Under the gaze of the blood pupil, these human figures that were walking down the assembly line began to work.

They drilled into the underground passage of the planet, drilled into various waste material treatment pipelines, and carried out dangerous and highly corrosive operations. Their work was very efficient, just like real machinery. During this process, many people fell down, and even the bodies were melted... but no one retreated. There was no expression on their faces, no fear, sadness, anger, and despair...

They are not machinery, but they are similar to machinery. They are repeated dangerous and difficult labor. In a sense, they are alternative bodies created by the Lomish people to liberate most of the work that requires machinery to complete.

Of course, this is not to say that they are better than machinery, it is just because...

cheap.

Incomparable, the mission of Section 601 is extremely... cheap.

The growth of a Lomisk people requires astronomical energy and mysterious crystals. But the production of a slave only requires an embryo. They do not need to invade the energy supply needed by the Lomisk people, they only need simple food, and even low-level health care solution that cannot even be considered as food.

It was a mixed liquid full of various harmful substances. Some components were even waste excreted by the Lomisks. But it was this liquid that maintained their survival. The lives of slaves were very short, usually not five years. One was because of high-risk and high-intensity work, and the other part was because this life fluid eroded their nerves.

No one has treated them as humans from the beginning, they are just consumables, consumables that come down from the flowing water.

Xue Tong saw with his own eyes that countless slaves died at work, and their bodies were spread throughout the earth's underground. However, they were not buried or cremated, but collected and chopped and decomposed, and remade into basic raw materials for embryos. Some of them were even mixed in the survival fluid and continued to serve as food for later slaves.

Seeing them absorbing the corpse cells of their former companions without knowing anything, Blood Eyes felt sick and layers of anger appeared in their hearts!

What is this place!?

Why...why is there such a cruel and dirty scene under this seemingly civilized starry sky?

Aren’t the Lomisks known as the most civilized cosmic nobles? Didn’t they have advanced civilizations and always enjoy helping others?

Why? Why is there such a scene in their main stars?

Blood Eyes could not find the answer, but at this moment his heart sank slightly, feeling a bone-thrusting coldness. The glory of civilization and the darkness behind him intertwined and entangled in front of him, and he could no longer distinguish them.

But this was just the beginning. With the following observation, Xue Tong saw more cruel scenes.

In order to optimize the modulation, slaves were tied to the "operating table" to perform anatomy alive.

In order to adjust the genes, slaves were matched back to modulate nests and fused with various wild beasts for the second time, producing terrifying mutant creatures.

In order to reduce consumption, slaves were attempted to pour liquids of various ingredients to observe the reaction after receiving. Some slaves were melted alive, while others suddenly mutated and turned into various monsters.

Some more...and some more...

In just a few months, Xue Tong witnessed the tragic situation of the slaves and their ending.

This is a cruel world, and they have lost all dignity from their birth. They are not humans, but just instruments. In the Lomish civilization, even ordinary machinery cannot match the lowest-level instrument.

Bloody Eyes heard the Lomisks' name for them.

"Crodill."

Rotten wood.

This is what the Lomisks define them.

Time passed by little by little, and hundreds of years were in the blink of an eye. The Crodir people have deeply integrated into the Lomish civilization and become the lowest-level part. They work hard and never end. But what they get is always the cheapest supplies and the worst living conditions. With no... the shortest life.

No one complains, no one resists.

All the Crodirs were silently enduring it, as if they were numb. Gradually, the Lomish people became accustomed to their numbness and obedience, and regarded their obedience as weakness.

Until one day...

A new experiment was put on the rigorous process, with the purpose of the experiment being to modulate Crodil using special means to try to find an individual suitable for combat in order to contribute to the Lomish civilization in possible future wars.

The experiment was soon carried out, and hundreds of Crodirs were put into the modulation nest and began to receive weaponized modulation. But the subsequent results surprised the Lomisks.

Most of the hundreds of Crodirs passed weaponized modulation, and then burst out with shocking combat power. They easily shattered the rock-solid modulation nest and rushed out to kill. In just a few minutes, all the guards on the scene were slaughtered. The proud mechanical bodies of the Lomish people had no advantage in front of them. They were easily shattered. Then these slaves rushed out of the factory and destroyed the surrounding environment.

No one can describe their ferocity and madness. They are like a group of demons rushing out of hell, attacking all units entering their horizons. The huge Lomisks were torn apart by them, and the buildings were destroyed by them.

They are real weapons of war, more terrifying and more powerful than any warrior that the Lomishks have ever seen.

But what scared the Lomisks the most was that these Crodirs showed signs of losing control. They planted slave marks when they were embryos and were extremely weak in sensing, and they were almost not controlled by the Lomisks. This directly led to the expansion of the scope of the riots, and finally they dispatched star destroyers to eliminate these out-of-control slaves. However, the losses caused by this made the wealthy Lomisks "gasp".

Hundreds of kilometers of the city have been completely razed to the ground. All buildings, including three slave factories, evaporated.

Lovisk paid a huge price for the experiment.

But this was just the beginning. As time passed, the Lomish people gradually discovered an amazing fact. That was, the Crodir people they created began to awaken one by one.

They no longer sleep, they are no longer numb. They are no longer without feelings.

They began to learn to be afraid, to be sad, to be desperate, and to learn to be...

anger.

To this end, the Lomisks increased their supervision of the Crodir slaves, brought them collars that could explode at any time, forcing them to devote themselves to more dangerous and cruel work. The lifespan of the Crodirs also dropped sharply, from the first five years to less than three years.

This was a cruel three years, a three years of hell.

For any Crodillian, this short time is like the most terrifying darkness in the universe, cold and desperate.

But what they didn't know was that behind the darkness, dawn was often followed.

Five hundred and thirty-one years after the observation of Blood Eyes, on July 12th, it rained.

A burly man descended on this planet like a meteor. He was wearing a strange set of armor and had a vague prismatic mark behind him.

He has no name because he is the king!!!
Chapter completed!