[Science Fiction Interstellar GL] Queen of Worms

We all know what kind of stories those people have.Those people have the pure eyes, the will of absolute obedience and the body that is never afraid of pain-I mean, when the dog dragon's sharp teeth are stuck in the lungs, you will feel that you are just a bird It doesn't matter where the coffee beans come from, anyway, they will be ground, heated, squeezed, or siphoned in this deep starry sky, and it will become a cup of coffee that must be stinky and unbearable.Your soul and body, and those remaining dog tags will just turn into that pile of dust, but they won't even leave a residue.

They don't understand anything, my friend.Even if a hundred dancers from the star port of Tyrell danced in front of them, they would only focus on one dog dragon swimming among them, even if it was as small as your little finger.

But you know.Friends, you know:

Sometimes, it doesn't feel good to have that much.I often think—maybe not having too much feeling and thinking is also the happiness given to them. Although it is still a question whether human beings are willing to accept this kind of happiness, I know they are happy.

Fear, happiness, sadness, anger, people who have all of them have a taste of happiness, so what about the other way around?

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Tal nearly bit through the battle belt as he picked the thorn out of his arm.But he warned himself that if he dared to make any noise in this place, it would definitely attract more than one dog dragon.

dog dragon.When he uttered this title, he could almost hear all the malice contained in it, as well as the rancid, painful, bone-to-body cries of those companions who were bitten and festered.Those guys can jump ten meters high, and the speed of falling from the sky is almost comparable to those ancient missiles.OMG.OMG.It's just a gadget that looks like it's about the size of your pet.But once you let them occupy the high ground and have enough time to jump up--

boom.Friends, do you know what it's like to be smashed flat?It looked funny: like suddenly the person was short, and then there was only a flat puddle of soul and body, which couldn't be scooped up with a mother's spatula.If you are smashed to death by a dog dragon, it can be regarded as the worst way to die: the combatants will deduct everything that can prove who you are from there, and then set a fire to burn them all.To be honest, whoever has not deducted his identity card must be a person who has never been on the battlefield.

Tal certainly didn't want to be smashed to death by the dog dragon, but he didn't want to move even more.His teammate put a fast-acting adhesive bandage on the wound on his arm, then sat down quietly, checking his clips.They were both disarmed and disfigured, and they broke up and fled, but no one said anything about this behavior.In fact, Tal had contacted the entire squadron for the fifth time, but nothing.Occasionally, he could still hear the siren's wailing, or a scratching sound coming from the intercom, and then he kicked that person off the list.Counting and counting, Tal didn't want to count anymore.He crawled forward, and his teammates just looked up at him.

"Perris, I'll take the thorn out of your leg."

Perris nodded.When he obediently stretched out his leg, Tal frowned: the injury was deeper than he thought.But he knew Perris wouldn't bark or complain, and the recruits might have prevented him from pulling the thorn, but Perris wouldn't.He thought: Maybe it makes sense to have them.They obeyed, charged, were wounded, and died, but the fact that they were sent into battle effectively held back the declining population.Tal knows that it is very foolish to think about whether humanity exists in this batch of bodies, but he still consoles:

"It hurts for a while."

It's like what he said to those new recruits when he first became those veterans who had no ambition, no enthusiasm, and a deep understanding of what a fucking thing war is.

And Perris just nodded, and then looked at Tal again with those blue eyes expressionless.That expression was as if what came out of his leg at that second was not the long thorn of the snake dragon, a black murder weapon more than half a meter long, but a woman who had just shaved her leg hair and chose it at will. , he didn't care.Despite knowing it, Tal raised his head and stared deeply at the face again: standard blue eyes, a color that is said to make people feel calm, thick eyebrows, and determination.Thin lips, big nose, an infinitely hallucinatory, repetitive, lifeless face.It's like a clay model that you can crush with your hands, lacking a sense of existence.

If there's a soul in there at all, it must be a...

