Carry a Rubik's Cube Space

Chapter 197 Only the strong will be respected
Mi Ajiu is too lazy to tease each other, such as "chat well, show your value, maybe there is still a chance" or something.

From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to give these intruders any chance, and she was not a person who liked to lie, so she simply didn't say anything.

Compared with the previous ones, this one pretended to be a chat interface, and in order to show his attitude, he said sincerely: "Since your consciousness can't be transmitted, then forget it. I'll change it." The next one is"

Then find someone who can chat smoothly.

The Territi man looked at the native talking, and before he finished speaking, he raised the knife in his hand.

"Hey, don't worry, you have something to say. In fact, it's not impossible to repair the chat panel a little... ah"

Click, the white light streaked across the space.

Mi Ajiu vaguely saw some fragments of text appearing on the collapsing panel.

That's all, cut it all.

Another Tritite fragment was fused into the particle lifeform.

The color of the particles becomes darker, closer to black.

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

They finally felt fear in their hearts.

The principles of their living bodies are similar to those of particles, but more advanced.

Before the particles corrode the body, their consciousness does not only exist in a certain part of the body, but in each particle.

Even if there is super power to break through their defenses, as long as there is a particle and consciousness that is not dead, they can all be stored in a crack, and then wait for the opportunity to emerge.

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

In the future, as long as you give them a chance to come out, they can do things.

No, even if they are always in the subspace of this low-level law, they can be used by them if they are placed in a space with other materials...

Even if there is nothing, they can always shrink in the corner.It's okay to consume it forever.

It's not like I haven't had such an experience before: they were taken in by a powerful space carrier, and then they just pretended to be dead. In the end, the space carrier met a more powerful star hunter, was killed, and the space shattered, and they escaped.Drifting in space, encountering space junk, spaceship wreckage and so on, they became their help one after another.

If you are lucky, you will be a hero again after hundreds of years. If you are unlucky, it will take tens of thousands of years to return to the top.

Closer to home, at this moment, an opponent like Mi Ajiu who would kill at the slightest disagreement gave them more than a headache.

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

Playing dead doesn't work either.

Although their bodies are restricted by the rules of the space cells and cannot act, the rules of their minds exceed the rules of the Rubik's Cube space.

In fact, they have been discussing how to deal with it ever since they were swept into the space by Mi Ajiu.

I thought of many solutions, but in the end I found that it was completely useless.

People don't follow the routine they want at all.

After watching five of their companions get killed, when the sixth one was taken out, the plan they discussed was: first pretend to be willing to communicate with this native, and then express the need for the other party to release the imprisonment, obtain permission, etc. ...

As a result, if the native said "cannot communicate smoothly", then there is no need to communicate, and it will be cut off.

At this moment, they are nervously discussing how to deal with it next.

The other party draws lucky ones from among them, and they are not sorted by tall, short, fat, thin, or front, back, left, or right.Completely by eye.

There are ordinary Star Wars level and commanding level.

"I think this native is determined to kill us. At worst, he will die. Anyway, he will close all the senses of the body, even if the body is turned into debris. The feeling of dissipating consciousness is the same as closing it, but it cannot be restarted..."

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

"Okay, let's do this, I will start to shut down my consciousness now."

"..."

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

That's right, they just cut themselves off from the intersection with other thought fields, but they didn't actually close their own consciousness.

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

Life among the stars is full of infinite charm, who would dislike the eternity of consciousness.

Therefore, they are all observing the native through the transparent space wall.

I hope in my mind: it is better for other people to maintain the arrogance of our Territi people, and then be screened out. In this way, I will be more valuable compared to that 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 out the other companions first, and eliminate those guys, and it is best to only be left alone...

In such apprehension, they saw that the native seemed a little tired, waved their hands, and a table full of delicacies appeared in front of them.

The food was steaming hot, and seeing the aborigine's expression of enjoyment, it seemed that the aroma would be permeated in the steaming mist.

So they watched the natives feasting on them.

They have always felt that the most important thing to restrict low-level life forms from advancing to high-level civilizations is: eating.

According to their understanding of these low-level life forms: they spend almost one-sixth of their lives eating, and when they eat, they excrete... and nearly one-half of their time is spent on how to obtain food, and the rest The next time is the fusion time necessary for the energy interaction between the living body and these foods—sleep.

Even for some individuals who are better able to obtain these resources, there is no escape from the enjoyment surrounding eating and satiation.

Look, all the time is spent on eating, how to break through, how to improve?
In short, in the eyes of the Tritites, eating is simply the original sin of being a low-level life form.

It’s better for them to be an intermediate civilization evolution body: through charging the nutrition warehouse, it can last for half a year or even longer at a time, except for the combat state.Bulk particle evolution is replaced with advanced materials.

However, at this moment, they watched this native enjoy tasting these foods that they could not name even after fully accepting the civilization of this planet, and they felt a little anticipation inexplicably—is eating really so good?

Rarely, they actually started to reflect.

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

Only the strong will be respected or valued, and even a small move will be magnified and dissected.

Mi Ajiu is simply because of tidying up the space and dealing with the Territi people just now. In the past half a day, when there were no emergencies or battles, the pre-apocalyptic habit was still there.

A meal for several hours is quite reasonable.

(End of this chapter)