This is Nightshade's final hole card.

Few people have noticed Xiao An's cunzài. She's just a little girl, a brain that has been transformed into a half-mechanical, half-cyborg before she reaches adulthood. From the very beginning of this incident, Xiao An obeyed and won the order, and stayed in the room alone and quietly. There is a secret connection to the main computer, and a heavy bulletproof steel gate is set up around the entire cabin, and no one can enter without the command of Night Shadow, and Xiao An cannot come out.

Nightshade already had a premonition that she would fail, and Xiao An was the end of the chaos. Even if he dies unexpectedly, the sensor in the cabin with the same electronic frequency as his body will send a signal to order Xiao An to detonate the spaceship.

Yes, I am selfish and want as many as 10,000 innocent people to be buried.

Yes, I'm cold and don't think at all about those who are alive.

But so what?

When I first set off on Earth, it was repeatedly stated that it was a distant voyage. There is a high chance that you will not be able to return, and you may even disappear into the vast space with your people and ships.

No one coercion, no coercion, it is precisely in consideration of the problems that may arise during the voyage that volunteers are selected from among the right people. If you feel intimidated, why didn't you give up at that time?

Of course, there are parts of this that are beyond expectations.

That is the natural reproduction of the population. Over the course of more than a hundred years, the number of members on board the ship has increased dramatically, and although everyone will grow old and eventually transformed into half-cyborgs, those who have been added to the ship do not have the same conviction as the volunteers. They have no interest in sailing, spend almost all their time in the recreation room, and develop a strong attachment to the distant place of departure, Earth.

It was because of these new additions that the initial crew had an impact. There is a blood relationship between them, and the idea of giving up their lives for the sake of the mission is gradually fading, and more and more people have the idea of returning to Earth alive. It was with such a large group of opponents that the conspiracy of Captain Chen Hengsheng was finally implemented. Around him, there is also a support group that can influence more people.

So, Nightshadow doesn't feel like there's anything wrong with what he's doing.

It's all forced by you!

In the depths of the dark universe, an incomparably brilliant flower of energy suddenly exploded. A fierce red light burst into flames, illuminating the elongated hull of the Explorer 1. It was as if it were a signal, and the rapid and sharp explosion immediately spread throughout the hull. Streams of red light swept across the surface of the ship's hull, bringing up thick clouds of smoke rising into the air. The heavy hull was engulfed in the explosion, and the fragments of parts scattered in all directions were uncountable. The explosion of this kind of Cheng dù is comparable to the brilliance of the sun, and no one can look directly at it, and there is no way to escape it.

Intense energy swept over in an instant, and the heat and cold began to collide, forming an even more violent ripple of death. The huge hull began to bend and break, and countless debris flew out of the hull fracture. The living and the body that could not be avoided were vaporized in an instant, and many more were steamed and roasted alive in the intense heat. They screamed and ran back and forth in the enclosed space, desperately looking for an exit to the survival pod. People pushed each other, and heavy tracks ran over their companions without hesitation. In order to break through the passage from the dense crowd, the people who were blocked behind did not hesitate to raise their guns and shoot coldly and frantically at the front. Mechanical bodies don't feel pain, but the fear of death makes them instinctively wail and scream. There are not many humans with bodies, but they are also more agile than cyborgs made entirely of parts. However, none of them were able to enter the escape pod. At the moment when the detonation signal is released, the central computer also begins to execute the relevant instructions preset by Nightshade. All escape pods were released and no one could leave.

Captain Chen Hengsheng was instantly engulfed by an extremely hot flame.

The first mate, Liu Tingwei, was flattened alive by the falling hatch above his head.

Sensing the danger that was imminent, the heavy machine that grabbed Nightshade also let go of its steel claws, trying to flee towards the end of the passage. As soon as he turned around, he was cut in half by a piece of metal that had been ejected from a distance by the energy of the explosion through the middle of his body.

The communication channel was full of cries, curses, and pleadings, but no matter how pious or painful the voice, it was useless at such a time, and they could only wait for death in overwhelming fear.

"Perdition, is this our final end?"

With the thought that popped into his mind, Nightshadow was pushed by a strong energy aura and fell into a coma.

……

As a result of the chaos, peace is restored.

The wreckage of Explorer 1 is floating quietly in space. There are large and small debris and debris all around. Whatever the object, it maintains an extremely slow speed of movement. They slowly rotate in the air, changing their position with the force of inertia. A qiē is so sluggish, just like the slow motion in a movie, which makes people only feel sour in their eyes when they watch it, and there is an indescribable stasis.

A strangely shaped mass of slime, clinging to a heavy black deck. It is not very large, measuring only about 20 centimeters before and after. The flesh-red surface looked disgusting, and it kept wriggling, and fleshy tentacles continued to extend from the surface of its body, pulling the body and crawling slowly on the deck surface.