He didn't speak.The chamber of the pulse gun has already cooled down, Perls still has two cluster particles on his body, and the auxiliary fighter has also been manufactured.He put bandages on Perls, too, though it didn't do much for them: as long as the muscles weren't too badly damaged, they could still fight.But Tal knew that he would not be short of a bandage in the next battle anyway.Assuming the bandages could stop a big cut in the neck or a hole in the body, Tual didn't mind.

Of course he knew: the custom of not using Pers as a human being in the army had been quietly born long ago.No one would follow those disciplines, and no one had ever heard Pearce speak, after all.But Tal was just silent. He knew that in the laws of the empire, silence represented the same crime, but he also knew what it was like to be isolated and targeted in the army.Even so, he was different from those soldiers.They are just some country boys or street gangsters who came here without knowing the situation on the battlefield, and innocent and cute boys.Tal was unlike any of them.

He used to be the owner of a coffee shop.But... until that day - everything was different.

Tual pushed the vision of the past away from his eyes.Those memories still linger like the steam from the coffee being brewed.They are like something that can never be parted from, until one day you are burned to ashes and still follow you so closely, why?Why can't people forget these things?Sweet things only made the pain more - heavy - like the suitcase he was carrying.He had no choice but to lift the shoulder strap again, and quietly took the next step.

Perris is lighter than he is.His steps were soundless, like ghosts.At this moment, he was pushing aside the grass, while constantly estimating how far they were from the building.That's what they're aiming for, obviously, it's good-looking, and it's in line with human aesthetics.Tual's vocabulary was poor, but he did his best to describe how beautiful that thing could be.But in fact—of course he has no adjectives, such as the neck and wings of a white swan, and the arms of a lover make him feel ashamed just thinking of those adjectives, which he knew 30 minutes ago.That thing is so beautiful that it is not man-made. If someone tells him that it is made by gods, then he will believe in the theory of divine creation even more.

It is precisely because of beauty that people feel unwilling to approach. Things that are too beautiful are incompatible with the whole world, and human beings are physically repulsed.

So why not let Perris go?Would you rather trust a terrified human than a mass-produced emotionless darling?Tal felt that the officials really couldn't understand.But he knew that it was useless for him to shirk the task here: he just needed to get a little closer——

"Damn——"

what is that?

He subconsciously raised the pulse gun.The years had not yet carved any traces on him, and he was very satisfied with his reaction speed, but Perris was faster: he whispered to Tal:

"It's the hand."

It was a power mecha that had not been removed, holding the same pulse gun made by the Empire.It still seems to be... twitching.Blue, a stable color, but Tal still saw the red protruding from the slit, the remaining color that was hastily rubbed (or licked), dazzling.

"...is the siren's bait. Let's go."

Tal resisted the discomfort behind the vivid feeling of the number engraved on his arm—reminding him of the name and voice and appearance behind it—he lowered his body and issued the next command to Perris.Perris nodded and turned to the back to continue the investigation, and he finally remembered who it was.He couldn't help feeling sincerely comforted that Peris didn't have any emotions: because the sea monsters would close the net even if they were touched by any point, even if they were a little mentally retarded.

He remembered the sirens he had seen.Most of them tried their best to conceal the traces of their bodies being transformed, pretending that they were still human beings, but the hideous parts of the lower body like pipes could never be erased.When they find that you (referring to the recruits) are just yelling and firing bullets indiscriminately every time, they will no longer care about the clothes that have been torn like cloth strips long ago, and just use the tentacles on your head to cover your body. Weeping face to face, the voice roared like the gears of a charge transport plane.Every time he thought of this, Tal would feel that they were so stupid.

The moment he was taken away by the Zerg Queen, everyone should know what they will encounter.

