Alien Reincarnation

Chapter 16 Reincarnation Transformation (1)

Thousands of cosmic morning stars exude a faint halo.

In this heavy dead area, on a garbage star that has been forgotten for an unknown number of years, pieces of garbage piled up into mountains, stretching to the distant horizon, drowning people's sight.

The undulating garbage mountains are like tall tombs, burying those ancient technologies that are gradually being forgotten.

Pieces of dilapidated metal structures were covered by dust, and only occasionally a gleam of cold metal light flashed, reminiscent of his past glory.

The non-stop sandstorms spread throughout the sky, and the rippling dust was like a huge cage, covering the entire sky. The ion storms that erupted from time to time swept away a large mountain of garbage in a blink of an eye, adding more horror to the place. .

On this abandoned planet, perhaps only the transport ship that puts out the garbage will occasionally remember its existence and add some wreckage of civilization to it.

There are tens of millions of mutated creatures here, and they dominate this planet that has been forgotten by civilization. The bloody battles and tragic hissing are like a march of killing, echoing every inch of the land here all the time.

The rubbish mountains are like tall giants looking at the stars in the distance, silently guarding this lonely land.

This is a place where fragile humans cannot live, this is the dead zone!
Under a huge rubbish mountain, on the flat ground caressed by the strong wind, a corrosion worm lay on it. He pulled out a piece of broken clothes from the ground. There was a glow of excitement.

However, at this moment, the flat ground suddenly cracked, and the cracks spread in all directions like spider webs.

The Corrosion Worm, which was tearing at the broken clothes, ran away with a hiss.

A thin and muddy palm protruded from the ground!
Under the cracked ground, a somewhat thin figure broke through the solidified and hardened dry soil, and slowly but powerfully crawled out from under the ground. Under the disheveled hair that seemed to have been struck by lightning, a pair of dazed eyes Looking around, the clothes on his body were tangled and stuck to his body, and the tattered clothes could hardly cover his body, and patches of dry blood were coagulated on the edge of his chest.

Even a beggar on a literary star would never be so dirty and desolate.

The boy looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, his face was like a piece of pure white paper, pale and pale, his eyes, dark and bright, filled with a daze.

"here it is……"

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly, looking around in a daze, everything seemed both familiar and strange.

Looking at a pair of immature hands, his thinking was confused, "Who am I? Why am I here?"

Not far away, a saber-toothed mouse nimbly pawed at the garbage mountain with its two front paws, but was blocked by an alloy rod lying in it. Its small eyes blinked twice, and its mouth suddenly opened, with several sharp teeth Biting hard on the alloy stick, the unpleasant creaking sound was like mixed metal music.

"Boom!"

The strength reaches the second level, and the alloy stick that can withstand the cutting of the D-level laser sword is divided into two, and it breaks from it. A gust of wind blows through, and the saber-toothed mouse suddenly stops moving. A gray light was drawn out, and it went out in a blink of an eye.

The young man's gaze kept flickering, sometimes it was like the cold and silent starry sky at night, and sometimes it was like those metals that shone with cold light.

The cool night wind blew the baggy clothes hanging on his body, making a fluttering sound.

Suddenly, a cloud of gray ball quickly rolled over from the front left, like a cloud of dust blown by the wind, and soon came to a distance of more than ten meters in front of the boy. Suddenly, the gray ball stretched out its body.

The saber-toothed rat was so excited that it hadn't drank fresh blood for a long time. This wonderful living breath constantly stimulated its brain nerves, accelerating the blood flow in its body.

The life of devouring garbage for a long time makes it unwilling to eat. Under the stimulation of this living body smell, it feels that the speed of the limbs and the attack have reached a peak state.

Delicious food is right in front of him, one more step to success, his blood is boiling, his nerves are burning, and his eyes are shining like fire.

Sharp claws, sharp saber teeth that can bite off secondary alloys, it believes that with just one blow, you can taste the long-awaited wonderful taste...

It's getting closer, another half a second, no, only one tenth of a second is enough...

Suddenly, the sabre-toothed rat's burning eyes disappeared, and a hand appeared in front of it strangely, holding its head.

Work hard!

"Snapped!"

Bright red blood rolled down the gap between the five fingers, accompanied by some light yellow brain matter, and the weak white palm was dyed red in an instant.

The boy suddenly closed his eyes, and he felt a strange force penetrate into his body, and at the same time, some fragments appeared in his mind.

Foraging, escape, fear...

It turned out to be some fragments of the memory of the saber-toothed rat.

In the dark sky, the cold metal light flickers occasionally, like the ghost eyes in the storybook.

An ion storm that appeared by chance quickly swept away a hill-like garbage dump, and the terrifying atmosphere spread in the dead zone here.

Ling Han looked at the situation outside through the observation mirror with deep cold eyes.

This is the inside of a mountain of rubbish. This is the simple hiding place that this twelve or thirteen-year-old boy dug out in an hour, and it is also his temporary shelter!
This sight glass was dismantled by him from a scrap Cairns.

It was silent outside, and no living things passed by.

"Drip! Drip!"

The liquid food machine made a slight sound, Ling Han withdrew his gaze, turned around, picked up the iron cup under the machine with his bandaged palm, and drank the liquid food with a pungent smell like motor oil in one gulp, which is hard for normal people What he swallowed seemed to lose its proper taste in his mouth.

The wound on his hand was left when he fought with more than a dozen Dirty Eater spiders yesterday.

Although liquid food is difficult to swallow, it still needs raw materials to make it. In this place where there is only violence and blood, if you want to survive, you have to fight, fight and kill non-stop. This is Ling Han's daily life.

Feeling that his physical strength had returned to its peak, Ling Han shook his small palm violently, pulled up a three-meter-square broken wooden box, and pushed open the broken alloy door. Five hundred kilograms seemed to lose weight in his hands, and his body was like an agile civet, rushing into the endless mountain of garbage.

(End of this chapter)