Xikou County is not big, but with such a large population, it naturally has supporting industries and job opportunities.

The Nishiguchi Katsurai Fish Processing Factory is the largest and most profitable industrial park in the area.

It and more than a dozen downstream units of its industrial chain, with the advantage of its proximity to the river and human resources, include a series of business projects such as canned fish production, salted fish pickling, and raw fish processing.

Of the 300,000 people in the entire West Exit, at least 30,000 of them can be related to its livelihood and management, which can be called the pillar of the county.

After the outbreak of the disaster, this huge factory area, which could meet the lives of tens of thousands of people in the past, also fell for the first time due to the neighboring river.

But contrary to most people's expectations, it not only did not stop work immediately, but became busier......

"Click."

The conveyor belt in the factory building is still running slowly, and the roar of machinery and processing is only a short stop.

The next morning, the factory was back in business, just hanging on a conveyor belt, but not what it used to be.

Most of the "meat" hanging on it is very calm, and only a very small number of tenacious people can let out an ominous moan.

“..... Save me....."

"Give me a good ......"

One by one, the human beings were not even skinned, and they were directly sent into the modified machinery, and finally became the material of "military food".

The soldier class has an average size of nearly two meters, and with its jagged teeth and powerful digestive system, it doesn't complain about the rags in the can.

Perhaps many people's understanding of alien races is just a hostile race, but the "Shaklai Fishmen" are a super-theocratic society with a complete social system, and their cognition of most of the weak races has always wandered among food and slaves.

On the other side of the factory, a large number of hauled vehicles and other machinery are placed in a pile, and the Shaklai technicians, who have just completed the transformation of the production line, are trying to transform it into a usable war machine.

This time, the gate was too narrow and restrictive, and only the flesh of the clansmen could pass through, and the clansmen who lacked armed support were calling for help in many areas.

The fishmen of the Yinbei tribe were surprised to find that their first wave of attacks had been sniped in all directions, and a strong "Chosen One" had appeared in some areas.

Even if there are many reasons for this, there is no spell support, no war machine, no accompanying large sea beasts, and it is not a reason for the invincible Silver Shells who have conquered an entire sea area to stop expanding.

On the one hand, they asked for help from the gate, and on the other hand, they were also preparing for a long battle.

“....... Strange creatures and technologies, their machines are afraid of water, and their 'circuits' that are used as their core are afraid of water......."

"Unlike us, their world is actually built on the surface of the water, there are no ubiquitous undercurrents, and they can only rely on their own fins to move, which makes our warriors very uncomfortable, and they waste more than half of their physical strength before going to battle....."

“...... Perhaps, we need to prepare means of transportation for them more than war machines, and you say, these tools, which are called 'motorcycles' by meat, can be used as a basis for transformation......

Noises that sounded strange in the air became precisely pronounced human language underwater.

In order to adapt to local conditions, the shamans of the tribe used spells, so that these craftsmen mastered the local language and script in a short period of time.

But their speech and articulatory organs are originally vibrations in the water, and they can't communicate with each other after leaving the water.

Now, a group of technicians with a minimum of two meters can only bend their waists and bury their heads under the flood water to communicate with each other, which is quite uncomfortable.

But they also had a certain effect by adding half a day's work to a night.

In the middle of the clearing, there are countless mechanical piles of giant "rays" with at least a dozen floors high, which is the answer sheet they squeezed out.

“...... It's so rough that the shaman-sama won't throw us to feed the fish......"

"Kaka, so, I suggest sending a group of flying warriors to get back the pieces of iron (boats) that can only float in the south, and we also have more materials......"

There were so few materials that even with the help of abilities and spells, they could only cobble together a war behemoth.

Fearing the wrath of the shamans who were the rulers of the tribe, they were now using their connections privately to see if they could get more "materials".

The higher priests, on the other hand, had more important things to do.

In the depths of the factory, the cold storage, which was originally used as a storage room, was already piled up.

It's just that the original "commodity" has been thrown out and eaten by big fish and small fish, and now it is full of the most tender "high-grade meat people".

And the slave class, which had nothing but strength, was throwing baskets of black pearls on top of the meat.

"Tap, tap, it's all the best good. Smash one and you'll be turned into irrational beast slaves! ”

The slaves quickened their movements, but they were more careful, for they knew that the priest's roar was not empty words.

Inferior to the disqualified slaves of these warriors in their ethnic hierarchy are the countless cannon fodder that now proliferates the entire city with beast slaves that had been abandoned from the beginning.

How can these domestic slaves grow to more than 1.78 meters, but those beasts that lack nutrition and the attention of the gods are only 1.45 meters and are emaciated.

Finally, when the "meat" of this warehouse was already covered with "black pearls", the slaves began to pour the red viscous liquid on it.

“...... Our gods, the masters of the six-mouthed, three-hearted, eight-clawed ......."

The shaman held up the twisted scepter, a symbol of divine power, and the pale blue ripples spread out from it, and the black pearls that covered it began to move.

"Click."

When the first "little fish" came out of it, its first target was not the "reserve grain" below, but the pearl that was about to move recently.

The small fish eat each other, but the shamans and slaves seem to turn a blind eye, or this is the normal society of the Shaklai fish-people.

“...... 16,000 eggs, this warehouse can produce 100 good seedlings, if it can produce 10 mutants, it depends on whether this meat man material is powerful enough......"

Killing each other and cannibalism evolve is the normal life of the Shaklai fish people.

What the shaman did was only to speed up the incubation process, which would have taken three to six months.

Next, with the help of divine magic, it is expected that the competition for half a month will also be completed in one day.

The price to be paid is that the new people have less than half the lives of the normal people...... And as long as they make enough achievements to improve their ranks before they die, this is not really a problem.

"Good, good, good bait."

Seeing that the little fishmen were growing rapidly one by one, and that signs of mutation appeared so quickly, the shaman nodded with satisfaction.

He is still very busy, and in the dozen or so warehouses next door, the reserve of food has been laid, and the next step is to start the incubation process.

"One hatchery may not be enough, or send an army to fight a suitable location.........

And the Shakra Fishman was thinking about his work, but he didn't notice the calm eyes on the ceiling.

"By the way, there aren't enough materials, let those slaves get more....... Belch!! ”

The sudden noose dragged the tall fish-man into the sky, and the frantically struggling shaman could only kick his legs unhindered, and in vain jerked the tentacles on his neck.

The slaves who walked in front of and left of him did not dare to look up at their masters, and in the first place, they did not notice his disappearance.

After a brief lull, only the body with its severed head hanging.

At this moment, chaos broke out instantly, and the shrill noise of the fish people echoed in the passage.

And someone on the road has avoided the blind spot of the field of vision, hanging upside down on the ceiling so lightly, and walked over silently.

The ceiling, the walls, he just calmly walked to the door of the freezer.

From top to bottom, one pinched the slave giant fish that stood in the way, and with the other hand, the frozen gear that had been turned off was adjusted to the lowest temperature.

"The hatchery is OK, and the shaman x5 is OK....... A city that can't be saved? So, let's get more killed......."

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