Hunger.

Pain.

This is the most intuitive feeling, and it is also the most destructive instinct, even the newborn genetic prototype cannot always fight against such a crazy power.

She felt, hungry.

And then there's the pain, which comes from the brain, which comes and goes, and it's annoying.

The filthy but delicious soul named [Erebas] was not able to soothe the hollow in her soul, but instead completely released the frozen Ling Xun like the first rain of early spring.

Hunger, this most primitive instinct, kept roaring in her mind, demanding to be satisfied.

Morgan frowned.

In the midst of this roar, she distinctly heard some distant laughter, which was neither male nor female, full of indelible charm and hunger, like an evil courtier mocking the king who had been poisoned by it.

In the midst of that crazy laughter, she could faintly hear some muffled whispers, like a hypocritical mother lamenting her dedication and toil, and rightfully demanding her submission and joy.

And with each second of laughter, her hunger grew a point, destroying her sanity and longing to turn her into some unspeakable beast.

She had to deal with it, at least find a way to suppress it temporarily.

【Soul】

She could hear the voice longing for something, and that longing had become the best motivator at the moment, urging her to stagger away from the place and eventually towards the ruins of the battlefield.

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Under the bloody sunset of the savage world, Morgan walked.

Even the craziest and most deviant artist in the galaxy probably can't imagine such a scene:

A baby was walking in the cold wind of dead silence, and she walked like this on the ancient battlefield, a fiery newborn heart advancing among the countless bones, like a sacrifice inspecting its own temple.

And in front of this white bone sacrifice, there were countless strange-shaped snowflakes, which seemed to wander in mid-air with the terrible sound of the wind, unwilling to melt for a long time.

But if you look closely, you will find that the carved on these so-called [snowflakes] is not white, but countless screaming, distorted faces, each of which means a soul who died in vain on the battlefield.

Some of them are pure white, like innocent guards, others are the opposite to the extreme, exuding a chilling tyranny, and more are mottled black and white - in any case, they are now just powerless and resentful nothingness.

Thousands of twisted souls floated in front of Morgan, whirling, wailing, spitting and cursing in unintelligible words at the extraordinary baby for whom they had died.

It's a big meal.

So, she stretched out her invisible hand, easily grabbed one, and carefully observed the sharp appearance and hideous face on it.

Although her memories were still broken and blurry, and it seemed that some irresistible force was preventing her from pursuing her past experiences, the innate reserves of knowledge did not hesitate to open the door to her: a glance at the food she was about to enjoy, her mind automatically identified the owners of these souls:

They belong to some kind of Alien.

The thought of [Alien] caused an impulse to kill and destroy ripple in her heart, and with this urge, the labor pain in her mind became more and more intense, making her frown.

Suppressing these chaotic thoughts, and temporarily blocking out the distant laughter, Morgan closed his eyes and quietly threw the alien soul into his mouth.

The taste could only be said to be very reluctant, far less delicious than that [Erebus], but it was able to satisfy her hunger, and the pain in her mind seemed to be reduced a little.

So, this is the first one.

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【14th】

【15th】

【16th】

Morgan licked the corner of his mouth.

She was sitting in the center of the ancient battlefield, clutching the delicious food called the soul in her hand, and at first, she was just chewing and swallowing, and after a little fullness, she slowed down and began to carefully feel the taste between her lips and teeth.

The superhuman thinking ability of the genetic prototype gradually unsealed and flowed with the continuous influx of energy, and it took her a while to read and sort through the thousands of memory fragments and chaotic knowledge in her brain.

As her will became clearer, the soul of the genotype could even temporarily float away from her body and into the sky, relying on the excellent perspective here, Morgan began to observe the world she was in, and soon understood everything in front of her.

As far as she could see, she saw nothing but ruins, dead and desolate, and the so-called civilization had been reduced to corpses and smoke, scattered all over the vast land, among the burning trees.