The first time he saw the sea monster was recently. Those arms that were originally used for healing were exposed to the firepower of the empire in a torn encirclement. For a while, the scene was as lively as those lumberyards broadcast on the record channel on TV. The documentary, howling filled the entire battlefield.He remembered the captain's calm voice accompanied by the sound of electricity: "Throw out all your cluster particles!" Then the lumberyard exploded perfectly and turned into a sea of ​​flames, but the siren was still crying.He didn't know why the empire called them...they sirens.But he felt that the name didn't fit at all, it was more like mocking their twisted organs and violent howling.

But what if you become a bug yourself?

Tal thought about it wisely.

He couldn't think about it anymore: it happened so suddenly, suddenly, a snake dragon came out of the grass, its bony spurs stood up collectively, and its poisonous glands immediately reached a critical bright green color.

And Tal's reaction speed saved him again: he was lucky to escape its bone spur, but then—not so lucky, the linnorm spit out a mouthful of acid, and it was absolutely impossible to dodge this time.

He immediately pressed the emergency escape button.Being baked in the acid wrapped in the mecha is not a good retreat, he almost made the best choice at this time.His arms were still rotting with acid, though, and there was no time to gasp—my friend, Tual locked the pulse gun in his right hand, and the linnorm was smacked by auto-aiming.At the same time, Perris, who was also splashed with half of his arm, also calmly carried out the order, but he threw a cluster particle, which first exploded the bone armor of the snake dragon, and then Tal's machine gun shot the brains into the sky. .

Tal once again thanked Perris for his quick thinking, but he found that Perris broke the arm of the mech more decisively.He strode over, stretched out his hand, and broke off the hand of Tal's mecha, preventing the parasites in the acid from multiplying further.

Tar lay on the ground.His back was sore from the stones, but that was still a trivial matter.He used all his strength to peel off the skin of his left hand, revealing a piece of tender red dermis that was indescribably painful.The surface of his hands were burned by the seeping acid, and his face was splashed, but he knew that if he didn't deal with it now, the parasite would soon invade his brain, and he had no position to laugh at the siren at that time.So he tried hard to tear off that piece of skin face down, and it had turned upside down.But he was still terrified.

Even facing death so many times, facing such damage to one's body can still feel fear.

"Peris, help me!"

He couldn't bear the fear and cried out softly.Peris stepped back from the mech, holding a laser knife in his hand: very good, cauterizing wounds, non-toxic, high speed, he believed Perris.The fact is also the same, the moment he closed his eyes, the piece of flesh was separated.The back and forth of his cheekbone burned, but he felt better.Peris walked back to the mecha a second after he opened his eyes, and continued to sit on the mecha.He also looked up at his mecha.

On the back side was a huge box with a dull metal smell.

Let's go - veteran.Your mission is still to go on.

Wars last forever, but people die away.

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He knew his mission long before the forced landing.

Rather, he knew what he should do long before he set off.But when the time came to do it, Tal realized his resolve was still as flimsy as a piece of paper.When he and Perris passed by those white and graceful pillars, they felt this even more for no reason.His physiology subconsciously resisted the building.Not because of beauty, but because this thing is too beautiful, not something that should be in the world, and he - hates - this feeling.

But he knew it was over soon.Just one more, one more time.

When Tull put the box on the ground, he still couldn't figure out the official intention.He has carried out the task of placing beacons behind the Zerg, and has also blasted the first-level brood, but has never touched the creation of Erlumbia.Of course he didn't feel that it was a mythical thing, but he was still baffled by the official request.And the task list is clearly written on the upper right side of the visible glasses, which become brighter with his gaze.Some of them include: "Put the objects in the box into the black stone altar", "Light up the lights one by one", "Hide away." and other reminders.

He shook his head, unloaded the box with one hand, and put it on the ground:

"start working!"

The voice echoed.Perris came over and waited for his order.

He then opened the box, and was surprised to find that what was frozen inside was—was... what?This...packed in an ice bag is a piece of...intestine.

