Mi Ajiu is too lazy to swim to the other party, such as "have a good chat, show your value, maybe there is a chance or something".

She didn't want to leave any chance for these intruders in her heart, and she wasn't a person who liked to lie, so she simply didn't say anything.

Compared with the previous ones, I pretended to make a chat interface out of it, In order to show my attitude, I said sincerely: "Since your consciousness can't be transmitted, then forget it." I'll replace the next one."

Then find another one that you can chat with smoothly.

The Teliti watched as the native spoke, and before the words could be fully spoken, the knife in his hand was raised.

"Oh, don't, there's something to say. In fact, this chat panel is not impossible to repair a little... Ahh

Clicking, white mangs streaked across the space.

Mi Ajiu vaguely saw that some text fragments seemed to flash on the collapsing panel.

That's it, cut it all.

Another fragment of the Teriti was fused into the particle lifeform.

The color of the particles has become darker, closer to black.

There are more than a dozen Teliti left in the cell.

Fear was finally felt in their hearts.

The principle of their life forms is very similar to that of particles, but more advanced.

Before the particles erode the body, their consciousness did not reside in a single part of the body, but in every particle.

Even if there is a super force to break through their defenses, as long as there is a particle and consciousness that does not die, they can exist in some crevice, and then wait for the opportunity to live.

Just like now, even if they are taken into space, they are still alive.

In the future, as long as they are given a chance to come out, they will be able to do things.

No, even if they have been in the subspace of this low-level law, if they are placed in the space where there are other materials, they can be used......

Even if there's nothing, they can stay in a corner. It's okay to consume it until the earth is desolate.

It's not like nothing before that the space carrier was taken in by a powerful space carrier, and then they just pretended to be dead, and finally the space carrier met an even more powerful star hunter, was killed, the space shattered, and they escaped. Floating in space, encountering space junk, spaceship wreckage and so on, they have become their help.

After a few hundred years of good luck, he is a good man, and if he is unlucky, he can return to the top for tens of thousands of years.

To get back to the point, at this moment, Mi Ajiu's opponent who cuts down without saying a word makes them feel a headache.

Looking at the momentum, it is impossible to continue to remain silent.

Playing dead won't work either.

Although their bodies are limited by the rules of the space cell and cannot move, the rules of their mind are beyond the laws of the Rubik's cube space.

In fact, from the moment they were swept into the space by Mi Ajiu, they were discussing how to deal with it.

I thought of a lot of solutions, but at the end of the day, I found that it was completely useless.

People don't follow the way they want them to.

After seeing the five companions killed, and the sixth one being taken out, they negotiated a plan: first pretend to be willing to communicate with the native, and then say that they need the other party to release the bondage, gain permission, etc......

As a result, the indigenous said "if you can't communicate smoothly", then you don't need to communicate, and cut it.

At the moment, they are nervously debating what to do next.

The other party draws the lucky ones from among them, and they are not ranked in order of height, shortness, fat and thinness, nor in front and back, left and right. It's all about the eyes.

There are regular Star Wars level and there are Commander level.

"I think this native is determined to kill us, and it's a big deal to die, anyway, turn off all the touch of the body, even if it turns the body into crumbs. The feeling of dissipating consciousness is the same as shutting down, except that it can't be restarted......"

"That's right, anyway, even if we tell this native all the information exactly according to her wishes, she will definitely kill us in the end."

"Okay, that's it, I'm going to turn off my consciousness now."

“……”

The eager exchange of ideas fell silent, and the monolithic sense of solidarity quietly disintegrated in the face of a real threat to life.

That's right, they're just cutting themselves off from the magnetic field of other minds, and they're not actually closing off their consciousness.

They have lived for an unknown number of years, and the concept of time has become blurred in their cognition, but the more they do this, the more they understand that existence has meaning.

The life of the interstellar adventure is full of infinite charm, and who would dislike the eternal consciousness.

So, they were all looking at the natives through the transparent walls of space.

In my mind, I hope that it would be better for the others to remain proud of our Teriti, and then be filtered out, so that they will be more valuable to the native.

They hope that they can be taken out to "chat" first, seize the opportunity, and show their value.

I also hope that the natives will take the other companions out first, and eliminate all those guys, and it is better to have only one left......

In this apprehension, they saw that the native seemed to be a little tired, and with a wave of his hand, a table full of delicacies appeared in front of them.

The food was steaming, and looking at the native's face of enjoyment, I thought that the steaming mist would be filled with aroma.

So they watched as the natives feasted.

They have always felt that the most important thing to limit the advancement of low-level life forms to advanced civilizations is to eat.

According to what they know about these lower life forms: they spend almost one-sixth of their lives eating, and when they eat, they excrete...... Nearly half of the time is spent on obtaining food, and the rest of the time is spent on sleeping, which is necessary for the energy interaction between living beings and these foods.

Even for some individuals who are better able to access these resources, there is no escape from the pleasures that revolve around eating and being full.

Look, all the time is spent on eating, how to break through, how to improve?

In short, in the eyes of the Teriti, eating is simply the original sin of being a low-level living being.

It's still better for an intermediate civilization evolution like theirs: through the replenishment of the nutrient chamber, it can support half a year or more at a time, except for the combat state. Bulk Particle Evolution is replaced with high-grade materials.

However, at this moment, they watched this native's face enjoy tasting these foods that they couldn't name even if they completely received the civilization of this planet, and they inexplicably felt a little anticipation - eating, is it really so good?

Rarely, they actually began to reflect.

Because this is the act of a strong man who can trample them on the ground and rub them, not an ant who is trampled on the soles of their feet.

Only the strong will be respected or valued, and even a small action will be magnified and analyzed.

Miajiu was just because he had just sorted out the space and dealt with the affairs of the Telits, and for most of the past few days, when there were no emergencies and battles, the pre-apocalyptic habits were still there.

A few hours for a meal is reasonable.

(End of chapter)