MTL - Fantasy World Transmigration-Chapter 32 Sandstorm

This is endless desolation!

Chen Ang trudged on the high hill, looking far into the sky withered yellow, no plants, no animals, no aliens, and even lacked a little bit of gravel. In the Star Wars Galaxy, tens of millions are suitable for survival Which one is here on your planet? Where are you?

昂 Chen Ang doesn't know the answer. He has been walking in the direction of the rising sun for a week, and the food and water carried on his body can only last for three days. If he can no longer find a place for resupply, he must go back to replenish it.

In fact, traces of the existence of life are completely impossible. Chen Ang measured the general situation of the planet and investigated most of the natural environment. He found that the water molecules in the air, even by his senses, were not noticeable. Large-scale aggregation of macromolecules means that within a range of hundreds of miles, there is no water source exposed to the surface.

The gravel in the ground is also dry and crisp, reaching hundreds of miles below the ground. There is only magma in the ground, and there is no aquifer. From the surrounding rock layer, the last water erosion movement occurred millions of years ago. Chen Ang is therefore certain that life exists on this planet.

After all, millions of years are a terrible number for human beings, but for the planet, it is just a short cycle. There is life when there is water. For this kind of air, it is a strange planet suitable for ordinary human existence. Even more so.

For the first time, Chen Ang saw something other than sand dunes, a blur of light and shadow, approached here quickly. According to Chen Ang's judgment, the speed reached hundreds of kilometers per hour, and it didn't take more than two minutes to reach him. Chen Ang silently leaned down and put her body on the ground, but her heart was disapproved of this preparation.

Is this useful for sandstorms of hundreds of kilometers per hour?

The results speak for themselves.

什么 样 What should a real squall look like? Is it overwhelming? Or is it rolling down? When Chen Ang came in front of him, he realized that the real wind is a force that destroys everything. He is ashamed to let any kind of human-made destruction.

Small gravel hits objects with amazing kinetic energy, and at this time anyone will understand why there is always only gravel here and nothing else exists.

Because as long as it is exposed to this crazy sand and dust, any object larger than grit, even an alloy on the spacecraft deck, must be polished away little by little. This destroys everything, annihilates all the horrors, and wins. Ever seen any mighty power of Chen Ang.

I looked at a titanium dart, and within a few seconds, was polished into a handful of iron powder. Chen Ang had the urge to turn around and escape. He pressed his ability that was about to move, a little on his toes, and his body emptied. What's the only way to get passive energy damage?

动 Move with it!

If any Tatooine was here and saw Chen Ang open his hands to meet the storm, I ’m afraid he would worship him. This is the horrifying black storm of Tatooine ’s planet. This is their blood. With tears, the birth of Tatuin's civilization has only one condition, there is no storm, and the requirements of the Tatuins for survival, there is only one condition to stay away from the black storm.

This created the most violent planetary civilization in the Galactic Republic. It also gave the Tatuins a disregard for death, a passion for violence, and a fearless personality. Everyone knows that there is no lawlessness, and even the Republic does not look at the Tatuins. The only awesome thing is this terrible storm.

Whoever conquers the Black Storm, he will surely conquer the Tatuins, and those who conquer Tatuins, he will conquer the galaxy.

This is an ancient proverb of the Tatuins, and it is also the epitome of their character. Numerous Tatuins who tried to challenge this sentence used their lives to prove the dignity of the Black Storm.

Chen Ang was like a leaf, easily rolled up by the wind, without a trace of resistance, and the mad speed immediately wrapped Chen Ang across a distance of thousands of miles, rubbing and tearing, and tearing everything involved in the storm. It was shattered, and in the eyes of Chen Ang, the blue light almost overflowed.

Vigorous shaking, desperate rotation, countless terrible grit bands stagnated and rubbed against Chen Ang's body, Chen Ang fully mobilized every inch of muscle, every strand of force, squeezing Dantian's internal force, trying Resist this test. He was like the only light in the boundless darkness, guarding a ray of light in his heart.

He is extremely sober at this time, every vector, every inch of change is under his control, barely feeling the trajectory of hundreds of millions of gravel movements, feeling every trace of wind changes, even so, Chen Ang ’s The physical limit is approaching step by step.

At this time, it was not only mental and physical energy that was consumed, but also the will was destroyed a little bit. The test, the severe pain in the head made him strong, unable to relax, relaxation is death, and sometimes Chen Ang really felt alive. It's better to die than to die, in fact, as long as it is breathless, everything will end.

Bash or release the string that controls the power, and let that power take him out of the world.

