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Tang Fang let out a long breath and recalled the spine needle reptile back to the system space. He turned around and walked out the door. While walking, he muttered silently: "Morrisnu, Morrisnu..."

Morrisnu is the race with the lowest status and the worst living environment in the universe.

200 years ago, an epoch-making invention - the warp engine was launched, and human society transformed from earth civilization to cosmic civilization. Atmospheric transformation systems and rapidly developing aerospace engineering have injected a powerful catalyst into the cosmic colonization plan.

However, humans are earth creatures after all. In the process of environmental transformation of Earth-like planets and the development of resource stars, countless difficult factors restricting the progress of the plan, one of which is the harsh working conditions of space and even planets.

Space radiation, deadly elements, particle storms... With such weak humans, they would lose their lives if they were not careful. In order to overcome this problem, the federal government at that time focused on the technical development of protective gear and automatic engineering equipment. Some large capital consortiums took the lead, secretly studied genetic engineering, vigorously developed biochemical technology, and planned to fundamentally solve this problem.

Among them is the infamous "Morris" Industrial Federation, whose mind is Maurice Griffin. He bought several remote star systems from the federal government and spent a lot of money to hire a large number of scientists in the field of biological genetic engineering to do research for him.

After more than ten years, through the dual effects of artificial induction and specific drugs, some progress has been made in the clones that reproduce asexually, making them suitable for the harsh cosmic environment. Only some simple protection can be used to operate in a vacuum.

However, this genetic structure mutation is a double-edged sword, and the increase in resistance is exchanged for the rapid metabolism of the organism. This gene modulates the average survival time of human beings is one-fifth of the average life span of human beings, only in just 25 years, and has low intelligence and less than half of the IQ value of normal people.

Of course, these defects of gene modulators are not a problem in Morris's opinion, as long as "they" can bring him rich benefits.

Compared with the expensive federal automation equipment, these gene modulators have been favored by countless resource star mine owners at their low prices, and Maurice Griffin has made a lot of money.

Later, this anti-human research result was finally discovered by the federal government. In anger, he dispatched a joint fleet to uproot Morris's power with the force of plowing the courtyard and sweeping the caves. Because the day when the operation began was December 25 of the Earth calendar, it was jokingly called "Morris's Leftover Egg Festival" by some enthusiasts.

Part of the research data was destroyed and part of it was sealed. Morris Griffin himself was sentenced to hibernation and exile for crimes against humanity. As for the hundreds of millions of gene modulators, for humanitarian reasons, the federal government divided them some terrestrial planets with rich material resources, allowing them to live together and be self-sufficient.

After another 50 years, with the unprecedented development of aerospace technology and heavy industry, the pace of human colonization of the universe became faster and faster. With the expansion of territory, the military strength of various industrial consortiums and consortiums expanded rapidly. The conflicts and contradictions brought about by competing for resource stars and development space became more and more intense, and eventually affected the federal political arena.

Due to uneven distribution of interests and long-term political differences, the behemoth of the Earth Federation collapsed, and countless forces of all sizes took advantage of the situation, unveiling the era of heroic separatism under the universe civilization.

The ships roared and the stars shivered. The demands of various forces for the stars and economic zones were difficult to satisfy. The war inevitably spread to every corner of the starry sky.

As troubled times come, those gene modulators who are banned by the federal government cannot be kept alive. Because of their physical condition, generally speaking, a gene modulator's individual combat power is 2-3 times that of ordinary people. Some forces who do everything for the sake of profit try to bring a large number of intellectually retarded gene modulators into the army and serve as the main cannon fodder for the current line of combat.

The melee lasted for decades. When the heroes stood out under the starry sky and established their respective empires and federations, except for some sporadic firefights in the local area, the overall pattern gradually calmed down. However, those gene modulators fell into various corners of the universe due to the protracted war and received a brand new title, "Morrisnu."

"Hey, Tang Fang, wake up, what are you thinking about?"

