the big eyes of the collector without fear, and responded to the collector sarcastically.

"You amoebas can only use such inferior threats."

"Why do you think such a threat can scare me? If I were afraid of the destruction of the race, I would not be here."

I don't know whether he was intimidated by the aura of Peng Ao, the risk-seeker, or he was simply thinking about other things, that eyeball blinked and he was stunned for a while.

Then began to retract.

"Since this is the case, forget it. Anyway, if you don't mention other races, you will also say that there are many other seventh-tier prisoners, and they are all the same."

Eyeball was stopped by Peng Ao.

"etc!"

"What do you want to know?"

A simple sentence disintegrated the strong-willed Peng Ao, and the collectors are now proficient in the means of inducing the target's thinking.

It is almost impossible for the same race to have no barriers, even among collectors, there will be situations where they do not understand each other and need to communicate.

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

The estrangement is the best catalyst to generate a chain of suspicion, which is also the reason why the collector disintegrates a strong-willed fighter like Peng Ao with a simple sentence.

Peng Ao is prejudiced against other races of the same class. This prejudice is the inevitable effect of racial segregation, and Peng Ao himself can naturally deduce that other races see themselves in the same way.

Peng Ao can abandon himself, his race, and refuse to cooperate with collectors for the sake of the righteousness of the world, but he cannot guarantee that other race fighters can do the same.

So many captured fighters will always give in again, but the hard bones like Peng Ao, and the risk-removing race behind him who were destroyed because they refused to amoeba, what they did was meaningless at all.

In this way, the suspicion chain is completed.

What Peng Ao wants to bet on is his own race, his own mother civilization, and the most important thing is that the income is not directly proportional to the effort. Even if he refuses to cooperate with the collectors, the race of risk-seekers will not get any huge benefits, nor will they accomplish any surprises. achievements of the world.

All things considered, Peng Ao, who originally planned to be tough to the end, immediately gave in like a collector.

And these, the collectors had expected, and Peng Ao's reaction was also within their plans.

Facing the resigned Peng Ao, the collector asked the questions he had prepared earlier.

"What is the 'Morning Star'?"