The world was once alive and well, until the weapons and malice of war destroyed it completely, and she tried her best to climb high and look into the distance, only to find a vague shadow of a village on the skyline, but it was also drowned in smoke.

But that's none of her business, what she needs now is clothing to cover her body, means to protect herself, and souls, more souls, she needs to eat as many of them as she can, to relieve the pain in her brain, to fill her endless hunger, to gain more knowledge and power.

Those in strange armor, who call themselves the Whisperers, want to harm her, and in unknown amounts, she must use all means to protect herself.

【67th】

【68th】

【69th】

These alien souls were fragile and delicious, and she could draw a hint of sweetness from them as she chewed them one by one, and delicious treats like these were now all over the sky, lingering above the layers of bones, exuding deathbed wails and screams.

After swallowing another stream of souls, Morgan moved her limbs and found that they could withstand running and throwing, so she picked up a dagger from the shattered corpse, swung it twice, and began to head towards the densest concentration of bones.

After a few moments, she was already wrapped in a cropped garment and a few bits and pieces, and after satisfying the most basic shame, she went on to eat.

【No. 251】

【No. 252】

【No. 253】

Fueled by instinct and hunger, she continued to devour the wailing souls until she couldn't count how much she had devoured, until the ocean of consciousness faintly sounded the pleasant sound of temporary satisfaction, until her spirit was finally replenished with energy enough to discover the true masterpiece of these souls.

Peeling back the walls of thousands of wailing bodies, Morgan discovers three interesting things.

They were three particularly large souls, apparently in a similar form to their pathetic cousins like mud, the whiter two glaring at her, and the more sinful one barely able to hide his fear.

"We can talk."

The slave-owner-like black xenomorph had just spat out its plea for mercy when Morgan's fingertips pierced it without hesitation, and she threw the howling creature into her mouth, feeling that it tasted closest to that of Erebus.

"You sinful beast!"

Witnessing this scene, the well-dressed white alien finally poured out a vicious curse.

"The Council of the Prophets has known of your coming, the greatest of supreme prophets trembling for your dark future, and we have mobilized all the Guardians and Rangers, the Dragons and the Howling Banshees, and even the mighty Nether Constructs!"

"This should have killed you, it should have ended your humble and filthy life, and your fate was completely strangled to the edge of this wild star! If it weren't for these ignorant fellows, these ignorant compatriots, and this damned depraved scum of the Comoros! We've done it a long time ago! ”

"You lackey, puppet of tyranny, vile beast, I know what you depend on, you have become a servant and slave of those pathetic races who have abandoned themselves, desperate for the pleasure of your master!"

"Our soldiers were only one step away from you, until your master intervened, and he saved you and made our souls your sustenance!"

"Do you know His true nature? Do you know your sad and ridiculous future? You ......"

Its curse may have just begun, but Morgan's patience was already tormented by this vague hypocritical statement, and her consciousness spread out and flew like a sharp blade, instantly piercing the alien's body, and the alien's companion or guard still wanted to give up their lives to resist, but the result was only two screaming souls disappeared into Morgan's sea of souls at the same time, and there was no more sound.

Well...... It's sour.

Compared to the sweetness of Erebus and the other dark souls, these whiter eccentric souls are either bland or sour.

But they were effective, and as the final sounds of these powerful aliens disappeared in Morgan's consciousness, she only felt that the unbearable hunger pang vanished, and the sharp pain in her mind gradually diminished, until it reached a point that was completely negligible.

Subsequently, the genogen felt sleepy.

She looked up and saw that the sky was now overcast, and soon, with a violent hurricane unprecedented in the day, raindrops and hail of all sizes fell from the clouds and fell mercilessly to the ground, destroying large swaths of corpses and jungles.

Clearly, there is a side to this wild world that lives up to its name.

But before that, the primordial had returned to its own narrow world, and the circular fortress of metal and twigs was still a reliable barrier to protect her body in the bitter cold of the night.

So, after one last check that the perimeter was safe, Morgan quickly fell asleep, and this time, no one should disturb her again.