The intestines maintained by the life system still twitched occasionally, and he was about to close the box door almost instinctively.But Tal soon realized that it was a human cecum, not what he thought was a bug.It's fresh in color, maybe just picked...?He thought so, then stared at it for a while, then took out the whole bag and put it on the stone jar.This stone altar was placed between stone pillars like the ten fingers of the goddess of hope, and was uncovered, and the leaves leaked the light and shone on the black platform.

And the stone altar happened to have a long groove, and Tal put the things in his hand on it.He took a closer look and felt that this groove... could be used to place a person.But he doesn't think it's enough to sleep here.

"Perris, can you light those candles for me?"

He took out the windproof lighter and handed it to Perris.Those candles fell crookedly, but generally they seemed to surround the table, and they just needed to be cleaned up.Perris nodded and began to clean up the scene, so he then focused on the next task list:

"Light the candles, pour the mercury...what the hell...."

He grumbled and took another jar of mercury out of the box, and then realized that it was a bit dirty in here, and it might be a bit of a struggle to pour mercury in what they called the gutter.So he looked at Perris, who was still lighting a candle, and greeted him:

"I'm going to cut some branches and clean it up."

When he came back with a simple broom, Peris cleaned up the clips as usual, and carefully cleaned up the splashed acid.Those acids are full of parasites, and if not cleaned up in time, they will multiply and corrode.He didn't say hello to him, just swept the ground quickly, and then poured mercury into the pattern on the ground.There is a big dot at the first ten steps of the stone altar. If it falls down from here, it should just be able to water the whole pattern.

Tal thought about it, and released the drone cautiously.Then he, with a single, steady flex of his wrist, poured the mercury.He is proud of the smoothness of his hands, because latte art is his favorite among all kinds of coffee crafts.One of his pleasures is drawing the so-called tree of life on cappuccino.But now he's just a veteran with no coffee and no latte art.Mercury is neither cream nor ground nor coffee.

Why did he remember what?

Shouldn't people forget those things in order to live a happier life?

With a cold face, Tal shook the bucket steadily and put it back in his hand.The totem that was just full was emitting a dim light.Then he took the last thing out of the box:

……is blood.The bottle was only the size of a finger, but the thick feeling was unmistakable, it was indeed fresh blood—Tal threw the small bottle towards the center.

lb!

That sound is amazing....

That is.unscientific...

Even understanding this point is very difficult, and the long-established scientific concepts have been impacted, and Tal's mouth is dry.In front of me is a...

My goodness.

That's impossible.That's absolutely impossible—but, it's one, yes.pieces of meat.What was originally only a piece of tissue and blood has multiplied into a mass of flesh.And, without the support of life-support machines, it was still throbbing.

However, Tull still had to walk up and inspect the thing, after all he had been ordered to bring it back, whatever it was.He took a closer look and found that the life support machine had been swallowed and seemed to be completely self-contained.As it stands, it will devour more.Tull looked back, and suddenly had an idea: he asked Perris to take the box, and put the meatball into the box.But he tried to open the box as soon as he closed it:

Is it an illusion—?

Didn't you just see... eyes growing on that lump of flesh?

Tull suspected that he had been made crazy.He sighed, and when he was packing the box and raising his head, he heard the sound of explosions ensuing.The shock wave passed like a cloud and exploded, he trembled before he came back to his senses.That was the detonation bomb of the Dragon Eagle formation, but... such a huge shock, there is nothing wrong with it.That must be...

But he still raised his head and observed through the large leafy plants unique to this planet, it was - my God, stop playing tricks on me.Tal felt his heart was about to burst, and before it burst, all he had left was this sentence:

"Run away!! The rotten giant is coming!!!"

This was all he had left at the end.

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"Really?...Forget it. That is no longer something we can save through hard work."

Hearing the subordinate's report, Metia gave orders coldly.She stood up and put the newspaper aside:

"Who the hell... is attacking the Golden City..."

The muttering faintly dissipated in the air.She decided not to care about this mistake for the time being, but just wanted to go to inspect it.but,

When she realized from the pheromone that Yermungandr sent the wrong worm chamber again...

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