Xiao Yao has to admit that the Rare race has a "humanity" that is extremely close to that of humans, but at the same time they have a cold and mechanical "team consciousness", and they can accept "individual sacrifice for the group" more easily than humans, which may be one of the reasons why the Rare civilization can complete global unification faster than human civilization and enter the cosmic era faster.

However, Xiao Yao doesn't think this is an advantage - such a blind emphasis on the interests of the whole and squeezing the individual self as much as possible means that the soil for the birth of heroes is almost erased.

Everyone can be a hero of civilization, which means that there are no real heroes.

After learning about the cruel sentence of the high-level, the Rare on the starship calmed down collectively at a speed that Xiao Yao did not even expect, after the initial anxiety, anger, dissatisfaction and despair, it was just less than a day of hysteria-

They accepted the verdict from the top, but put forward some additional conditions of their own: such as regular communication with their relatives, demands for better living conditions, etc......

In the somewhat surprised eyes of Xiao Yao and Xiao Ash, the negotiation between the starship and the high-level was over, and Xiao Yao finally understood why Saratier chose to directly say the high-level sentence without any embellishment - such a reaction was also expected by her.

"Different species, different ways of thinking...... It's really hard to understand. Xiao Yao sighed with heartfelt emotion, "Although it seems that this way of dealing with it is perfect, I have to say that if I was really there at the time, it is estimated that I would blow up the bottom warehouse halfway......"

Ash nodded approvingly, and casually stuffed the last bit of snack into his mouth.

Subsequently, the challenge of Riel civilization gambling everything officially kicked off.

With this newly built space station as the coordinate origin, it seems that the entire universe is spinning wildly around it, with meteors streaking across and stars breathing...... Countless magnificent wonders come and go, reflecting the epic of civilization that is about to unfold.

Mortal bodies, dissecting gods.

……

Three years later.

The shrill siren exploded in an instant, and the red light was there

The entire metal corridor flickered, and the metal city suspended in the universe was once again on the highest level of alert.

"District 14 alert, polluters have reappeared, and the pollution level of the old India has reached level four! Level 4 Alert! The execution squad has been dispatched! ”

The cacophony echoed through the huge space station along with the sound of alarms, and all the Riel who was still working immediately stopped what they were doing and went to the nearest shelter in unison - a set of habitual actions that Riel was already very familiar with.

A hoarse, muffled roar echoed through the empty hallway, like a fingernail scraping glass, like a gust of wind blowing from a cavern leading to the ground...... It wasn't a sound that any living being's vocal organs could make, it was sticky and bloody, it was simply an echo from hell!

Even the almost soundproof shelters couldn't stop the roar from spreading, and the Rare tacitly covered their ears with their hands, a special mark on their wrist glowing scarlet.

It is a new technology that Arrail has developed in the past few years - a special energy brand named "Old Seal", which is extremely sensitive to the pollution of the past, and as the pollution of the old days increases, its light will become more and more intense.

This is a device used to monitor the mental state of the Riels, and the medical team is on standby to treat the old sigil with too much light, and when the old sigil's light intensity reaches a certain level, the alarm will be triggered - this means that the pollution of the old power has reached an extremely terrible level, and the loss of sanity has been irreparable, and the whole of Riel ...... All of them will be transformed into complete monsters.

"Let's go! Footprints lead this way! Salatier, who was holding a laser gun in his hand, shouted anxiously, "The polluters are completely out of control, everyone be vigilant!" ”

In front of the execution team led by Salatir was a Ryel lying in a pool of blood, his internal organs turned out, as if he had been ravaged by a wild beast, and the scattered footprints in the blood stretched out in one direction.

The execution squad clenched the weapons in their hands and nervously followed the blood-colored footprints, their old seals flickering slightly

With a scarlet light, it seemed to reflect the owner's nervous mood.

"That's not right! This is the ...... Polluters are going to the bottom warehouse? Youriel suddenly became alert and subconsciously exclaimed.

The warehouse on the ground floor, the biggest and deepest nightmare in the entire space station, the source of all the power of the past...... The site of all the old corpses.

Saratil's vigilance instantly rose to its peak, and she ignored the danger that might be hidden in the darkness, gritted her teeth and rushed down the corridor - it was the bottom line of the entire space station, and not even the slightest threat could be allowed.

Otherwise, it will not only be this small space station that will be destroyed.

As they walked through the last of the slightly normal corridors, the atmosphere of the entire space station corridor changed, and the supposedly impregnable metal walls spread out cobweb-like cracks, and a closer look at those cracks could reveal desecrated flesh and blood tissue, spreading like the roots of plants on the bottom of the station.

The remnants of the old gods are so strangely coexisting with the space station.

Salatir couldn't imagine what would happen to the polluter in a place that was already so strange and terrifying, if the polluter actually came into contact with the corpses of the past.

The firing squad scurried through the last hallway, and they followed the bloody footprints on the floor to the door of the warehouse that sealed the nightmare, everything seemed to hint at the worst possible end.

However, the tense atmosphere to the limit disappeared with a sentence.

"It's alright, Captain, it's dead." Standing in the shadows, Riel walked out slowly, dragging a mutated body of Riel in his hand, and the mutated head in his other hand.

The skin around Rare's corpse was covered in pitch-black lines, the muscles swelled and squeezed everything in a completely unnatural way, and his ribcage was squeezed open by the frantically growing tissue within, and countless bright red tentacle-like objects spread out, and it was clear that if these tentacles were swept away, it might be more than just a small gap.

If it were to be hostile, it was undoubtedly one of the worst enemies Riel could imagine.