A voice from afar interrupted his contemplation. When he looked up, he saw Aros and Hausen walking side by side.

"The two people who launched the console got it done?"

Hausen grinned: "Of course."

Tang Fang nodded, frowned unconsciously as he glanced over Aros. Some older veterans changed into a cigar. This thing was not the snow-white jade and breasts of the courtesan of Omega Space Station. He was not afraid of nicotine exceeding the standard and being poisoned to death in one mouthful.

As he frowned, Byron led Zhou Ai and Eva and the others out of an oval building not far away.

Zhou Ai and Eva were each wearing a clumsy sky-blue power armor, and there were a slight noise of air cushions and tough armor rubbing as they walked.

As for Byron, he was still light-fitting, but his weapon was replaced by the original automatic rifle to the K-101 Landslide Heavy Sniper Rifle.

Walking up to the three of them, skipping Tang Fang, Byron directly headed towards Hausen behind him, and Aros and the others said: "There are some heavy weapons in the ammunition depot. Do you want to change the equipment?"

"No need." Aros said lightly, and Hausen shrugged beside him.

"Let's go." Tang Fang took a deep breath and walked towards the southern district.

In the process of dealing with Wei Haitao, he came up with an idea.

...

"Dong, dong." Another gate was penetrated, and ten puppies swept through the camera in a swarm. Not far away, a row of soldiers wearing power armor fought and retreated.

Although the strong shell of the power armor gives them stronger survivability, this does not mean that they can reverse the situation. In the narrow combat environment inside the base, casualties continue, but it only dropped from the original 10:1 battle-loss ratio to 3:1.

Soldiers often pay 3 lives as a price to get one puppy to die.

Humans have only entered the universe civilization for more than 200 years. The so-called power armor has evolved from space suits. The purpose is to enable soldiers to adapt to various harsh combat environments on different planets. Compared with the "Ma Run Armor" driven by nuclear energy in StarCraft, it is much worse in terms of protection, survival, power, shooting, and assistance. Therefore, such a war loss ratio is reasonable.

In just half an hour, there were only 13 people in one row, four and five rows combined, and less than 8 people survived.

Clapin looked at the battle data summarized by the contact officer on the display screen with a dull look. There were nearly 100 soldiers in the entire company, and only 20 people were left in one battle. Such a heavy loss was only exchanged for 10 dog corpses. How did he accept it?

Have you only allowed to give up the base? But...but how do I explain to the above?

"Bang, bang."

Just as Clapen was hesitating, a tremor came from the exhaust holes in the ceiling of the command room.

"Clang." The twisted and deformed baffle fell to the ground, and a gray shadow flashed, a puppy fell from the sky, and two powerful hind limbs directly stepped on the baffle in two pieces.

"ah……"

"This...how is this possible!"

The screams of the women and the surprises of the men rang out at the same time, and the entire command room was suddenly in chaos.

"hiss."

The puppy raised his head, let out a loud scream, and slapped the fleshy wings under his belly, and directly threw himself into the female lieutenant whose beauty had changed significantly not far away. Her sharp and sharp minions mercilessly tore open her military uniform and pierced through the ball of his left chest.

Amid the sharp screams, blood instantly flew away, and the white shirt close to her body turned bloody in the blink of an eye, and a wisp of bright red flowed down her bloody breasts, leaving a long blood mark on her twitching pink neck.

"Pick." Another puppy jumped out of the exhaust hole.

This sudden scene made everyone present break out. When the blood of the young female lieutenant splattered on their faces, the coolness and fishy smell brought them back to reality, the fear that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out.

"Run, run." A sharp voice sounded, and the Interior Officer staggered towards the door.

"The command room is lost! It is lost!" The female officers rushed into the corridor.

"Commander, go quickly." Clapen's two guards yelled, pulled the trigger in their hands repeatedly, sweeping rows of bullets towards the two puppies in front.

"They are wise? They actually know how to walk through ventilation ducts?" Thinking of this, Clapen suddenly shivered, and a sense of frustration filled his heart: "The liaison officer told the East District manager that he would take the scientific researchers to the North District launch silo and retreat!"