The tentacles are short, less than ten centimeters long. From a distance, it looks like red dough wrapped around the deck. Occasionally, the shards collide with each other, and whenever they do, the slime loses no time in reaching out its tentacles, grabbing each piece that passes by, constantly changing its position.

The massive wreckage of the ship's hull floated slowly in the distance. Among the countless fragments, human corpses can often be seen. They are not complete. It could be a severed limb like an arm, or a piece of flesh that had been blown up from a body, or a small piece of intestines, and blood that had not yet dried up and had clotted into ice.

I don't know how long it was, but Slime was lucky enough to catch a prey.

It was a severed finger. Two centimeters long, perhaps the index finger, or the middle finger, the slime was like a long-hungry alien monster, wrapping the severed finger in its entirety. Its volume also increases. Just like a strangely shaped snake, the size of the prey swallowed from its mouth can increase by a few points.

It takes time to digest, and the slime slurry has been asleep for a long time and begins to move between the various pieces again.

The contact between it and various debris seems to be somewhat aimless. Anything would have been wrapped in it, but it was never swallowed up like a severed finger. If it is explained by the most basic physiological behavior, the slime seems to be full and has lost the desire to continue eating. It just keeps coming and going in different fragments and debris, aimlessly, without a specific direction, as if there is no autonomous consciousness in a single action.

A corpse floated over.

To be precise, it should be a mutilated corpse. There are no hands, only the right leg and most of it, including the chest and abdomen. The epidermis is charred and shows signs of charring that is almost entirely black. There are no obvious features to determine the specific sex of the corpse, which is a piece of meat drifting in space, and no one knows where it will end up. What does it end up becoming?

The corpse slowly crashed into the steel pipe where the slime was. The collision was slight, like two leaves that were pushed by the current of water and intersected with each other. However, the imaginary separation of the two different objects did not occur, and the red slime suddenly came to life in an instant, and it quickly popped out its tentacles for several days, firmly clinging to the surface of the corpse, and with the help of the pull between the two, it jumped over the surface of the steel pipe.

The slime began to tremble, like porridge that had been boiling in a pot for a long time, and bubbles continued to be swallowed out on the surface, but they never exploded, but continued to advance towards the inside of the corpse under the impetus of the bubbles. This situation is very terrifying, instinctively reminiscent of a very corrosive acid, splashed on the body, the skin and muscles are dissolved into thin pus, and instead of drying up quickly, it slowly penetrates the inside of the body.

It didn't seem to be a corpse, more like a sponge with an alternative shape.

Change unfolds from the inside out. I don't know how long it took, but the body itself began to shake slightly, rolling in the calm space. A thin red streak gradually appeared on the black carbonized surface, which slowly expanded into dense cracks. It's like the destructive effect of a violent earthquake on a leveled road. A lot of red slime flowed from the inside of the corpse, like blood, but definitely not blood. There were so many of them that they enveloped the whole corpse tightly, just like it had been when it first devoured the short finger.

The mountain-like wreckage of Explorer 1 is moving slowly. Perhaps by coincidence, the wreckage of the battleship happened to block the light from a distant star. The slime itself was barely able to move, and its location was just a blind spot between it and the steel wreckage, and the light could not be seen, and it was always shrouded in lifeless darkness.

The appearance of the meteor was very unexpected. No one had calculated the orbit of the meteor that passed through the periphery of the wreckage, the long tail of the comet dragging a straight line in space, many pieces of ice that did not belong to it were carried away by gravity, and some small stones gradually dispersed from the end of the tail of the comet. A small rock struck the scarred forward compartment of Explorer 1, changing its fixed drift trajectory. It's hard to imagine that such a tiny thing could push the wreckage of a mountain range? But this was indeed the fact that the front compartment of the huge battleship slowly turned in the direction of the offset, and a gap appeared in the darkness, and the glimmer of light from the stars in the distant direction shone a bright light on the surface of the slime.

The slime squirmed again.

The distant light was like a stimulant to it, stimulating the whole mass of slime to start moving, and it was no longer as lazy as before. A dense layer of dark red flesh tissue begins to grow on the surface of the slurry, with a smooth mucous membrane on the surface. Underneath this covering, a mass of what arches and then falls, like a human heart, is slowly but forcefully undulating.

The stimulating effect of light on the slime is very obvious, and inside it, there are already very strange changes. The distance between the steel wreckage and the light increased, and an eye appeared as the entire piece of slime was almost completely exposed to the light.

It was so cold, emotionless, the surface of the slime cracked without any signs, and the round lens protruded from it, like a strangely shaped piece of ice, full of fierce murderous intent, and a keen sense of vigilance for everything around it.

