My Clone Empire

"Welcome! May God be with you!" When the airtight door opened, forty-nine assimilators stood at the door of the airlock and greeted the apostles who floated in with "joy".

"May God be with us!" several apostle officers replied touching their hearts.

"We brought you enough living supplies for fifty years and equipment to transform the space station!"

"My lord bishop ordered you to build a large space station here that can provide a dock for the colony spacecraft!" The leading officer took off his helmet and walked into the space station.

"Not in a hurry, we have cultivated some food using the cultivation facilities of the space station, and we have also brewed some fine wine."

"You have come with the hope that God gave us, and we must thank God for his gift with a grand celebration banquet!" The priest came to the officers with a book of Acelus.

"We have no reason to object! We need to be grateful for God's gift!" Several officers smiled at each other, the meaning in the smiles was indescribable.

That night, in the central hall of the space station, the assimilators in the space station filled the hall with storage boxes as tables. Except for a few crew members on the five battleships and transport ships, everyone came to the hall to prepare The banquet is about to begin.

These apostle soldiers are very at ease. After all, they and others risked their first attempt to sail in dark space to this planet a few light-years away, and sent these workers the supplies they need to survive.

And they also held back in the dark space for half a year, it's time to let off steam, as the priest said, this is just a banquet to thank God for his gift!

Late at night, laughter and roars filled the hall that was used as a restaurant. The assimilators and apostles cheered loudly holding their wine glasses high. The centrifugal force provided by the gravity ring allowed the alcohol in these wine glasses to be swayed to the ground as if it were on the ground. , The entire hall is filled with the aroma of alcohol volatilization.

"I...I can't do it anymore!" The commander of the supply fleet became reeling under the persuasion of several female assimilators, and he felt his vision began to blur.

"Captain, you can't drink just this much, can you? Such a small amount of alcohol can't satisfy the gods!" The priest came to the commander with a wine glass and laughed.

"I still can drink it!" The commander reached out and snatched a full wine glass from the hand of the female assimilator and drank it in one gulp.

"It's almost there, they have lost their ability to move!" The priest's eyes turned cold when he saw the commander fell to the ground.

All the assimilators present overturned the food and drinks on the table, and pulled out a bunch of homemade rifles from the storage box.

"Two people, tie up these guys!" The priest waved his hand, and all the assimilators stepped forward one after another, one with a gun for cover, and the other tightly tied up these drunken apostles.

At this moment, an apostle who seemed to be drunk suddenly jumped up. He was not actually drunk, but was secretly observing the behavior of the personnel in these space stations.

But unfortunately, this apostle is not the protagonist in the movie, he has no ability to dodge bullets, when he jumped into the air, a bullet has been shot from the pistol in the hands of the priest, and the apostle was headshot .

"Whether you are still awake or not, please listen carefully, we just want to limit your ability to move, not kill you! Please don't make a fearless resistance!" The priest stood on a storage box and shouted.

At this time, six apostles stood up tremblingly with their hands raised high. Obviously, the apostle was shot in the head just now and frightened the few people who wanted to rise up secretly.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation!" The priest nodded with a smile, and motioned for two assimilators to come forward and tie the hands and feet of the six people.

After confirming that everyone was restricted in their ability to move, the priest nodded and signaled for several assimilators to lift up the five storage boxes.

"What are you going to do?" An apostle looked at these boxes with some horror and shouted. His biological sixth sense made him deeply afraid of these ordinary-looking boxes.

"It's nothing, just let you be with your gods!" The priest smiled grimly.

Several assimilators opened the box and took out the metal cans one by one.

A ball of black pompom was poured from the jar onto the face of the drunk by the assimilators.

Immediately afterwards, these fluffy balls quickly drilled into the bodies of these people along their nostrils and mouths.

After completing the parasitism, the assimilators will step forward to untie these people.

"Assimilator 113 is here to report!" A Mosed man who was untied suddenly raised his head and shouted, then took the weapon handed by the assimilator beside him and stood aside.

"What the hell are you! The church will not let you go!" The six sober apostles shouted in horror as they watched the strange scene in front of them.

"I can tell you the truth very generously. We are the troops of the Ida Star Federation, but it is a pity that you will not survive today!" The priest smiled coldly, and then nodded slightly to the few assimilators beside him.

The six assimilators walked towards the six sober apostles holding black pompoms.

"No! Don't!" the six shouted in horror.

"Wait, leave one person alone, I want him to see what we are going to do, and let him understand!" The priest suddenly reached out his hand to stop it.

"Understood!" An assimilator retreated to the side holding the parasite, and the remaining five continued to put the parasite on the faces of the five apostles, leaving only one alive.

"Stick his hands and feet together and seal them with plastic to prevent him from escaping!" As soon as the priest's words fell, the two assimilators carried the apostle and pushed him into a metal barrel. And filled it with blue jelly.

After a while, an apostle whose head was left outside and whose body was fixed by hard plastic was thrown to the ground.

"In the next few days, you will see with your own eyes that the end of your Merced Church has begun! The light of your gods will be obscured by darkness!" The priest knelt down and licked the long tongue over the hard skin of the apostle.

"Hey, the taste is not bad, the taste of you Merced people is really weird!" The priest smacked his mouth and complained.

A few days later, five warships and five simple armed cargo ships sailed into the dark space, and the old space station was turned into flying fragments in the flames.

"Set the destination: the L4 colony of the Principality of Langanda!" The priest sat on the captain's seat and raised his hand.

Beside him is the apostle of the "fake stick" who is fixed by several chains.

"You guys! What are you doing in Langanda Principality!" The apostle suddenly had a bad feeling. ()