After saying that, he grabbed an automatic rifle and ran out of the command room, and ran towards a deserted corridor on the left.

The southern region fell, the central command system was paralyzed, the defensive battle failed, and everything was over! The only thing he could do now was to minimize the losses, at least to preserve the resources, data and scientific research results.

The data center is not far from the command room, and the war has not spread here. Clapen quickly typed the password, opened the security door, and ran straight towards the central computer.

Originally, the recycling of data should be left to those researchers, but in this chaotic situation, he was the only one who did it.

Throw the gun aside, turn on the main control board and switch to manual mode. He just typed his password and was about to compress the data. He didn't expect a strange noise from his head, "clang." The exhaust hole baffle fell, and a puppy landed on the ground with a "bang". His evil eyes swept over Clapen, his tail swept, stretched his neck and let out a roar, and then jumped out.

Clapen leaned his body and quickly grabbed the automatic rifle beside him and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Puff puff puff." The bullet broke through the air and made a dull sound on the puppy's scales.

However, none of this could stop the puppy's attack. Clapin felt a shadow flashing in front of him, and the smell of fishy smell was thrilling. Then, a cold shoulder made his right shoulder and a bone-bone pain came.

Blood gushed out, and the puppy's sharp claws pierced his shoulder blades. The thrust pain in the heart of the heart surged in waves like a tide, and cold sweats as big as soybeans came out from his forehead. At this moment, he finally experienced the horror of this alien in person.

"Ga." The puppy's fangs opened and a strange noise came from his throat.

Clapen closed his eyes: "It's over." He seemed to see his own fate.

"Bang, bang." Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, he suddenly heard two low gunshots coming from the door, and then the puppy screamed in pain.

As his shoulders sore and a large stream of blood splashed out, he gritted his teeth and raised his energy. When he opened his eyes, the puppy had already pulled out his sharp claws, swung his tail, and rushed towards the door.

In a trance, there was another gunshot, and then the puppy's back fleeing away.

"Commander, Commander..."

The human call and a hint of coolness from the wound on his shoulder awakened him. Clapin raised his eyelids hard and looked at the surrounding environment.

"It's you?"

The one who saved his life was not someone else, but Tang Fang who was imprisoned by him.

"You're not dead?"

"Don't be busy talking about this for now. Commander, I'm afraid the base can't be defended anymore, so retreat quickly." Tang Fang reached out and helped him up: "How is it, is the wound healed?"

Clapen looked at the medical glue on the wound and nodded with gratitude: "Well, I feel much better."

"Aros, Hausen, open the way ahead. Go to the North."

Tang Fang and his men were about to set off, but Clapin suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed him, pointing to the central computer behind him: "Don't be busy, there are important scientific research data here. I'm injured in my arm. You can go and help me recycle it."

"Is life important or data important?" Hausen said in a bad mood and said in a pretentious manner.

Zhou Ai, Byron and others were suddenly a little amused. Hausen was definitely a bad guy. Except for Clapin, who didn't know that he was talking sarcastic? In front of the Tang side, those terrifying aliens were no different from pugs.

Tang Fang had no time to pay attention to him, turned around and came to the central computer, typed the password according to Clapen's instructions, and after obtaining the highest authority of the system, he began to collect data.

The huge database of the central computer stores various data such as the atmospheric environment, geological structure, elemental gravity, soil composition, etc. of Planet No. 5, and it takes 10 minutes to compress the work alone.

When he passed the compressed data into a micro PDA and searched for other S-level confidentiality projects, the emotionless voice in his mind suddenly rang out: "Available data is detected, the diagnostic program is started..."

"The diagnosis is completed and the appropriate humans are confirmed."

"Activate the human base."

"Do data analysis..."

"Craft level E+, research tree unlocking, technology level 1, unlocking the building's 'supply station', 'barracks'."

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Chapter completed!