In the process of being unconscious, Wei Mu had a dream.

He dreamed of a harsh wilderness, a few dark angels, a pile of military supplies, and a group of children.

The children, numbering nearly 10,000 and looking to be only eleven or twelve years old, were picking their share from the pile of supplies placed in front of them, ready to cross the wilderness in front of them.

Looking at this posture, it should be the dark angel recruiting, Wei Mu thought.

Because his hometown of Caliban was blown to pieces, the Dark Angel's reinforcements were usually carried out on multiple world tours, and basically wherever the Boulder Fortress was opened, it was requisitioned.

He hadn't witnessed the canned conscription ceremony yet, and now it felt like watching a movie.

Then, Wei Mu saw Mohr in the group of children, with a serious face, but childish, small, and quite cute.

It turned out to be his memory.

Wei Mu had heard Moore say before that his family was a professional canned food producer.

Some nobles of the empire will devote all their resources to raising their offspring, just to make them star marines, so as to give honor to the family, and then the family will use these honors to obtain more resources and train more space marines.

They would see this as the responsibility of the nobility and use it to be loyal to the emperor.

Having said that, due to the extremely low probability of selection, it is already a matter of gratitude for a whole generation of the family, even if one of them can pass the assessment.

It is conceivable how much pressure these young people are under when they take the assessment.

If you don't make a can, you'd rather die!

The tens of thousands of children in front of them have been the result of passing layers of screening, and they are the top wizards in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, art and labor.

And now, they have to traverse the vast wilderness full of dangers, and only the first ten to arrive will have a chance to be promoted to one of the dark angels.

This is really a cruel fate.

Wei Mu thinks about his life at the same age in the 3K era, and it is estimated that he is still running around in the streets and alleys of the community, chasing chickens and dogs......

"Why am I dreaming about this?" Wei Mu wondered.

But no one gave him an answer, and the picture in front of him continued to change.

After choosing the right amount of supplies, the children finally set off.

It's a 500-kilometre trek.

They walked through the endless wasteland, hot during the day and cold at night, and the long and arduous journey tested their will and deprived them of their physical strength.

Many children fell in the process of marching because they were too reluctant to themselves, and their young lives had withered before they could bloom, which made Wei Mu feel sad.

These are all top-level good seedlings, even if they canned food, there is no problem at all in cultivating them into front-line talents in other fields.

Not to mention that in the eyes of Wei Mu, eleven or twelve-year-old children should not bear this at all.

Not only that, but there are also all kinds of poisonous snakes and beasts living in the wilderness.

They lurk and tailg, waiting for the children to show their vulnerable side, then swarm up and kill them.

This is fairly common, especially at the last minute of the journey.

At that time, the children had reached their limits both physically and mentally, and the last obstacle in front of them was a canyon full of death.

As with the Great Migration of East Africa in Guterra, herbivores move in droves in search of new pastures and water, ambushed by lions, hyenas and other predators along the way, and finally cross the Mara River, a river filled with countless hungry crocodiles.

Beasts known as fiery lions also kill children trying to cross the canyon, treating their arrival as a feast.

It was a one-sided slaughter, and countless aspirants were reduced to rations in the belly of monsters.

If the children are willing to work together, there may be a little chance to resist, but they are competing for a place, and the fall of each compatriot means that their chances can be greater.

Therefore, for their compatriots who were mutilated by wild beasts, these future guardians of humanity did not even have the time to look at them, but just rushed to the end of the road in front of them desperately.

What an ironic scene, Wei Mu was very worried to watch.

If this is the emperor angel of the future, how can they be expected to protect humanity?

The battle against all kinds of darkness in the galaxy is often soul-level, not just force.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly burst out.

As the lion pounced on a man of aspiration, the young Mohr climbed a nearby rock and stabbed his dagger through the beast's head with a falling attack.

The beast didn't have time to roar before it collapsed.

He killed the lion.

He didn't have to do it in the first place.

Sensing the threat, the other lions gathered around Mohr.

The prey dared to resist, which was something that the predator could not tolerate.

But Mor simply cut off the creature's head, held it high in his hands, and roared in protest to the lions around him.

No creature should slaughter humans as prey, even if this is a test.

Finally, the beasts flinched.

They're still a bunch of beasts, a bunch of opportunists, and they can't afford to be tough with a madman.

More, on the other hand, carried the lion's head and continued on his way, during which no monster dared to bare its teeth at him.

Seeing this, the other children around him also approached him, and the number of people gathered more and more, and the group became larger and larger.

At this moment, Moore is like a burning fire, and it looks so dazzling.

"This guy, he can be so good at a young age, I feel like I'm taking the protagonist's script, why is he acting like a comedian now, I really don't know how their dark angels are cultivating newcomers." Wei Mu couldn't help but complain.

Because the things he experienced were so bizarre that Wei Mu had even forgotten that the space soldiers were actually one in a million, the super macho man among the macho men.

They themselves belong to a kind of human ascendant.

It's just that there are too many ghosts, snakes, and gods in the galaxy, which causes the space marines to sometimes behave like a group of good brothers with fifty dollars next door, giving a large piece for nothing at every turn.

Seeing this, the image is also nearing the end.

In the end, Moore was admitted to the Dark Angel with an exceptionally bright performance during the trial, and underwent nineteen transformation surgeries to become a true Space Marine.

But so far, Wei Mu still doesn't know why he has this dream, and what signs it is revealing to him.

All he remembered was that he had been beaten by the Great Devourer, and then his consciousness had been dragged here.

Later, gradually.

As the image in front of him disappeared, Wei Mu regained the consciousness of his body again.

He woke up from his coma, feeling exhausted and heavy as lead.

(End of chapter)