It is incomplete, and some blood streaks also grow out of the inside of the slime, with the lens as the core, slowly enveloping it. The inside of the eye socket is a dead and deep blackness, and it is impossible to determine the exact location of the pupil. When the blood-filament area reached half of the lens, a dark yellow vertical pupil like a reptile appeared on the crystal deep surface.

The eyeballs slowly turned, and the "eyelids", which were made entirely of slime, flew up and down, constantly opening and closing, looking indescribably weird. However, the weirder thing is the pupil in the middle of the eyeball. It keeps switching back and forth between vertical and round pupils, and even becomes horizontal or diagonal. It's like an electronic detector that is constantly adjusting the focal length of the lens to find the best way to see it.

Another piece of human debris floated over. It was an arm, and it was about a dozen meters away from the slime. This arm came into the eye's sight when it was far away. It has been watched, and the trajectory of its arm in space is almost an arc. The eyes are very patient, and they have been silently waiting for the moment when the arm is close to their own. Without warning, the red slime suddenly stretched out, turning into a fleshy red line more than ten meters long, like a chameleon's sticky tongue suddenly popping out, dragging the entire arm hard.

The slime began the wrapping for the third time. Inside it, countless tiny strands of flesh were tightly wrapped around the arm. They are no longer as weak as they used to be, and the tips have become very hard and sharp, straight into the inside of their arms, methodically cutting their prey, producing every muscle, and constantly devouring the nutrients they need.

The meal was very thorough and did not leave a single residue. From muscles to bones, everything becomes part of the slime.

A large amount of nutrients appear, they are converted inside the slurry, and they are fully supplied to every corner. The eyeball is most well nourished, and the damaged parts are repaired to be better repaired.

On the fourth hunt, the slime got the upper body of a middle-aged man. The area below his waist was gone, but his head was miraculously preserved, and although only half of his left arm remained, it was a surprise and a windfall for the slime.

The eyeballs were very satisfied with this meal. It eats a lot and becomes larger, with a lens diameter of at least ten centimeters.

Inside the slurry, the original structure is really quietly changing. While devouring the prey, the cells also mimic the prey mechanism. A tiny brain nucleus is forming, and while there are no bones to protect it, it already has the effect of simple thinking.

The first question arises: "Who am I?" ”

The second question came up a few seconds later: "Where am I?" ”

Thoughts about the future of life are undoubtedly superfluous and impossible to arise at such times. Cells are the basis of the slime, and under the judgment of genetic consciousness, the internal nutrient ratio changes again, and the number of brain nuclei is more, followed by the eyes.

It became larger and larger, and soon surpassed the fist of an adult.

Growth was halted, and the cells were not given any further orders. There is only so much nutrition, and in order to make a further change, you need to eat again and need more prey.

There was a lot of "food" around the wreckage of the spaceship, but most of it was human body fragments, there were no intact corpses, and the number of large pieces was small, and there were scattered fragments floating everywhere in the darkness, but even the scarred skin and bones the size of fingernails refused to let go of the slime.

It is more efficient at predation than it used to be. It's all the credit of the eyes, and the light from distant stars. Seeing something he had never seen before, the slim kept popping out his tentacles, grabbing back and forth in the vast universe.

Eating more is a desperate need to change the situation. As long as you are a living being, you can never avoid the "greedy" nature.

The slurry is no longer content to grab back and forth bit by bit, it has evolved into a very tough film. The diaphragm is connected by two slender tentacles that protrude from the body, forming a "V" shaped angle in the air. The film was intensely sticky, like a triangular net, enveloping all the flesh fragments floating around.

This kind of hunting is extremely efficient, and one time is equivalent to dozens or even hundreds of times in the past.

Slime does not hesitate to choose to prioritize the supply of nutrients to the brain nucleus. Learning to use tools is the result of brain expansion. This is an evolutionary advantage caused by thinking, and the eyes are indeed important, but when it comes to the question of how to hunt more efficiently, the visual effect can only be relegated.

When it comes to survival and evolution, slime has a surprising instinct.

It even produced part of the skeleton that wrapped around the brain to protect the mass and its fragile but vital core.

The carcass fragments are not fish stocked in ponds, so naturally there is no reproduction. After successive dragnet harvests, the amount of food in this area has been significantly reduced. The eyes clearly see this, and the brain begins to think, how can I change my situation? Solve the current problem?

I'm getting out of here.

I need the ability to move freely.

There is a unified equilibrium between the two issues. Referencing the previous prey's body structure, the slime begins to change again, growing two legs from the mid-section.

They are thin, about three centimeters in diameter. There is no bone, only tough muscles.