In the incomparably vast galaxy of the Galactic Wing, the apocalypse on Comia is only a small thing. Even if it were a pebble thrown into a deep blue lake, it would take a long time for that circle of ripples to spread far enough.

The Galactic Galaxy is as calm as ever, but it's also as noisy as ever.

The overwhelming federal government is still engaged in tentative skirmishes with the Ploon, ostensibly with sufficient restraint on both sides, but behind the scenes actively preparing for the coming war.

The federal government's strategy is to isolate the Pleest Organization's sphere of influence through economic sanctions and military blockades, and when the time comes, defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. On the contrary, Baiyo's countermeasures were to actively infiltrate, create chaos by provoking contradictions within the federation and carrying out surprise attacks, in an attempt to dismantle it from within the federation.

But Komia is like a mother in her twilight years, with its 436 satellites, the children slowly but surely wandered in the inherent orbit, and then resolutely plunged into the edge of the Cold War between the federal government and the Hundred Covenants.

As a result, the economic sanctions of the federal government surrounded the outer wall of his compound in advance, and Baiyo's spearhead was also pointed at the courtyard wall of the federal super compound. Poor Comia Field, an already poor, chaotic slum is about to get even worse.

The largest and most important colony in the Comia field, the capital star KW27. The supreme administrator of the Komia Star Domain, Star Head Waters, picked up the office phone and looked at the long list of phone numbers on the light curtain of the phone, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

He lifted a fat meat hand and picked up the coffee that the secretary had brought half an hour ago, and took a sip gently. The cold coffee was bitter, Waters frowned slightly dissatisfied, and smacked his lips, and a few folds of flesh appeared on his fat and kind face, like a bun that had just been pinched.

"Can't you make up your mind if Xing survives first?"

Waters is a native of Comia who has lived through his childhood, adolescence, adolescence, and now middle age at KW27. Touching his completely blessed belly, Waters thought about the bleak state of the Comia star field, nodded slowly, and shook his head again.

Eventually, as if he was afraid that he would regret it the next moment, he pressed the dial button violently.

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"It's really surprising that the Komia Starfield would decide to close the stargate." Beam's voice was deep, speaking from the face of the whiteboard.

Tang Yun put down the instant noodles in his hand, his fingers were scribbling back and forth on the paper star map, if he looked closely, he could see that the skin pores of Tang Yun's entire right arm were faintly oozing with blood beads.

"Are the messages from these interstellar live radio stations accurate? The declaration of independence and secession from the Union is a bit strange no matter how you look at it. ”

The whiteboard shook his head, "Actually, it's all expected, in that kind of political environment, as an outcast, the Comia Star Domain doesn't have much choice. ”

The news of the independence of Komia Star was sent by Interstellar Live Radio, and the radio also announced that it was going to close the stargates D7 and D5 to Jugu Star and Winter Veil Star respectively, so Tang Yun had to change his established route.

Tang Yun gulped down braised beef-flavored instant noodles, which were much more delicious than compressed protein blocks, and there were only one person and one beast in the entire spaceship, and the supply was unimaginably sufficient.

But this was limited to food and water, and for other supply issues, Tang Yun had new troubles.

Sibo continued to release parasitic viruses isolated from the body into Tang Yun's body, and the main function of these viruses can be summed up in only four words, "survival of the fittest".

They will burrow into the host's cells and multiply themselves inside the cell, but this process will not lead to the death of the host cell, but will gradually affect the genetic structure of normal cells according to certain rules, and strengthen the host. And this rule is to enhance the body's adaptability to the external environment.

They reproduce, die, merge, mutate, but always maintain a certain balance. Some, like Staphylococcus aureus on the surface of the skin or obligate anaerobes in the large intestine, are permanently present in the host's body. But the difference is that they are smaller and less numerous, and can only be found in some host cells.

These beneficial little beings can greatly improve the host's ability to adapt to the outside world. For example, extreme heat and cold, dry moisture, cosmic radiation, slight nuclear radiation, etc. But for Tang Yun, the most important thing is not these, but the adaptation to light energy.

With them, perhaps one day in the future, Tang Yun will be able to truly unscrupulously use the miniature light energy engine behind it.

But how do you adapt to the energy? Or is it to stimulate the action of these latent parasitic viruses?

This is back to the state of the Apocalypse concentration camp, which is repeated use, repeated burns, bleeding, and then repeated treatment.

Tang Yun, who had an extremely high pain threshold, was naturally not afraid of pain, and the medicine in the spaceship was enough for him to treat, but the problem was that the energy in the light engine behind him was about to run out.

"You really can't charge the Light Engine? Can't even handle a guy like Nan Guoxin? ”

Tang Yun was a little depressed, this kind of thing like the light energy engine had been on him for nearly two years, and it had brought him all the pain, and now that he finally had hope to come in handy, there was such a problem.

The energy in the light engine operates according to the rules of crystallization in order to release all kinds of useful energy bodies. Therefore, crystallization is only the core of the technology that controls the operation mode of energy, and without energy, photocrystallization will not play the slightest role.

Sibo didn't change Nan Guoxin's face, after all, the memories of each face in its body are the same.

"In fact, it is not difficult, the micro light engine is a copy of the standard light engine, as long as we can test its capacity and energy injection pressure, we can make a small charge cell, or some kind of voltage conversion interface."

"But the problem is that we need specialized tools and materials, and the micro engine is directly attached to your body, so we shouldn't try it out of hand."

Tang Yun sighed, and then showed a somewhat innocent smile.

"The camps were usually filled with energy once a week, and that energy persisted until I got through the crisis, and I really have nothing to complain about."

"But at that time, because the backlash of energy was too powerful, I was sure that I could not use it, so it was normal to use it for a long time."

With a casual flick of his right hand, a thick layer of metal quickly covered it, like a layer of stainless steel armor. With a slight shake, the arm returned to normal, with little abnormality other than a slight oozing blood from the pores.

Seeing that his adaptability to energy had greatly improved, Tang Yun's mood also improved a lot.

Moreover, the entire spaceship at this time is Tang Yun's world alone, although it is only a small ship, if there is only one passenger person, it is still a spacious exaggeration.

Of course, the absence of those brothers who were born and died is still a little lonely. But in any case, it is a proud record for a 14-year-old boy to be able to snatch and own a spaceship on his own.

"I've been working on energy adaptability lately, and I haven't practiced boxing for some days, and I'm going to be rusty."

As he spoke, Tang Yun, who was a childlike child, unlocked and removed the tables, chairs and benches locked on the floor in the entire activity room, sorted them into categories, and stacked them neatly in a row, and then began to slowly move his wrists and ankles.

The face of the whiteboard smiled rarely, "If you want to practice boxing, these tables, tables, chairs and chairs can be piled up casually, I didn't expect you kid to have such an obsessive-compulsive disorder." ”

Tang Yun didn't bother to pay attention to him, smiled and didn't speak, and began to use his fists and kicks happily in the huge field.

The whiteboard is an expert here, and the little face slowly moves to the vicinity of the deltoid muscle of his upper arm with Tang Yun's movements, and in Tang Yun's movements, the changes in the movements here are relatively small, slightly more stable.

"Ancient Bajiquan? It looked a little like it before, I really didn't expect your kid to practice like this. ”