Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

If He Shenyan knew what Strange was thinking, he would have been a little moved, and immediately told him not to come over and make trouble.

He stared deeply at the eerie dark cloud and looked down at the ground. There are collapsed cities and ruins as far as the eye can see, and the architectural styles of the Star Children are indeed qualified to ridicule human beings. From the remaining traces of civilization, He Shenyan can see that this race has put a lot of effort into art.

Too bad it didn't work - and, after civilization was destroyed. The better it had been, the more unpleasant the ruins were.

He Shenyan closed his eyes, his mental tentacles carefully avoided the dark clouds above his head, got into the ground, and began to search for the traces of the Star Children.

The dark clouds were still diligently absorbing the resentment from the Star Children, turning a blind eye to the appearance of He Shenyan. In fact, if Tony hadn't been staring at it, he'd be fine right now.

Eventually, he found them three thousand meters underground.

"Your Excellency, it has been confirmed that General Ke Orlei Teborius is completely dead. Its mental fluctuations can no longer be observed by the stargazers."

In the dark hall, a dark monster knelt down on one knee and reported to the darkness in front of him.

After a while, there was a murmur in the darkness: "What about the rest?"

"Also completely dead."

"Get ready and send the second advance team over. If we can't gain some advantage for our transfer, at least let them hide there and gain a foothold. What about today's daily debriefing?"

"Three thousand three hundred and twelve people died today, your lord."

"What about the breeding grounds?"

"Those workers in the breeding farm are working overtime to urge them, and they are expected to get a new batch of slave labor next year."

"Not enough, it takes three years for the slaves to mature. We don't have much time. According to the calculations of the stargazers, the speed of the dark cloud is getting faster and faster. Put another batch of seeds into the breeding ground and let them produce more. When the slave labor comes out, it doesn’t matter whether they live or die. Divide half of the people who died today into the transformation system, supply them to the breeding grounds, and let them eat more.”

"According to the order, your honor."

The Star Child who was in charge of the report stood up silently and left the dark hall. A faint sigh came from the darkness.

The invisible He Shenyan appeared here, and in the dark depths of the hall, a child of the stars who had almost lost their racial shape was crawling on the ground. Complicated instruments are connected to its exposed brain, and its body seems to be shaking slightly with pain.

The mage gave it a meaningful look and shook his head.

A species can really do anything to survive.

Breeding Farm - You can guess what this place is for just by the name. But the ones raised in it are not livestock, but a group of children of the stars whose brains have been sucked and their reproductive ability has been enhanced through genetic technology. They can supply 10,000 slaves a year, and one slave takes about three years to mature.

The surviving first-generation Children of the Stars and their descendants have learned to behave, and even the slave workers have been brainwashed.

Only 3,000 of them don't, but these 3,000 have only three years of life. As long as they mature, they will be brutally killed, transported to the ground through pipelines, and supplied to the dark clouds to absorb their resentment. with negative emotions.

The Children of the Stars survived in this way.

But what do they eat?

The answer is very simple, it is still slave labor.

Of the 10,000 slave laborers, 3,000 were supplied to the dark cloud. Three thousand were given to the stargazers for spell testing, and the remaining four thousand were all food.

This cycle is broken every ten years, as the Star Children in the breeding farm are replaced every ten years. The four thousand slaves who were supposed to be food would turn into mindless breeders.

This kind of survival is really outrageous, you know, all the children of the stars are actually the descendants of the first generation of the children of the stars. This race apparently has normal moral values ​​from memory, but they can still do this kind of thing...

He Shenyan raised his hand,

Stealth removed. The first-generation star child who was crawling in the darkness in the hall was still unconscious. It's so old that the dark skin on it even looks faded, the prismatic brain is exposed, and the pipes are pumping red liquid inwards.

Those things were the crushed corpse of the Star Child, transformed through a special system, and turned into some kind of powerful hallucinogen—yes, this first-generation Star Child was taking drugs. In order to better absorb the hallucinogen, it even removed its own skull and took the most direct brain injection.

The hallucinogen material is made from the corpse of its child.

The mage looked at this thing, and there were seventy-three other first-generation children of stars like it. After the war, their numbers plummeted. There were originally two hundred, but in the dark time of fifteen hundred years, many of them committed suicide.

He took a step forward, and his spiritual tentacles picked up the first-generation Star Child. Still in the hallucination, it knew nothing about the coming fate, He Shenyan made a gesture, and the hall suddenly lit up.

In order to save energy, the hall that has been lit up for thousands of years is brightened up again. He Shenyan shook his head, and didn't know whether to sigh or disgust - it didn't even want to turn on the lights in order to save energy. But hid in the dark and lay on the ground to explore the hallucinations with the corpse of his own child.

The mental power tentacle pulled out the tube, and the red liquid spilled on the ground. He shook the first-generation Star Child casually. Its head swayed around, and its prismatic brain was still exposed. At this moment, it was beating rhythmically.

The mage stared at it, and the phantom flames flickered. It immediately let out a slight moan. The beautiful vision that hallucinogens gave it was being transformed into a terrifying nightmare, and its body began to shake violently. He Shenyan ignored his life and death, opened a portal, and came to the surface.

Dark clouds were still rolling overhead.

He Shenyan patiently aggravated the nightmare a little bit. He wanted to let this first-generation Star Child suffer to death, but don't get me wrong, it wasn't to kill it to vent his anger, or to avenge the Star Children who were persecuted by it. He simply wanted to witness the feeding process of Dark Cloud with his own eyes.

A few minutes later, the first-generation Star Child, who had spent hundreds of years in the illusion, let out a short whimper. The prismatic brain gradually faded away. He Shenyan let go of the mental tentacles, and its pitch-black body immediately fell down. But when it was about to hit the ground, it was slowly pulled up by the dark clouds.

It floats slowly, little by little, up to the sky. The prismatic brain gradually left the body and flew towards the rolling dark clouds. The body fell to the ground without making a sound. The mage stared in the direction where its brain disappeared, and nodded thoughtfully.

His research addiction was committed.