The Death Knell

The players in the national games, as well as the audience in the elf capital, cannot see the live broadcast of channel 52, but can only see a huge scroll with very single information.

So now they can only see their compatriots grilling bugs happily, completely unaware that these people have been sentenced to death, and now it is just a countdown to life.

Alien larvae, like most parasites, secrete anesthetic body fluids, so when they eat internal organs in the human stomach and grow up, the victim often feels no pain.

By the time you vomit blood and feel uncontrollable pain, it's almost time for the bug to break out of your body.

But now it seems that the players are eating happily. While they are eating facehuggers, they are also being eaten by alien larvae. This seems to be a cycle.

"It seems that the elves are weaker than I thought. There is a high probability that they will stop at the second level. They are not playable..." Su Ming said to the ambush bug, and patted the opponent's thigh: "But you don't have to worry. The creativity of this program is here. It's easy to find players. Do you, Channel 52, want the rights to the program?"

"Of course, when you put it like that, I think it's really feasible." Ambush Bug's eyes lit up. He was planning to turn the national games into a series: "We can find different planets in different universes as venues. Using technology to pretend to be a god is a bit difficult when it comes to rewards.”

"What's so difficult about this? Just find those aliens who are too poor to eat. There are plenty of them in the universe, abduct them to play games, and after passing the customs, provide some food to their tribe."

Lifespan and ability cannot be given, but if they can be replaced by "matter" in reality, what else is there?

Human beings desire things at a relatively high level, but there are many aliens in the universe who are willing to sacrifice their lives for just one bite.

Maybe in the vast universe, human beings are not the best, but they are not the worst either.

Although it is still difficult for ordinary people to enter the universe independently, the aliens they come into contact with are either flying spaceships to invade the earth, or they are super strong men who can sweep the world alone. This makes people mistakenly believe that there are all aliens. High technology, all very strong.

But in fact, there are countless alien indigenous civilizations on planets that are inaccessible to humans. They are much more backward than humans, and some of them are from the Stone Age.

In the sea of ​​stars where there are many races, there are as many civilizations as there are fish in the sea, but not many can truly realize the evolution of life and land on land.

Those who land on land can occupy a high position in the food chain and become predators in the ecological chain of the universe. What remains in the sea will be the fish on other people's tables in the future. The universe itself is so cruel.

"It makes sense!" The ambush bug slapped his forehead and complained to himself with some annoyance: "Why didn't I think of this? The rewards can also be very down-to-earth. Let's choose food. Although the current food output of Earth 0 There is a bit of a problem, but there is plenty of food in other parallel worlds, and it was you who reminded me, Deathstroke."

"It's easy to say, you can just pay the copyright fee as you see fit. Or you can just give the old US dollar bills with serial numbers to Harley. Just say that it is the household income I gave her. Oh, the planet that is currently being used is also sold to You guys, I will move it to the Earth 0 universe later and place it next to the solar system, so that it will be easier for your staff to operate in the future."

Yes, the created space can be reused and sold to those in need instead of discarding it.

"You are so good to Harley. If I were a woman, I would want to be with you, Brother Deathstroke." The ambush bug winked at the mercenary, and he deliberately shook his shoulders, as if he wanted to make himself look more attractive. Funny: "I'll discuss it with Taili later, and we should be able to do it."

"There will be many opportunities for us to cooperate in the future." Su Ming patted Grasshopper on the back and responded with a smile: "Okay, let's go back to the current topic. Look at No. 4, his expression. .”

Everyone on the flying carpet looked in that direction along the finger of the death knell. At this time, No. 4 did not seem to be particularly uncomfortable. It was just that the hand holding the skewer stopped in front of his mouth. A drop of sweat was quietly flowing down his temples.

"Is it coming?" Ciri was looking forward to it. She was waiting to see the elves being forced to have children, even though this guy was going to give birth to an alien.

"It's almost time. My improved aliens will transform faster, and they can choose when to come out." Su Ming nodded to the adjutant and asked her to do the video recording, which will be taken as a souvenir for Ciri later: "Take a close-up of the camera and prepare for high-speed photography."

While they were talking about arrangements, the elf next to the bonfire also started talking. The firelight illuminated his face, but he couldn't feel any warmth, only a kind of coldness coming from the bone marrow, as if he had been whitewashed. Completely surrounded by frost.

He covered his chest and frowned:

"I seem a little... uncomfortable."

"What? But there's nothing wrong with this meat."

His teammates came closer and reached out to touch his chest and forehead. As flesh-and-blood creatures, elves also have hearts and body temperatures.

At least...that's how it should be.

But at this time, the other elves did not feel the heartbeat, but instead felt something else, as if there was a fish swimming continuously in the chest cavity between the ribs, and Elf No. 4's body temperature was even frighteningly low. , like a piece of ice, or a dead person.

However, before they could communicate more, Elf No. 4 spat out a mouthful of blood like a fountain. The blood fell on the bonfire and stirred up a fishy smoke. Then, his whole body seemed to be... As if being pinched by invisible hands, she performed a twisting dance on her belly on the spot.

Just when his teammates didn't know what happened to him...

"Snapped!"

A black, smooth head drilled out of his chest like a cannonball, and fragments of internal organs and bone fragments suddenly flew everywhere. The mouth of the monster full of fangs was still mixed with the flesh and blood of No. 4. As soon as it was born There was a piercing scream.

The cry was like scratching a blackboard with sharp nails, or sharpening scissors with a file late at night. It was an indescribable noise with a special rhythm.

And this cry was like a rallying call. Within a few seconds, the other three elves who went underground with No. 4 to get food all had aliens in their chests. Although these four aliens were only as big as a puppy, But they were extremely ferocious, and the next second they breathed in the fresh air, they all pounced on the only remaining Elf No. 5.

Although they are just newborn larvae, they have completed metamorphosis. Their mouthparts and acidic body fluids are the same as those of large adults. The last elf warrior wanted to resist, but he was only three steps away from the dead. This distance How could he be faster than the monster?

"ah!

! "

Along with a scream, the bonfire with handfuls of blood poured on it was extinguished, leaving only the sound of eating in the cargo hold, the interesting rhythm of the bony tail slapping the ground, and darkness... ..