It's over.

But Chen Ang didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and squeezed every potential of his own to adapt to this state. Silently and silently, the limit was approaching. One minute, two minutes, the limit time that Chen Ang calculated by himself had passed. But he still kept the last line of clarity, controlling his body.

In the confusion, Chen Ang smelled that death was advancing, little by little, killing his will, just faint, just faint, the power will take you away, there will be a safe place for When you rest, such thoughts cannibalize Chen Ang's will, and a bright light appears in the yellow sand.

真的 Is it really impossible to carry it? With the development of my brain, even hallucinations have come out.

Chen Ang felt that his body was light, and he was thrown to the ground from a height of hundreds of meters. He heard faintly, there was a noise from outside, a bunch of loud words that he couldn't understand. Shouted.

Chen Ang analyzed the language instinctively, and he found that he had amazing changes. Not only can he remember the pronunciation, tone, tone, volume of the language, but he can even vaguely sense the emotions and emotions of the speaker. The thought, seemingly the emotional side of wisdom, opened his arms to him.

In this case, Chen Ang learned the few languages ​​most people use in just a few breaths. He even understood the meaning of their words and instinctively absorbed the information in the conversation.

"Black sand storm, mined gold, broken gold sand." Is the word that appears most often. People are greedy and eager to talk about the latter two, and they are deeply afraid of the first one.

"Is there a person here, is it a tramp?" A tender voice whispered softly. "Wake up, Mr. Wake up!"

"Ah!" Chen Ang felt a thin body carrying his back hard, but he didn't even have the motivation to open his eyes. Unless someone wanted to kill him, he could escape from the instinct of his body, or fight back, But for this child who was not malicious, he could do nothing.

Gradually, this consciousness also blurred, and his subconscious took over his body.

After a dark sleep, Chen Ang finally opened his eyes. The top of his head was an absolutely unknown ceiling. No, it should be a shack. Chen Ang controlled his fingers, moved his hands flexibly, and then his arms. The thighs, body, and finally the whole person got up freely, completely unable to see the appearance of the dead dog before.

After Chen Ang was awake, he felt something was wrong, as if there were countless thin lights around him. He drew one of them and felt a strange message. It seemed to be a morning news. It is a short message. These thousands of threads seem to be invisible to ordinary people.

There are electromagnetic waves, disturbed quantum information, invisible light, and even radiation.

Chen Ang felt the information he had never seen before, and saw a wave of life far away, approaching himself.

"You're awake!" An eight- or nine-year-old boy looked at him joyfully, leaned down and put down a worn-out part, reached out and took a cup for him. Chen Ang took it with a smile and thanked the boy. .

"You don't need to thank me. Helping each other is something Starcraft should do!" The boy looked proud, his eyes full of joy.

Feeling his purity and joy, Chen Ang smiled and said, "But you can do what you should do like this, and you are amazing!" No one seemed to praise him in this way. The boy conveyed unusually emotional emotions. Ang said, "You're hungry! I'll take you to eat something, but unfortunately I'm too poor to have anything good ..."

The boy was leaping, and rummaged out of the box to find some money. The precious money, which was placed under the box, was treasured and wrapped in parcels. UU read the book www.uukanshu. com Chen Ang watched and had to stop him.

He picked up the part that the boy had just put down, his eyes were slightly frozen, and he saw a matching light and shadow. In time, the part was smelted, forged, formed from a raw material alloy, and then worn during the operation of the spacecraft. , Lost effect, Chen Ang quickly contrasted, absorbing this information.

Right-handedly tapped on the parts a few times, the worn parts suddenly hummed and started to hum, the boy watched the process intently and looked at Chen Ang with surprise.

你 "Look! We have a big meal!" Chen Ang held the parts and said to him with a smile.

"Really!" The boy looked at the parts in surprise and turned to Chen Ang and said, "Are you a mechanic?"

Machinist, Chen Ang looked up the term in the nearby information. It turned out to be a technician who is proficient in maintenance and machinery. Thinking of his doctorate in engineering, Chen Ang nodded.

In fact, ghosts know earth engineers, what can they be here? Do they know how to build a spaceship?

But the boy was not suspicious at all, or the parts on his hands said it all. He went out with Chen Ang and muttered, "Sell it to my master, Votu, and we will have money for a big meal!"

"Master!" It doesn't seem to be good here. Chen Ang looked at the caper's child and decided to stop the word from appearing in his mouth. "What's your name?"

"Anakin!"

"What's the last name?"

"Skywalker! My name is Anakin Skywalker!"