Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 32: Sandstorm coming

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This is an endless desolation!

Chen Ang trekked on the high hills, looking at the withered yellow in the distance, no plants, no animals, no aliens, and even lack of anything other than gravel, in the Milky Way of Star Wars, tens of millions Of the planets that are suitable for survival, which one is here? Where are you?

Chen Ang doesn't know the answer. He has been walking in the direction of the rising sun for a week. The food and water he carries can only last for three days. If he can't find a place to supply, he must go back to replenish.

In fact, there are no signs of life. Chen Ang has measured the general condition of the planet and investigated most of the natural environment. He found that the water molecules in the air, even with his senses, are not aware of There are large molecules gathered on a large scale, which means that within hundreds of miles of surroundings, there is no water source exposed to the surface.

The underground gravel is also dry and brittle, reaching hundreds of miles below the ground. There is only magma underground, and there is no aquifer. From the surrounding rock layer, the last water erosion movement occurred in millions. Years ago. Chen Ang is also determined to have life on this planet.

After all, millions of years are a terrible number for human beings, but for the planet, it ’s just a short cycle, there is life in water, and it ’s a strange and suitable for this kind of air. This is even more true of the survival planet.

On the horizon, Chen Ang saw things other than sand dunes for the first time, a blur of light and shadow, and quickly approached here. According to Chen Ang's judgment, the speed reached hundreds of kilometers per hour. Chen Ang silently leaned down and pressed his body to the ground, but he was not taken seriously by his preparation.

Is this useful for sandstorms with a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour?

The results are self-evident.

What should a real gust of wind look like? Is it unstoppable? Or is it the crushing of mountains and rivers? Chen Ang only knew when the sandstorm came to him. Was the real gust of wind a force that destroyed everything? He let any kind of destruction created by human beings feel ashamed.

The tiny gravel hits the object with amazing kinetic energy. At this time, anyone will understand why there is always only gravel here, and there is nothing else.

Because as long as you are exposed to this crazy sand and dust, any object larger than gravel, even an alloy on the deck of the spaceship, must be polished little by little. This kind of destroys everything and wipes out everything. Terror is better than any great power seen by Chen Ang.

Looking at a titanium alloy dart, within a few seconds, it was polished into a cup of iron powder. Chen Ang has an impulse to turn around and run away. He pressed his toes to resist his ability, his toes, and his body vacated. What is the only way to avoid passive damage?

Move with it!

If any Tatooine is here, seeing Chen Ang open his hands to greet the storm, I ’m afraid I will worship him. This is the terrifying black storm on Tatooine. This is them. Blood and tears, Tatooine's civilization was born with only one condition, no storm, and Tatooine's requirements for survival, there was only one condition to stay away from the black storm.

This created one of the most sturdy planetary civilizations in the Galactic Republic, and it also gave Tatuin a character that ignores death, loves violence, and has no fear of fear. The Tuin people, the only thing in awe, is this terrible storm.

Anyone who can conquer the Black Storm, he must be able to conquer the Tatooine, and someone who can conquer the Tatooine, he will rule the Milky Way.

This is the ancient proverb of the Tatooine, and also the epitome of their character. Countless Tatuin people who tried to challenge this sentence proved the dignity of the Black Storm with their lives.

Chen Ang is like a leaf, easily rolled up by the wind, without a trace of resistance, the crazy speed suddenly wrapped Chen Ang across a few miles away, countless friction, torn turbulence, will be involved in everything in the storm Torn to smash, Yingying's blue light almost overflowed in Chen Ang's eyes.

Strong shaking, desperate rotation, countless terrible gravel belts stagnation, rubbing, against the body of Chen Ang, Chen Ang fully mobilized every inch of muscle on the body, every ray of power, squeezing the internal force of Dantian, trying To resist this test. He was like the only lamp in the boundless darkness, guarding the light in his heart.

He is sober at this time. Every vector and every inch of change is under his control. He barely feels the trajectory of hundreds of millions of gravel movements and feels every change of wind, even if it is so. The physical limit of Chen Ang is also approaching step by step.

At this time, it not only consumes mental and physical energy, but his will is also ruined a little bit. The test, the severe pain in the head makes him vigorously invigorate, can not relax, relaxation is death, sometimes Chen Ang I really feel that it is better to live than to die from death. In fact, as long as you relax, everything will end.

Or loosen the string that controls ability and let that power take him out of this world.

Everything is over.

But Chen Ang did not give up, he gritted his teeth, squeezed every potential of his own, to adapt to this state, silently, the limit has been approached, one minute, two minutes, the limit time calculated by Chen Ang himself has passed , But he still maintains the last line of clarity and controls his body.

In the confusion, Chen Ang smells that death is advancing, little by little, killing his own will, as long as he faints, fainting just fine, ability will take you away, there will be a safe place, For your rest, such an idea erodes the will of Chen Ang, and a light appears in the yellow sand of Mengmeng.

Is it really impossible to bear it? With the development of my brain, even the illusion came out.

Chen Ang felt his body light, thrown from hundreds of meters high into the ground, he vaguely heard, there was a burst of noise from the outside, a bunch of languages ​​that he could not understand. Shouted.

Chen Ang instinctively analyzes this language, he found that he has made amazing changes, not only can memorize the pronunciation, tone, tone, volume of the language, and even can vaguely feel that the speaker ’s heart Emotions and thoughts, it seems that the emotional side of wisdom, opened his arms to him.

In this case, Chen Ang used only a few interest times to learn the languages ​​most used by everyone. He even understood the meaning in their words and instinctively absorbed the noise in the conversation.

"Black sand storm, gold mining, crushed gold sand." is the most frequently used word. People talk greedily and eagerly about the latter two, and are deeply afraid of the first one.

"Is there a person here, is it a wanderer?" a naive voice whispered. "Wake up, wake up Mr. Wake up!"

"Oh!" Chen Ang felt a thin body carrying him hard, but he didn't even have the motivation to open his eyes, unless someone wanted to kill him, he could escape under the instinct of his body, or Fight back, but he can do nothing about this malicious child.

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

After sleeping in the dark, Chen Ang finally opened his eyes. The ceiling above him was an absolutely unknown ceiling. No, it should be a rotten shed. Chen Ang controlled his fingers, moved flexibly, and then his arms , Thighs, body, and finally the whole person got up freely, completely unable to see the appearance of the dead dog before.

When Chen Ang is awake, he feels something is wrong, as if there are countless thin lights around him, hanging down from the sky, he pulls one of them, and feels a strange message, it seems to be a morning news, pull again One is a brief message. These tens of thousands of silk threads seem to be something that ordinary people cannot see.

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

Chen Ang feels the information that has never been seen before, seeing a wave of life from afar, approaching himself.

"You are awake!" An eight or nine-year-old boy looked at him happily, leaned over and put down a worn-out part, reached for a cup for him, and Chen Ang took it with a smile and said to the boy Thanks a lot.

"You don't have to thank me, helping each other is something that should be done in the interstellar!" The boy looked proud, his eyes full of joy.

Chen Ang felt his purity and joy, and said with a smile: "But you can do something that should be done like this, you are also amazing!" It seems that no one has ever praised him like this, the boy conveyed unusually excited emotions, he Say to Chen Ang: "You are hungry! I will take you to eat something, but unfortunately I am too poor, there is nothing good ..."

The boy jumped and found some money in the box. The precious money under the box was wrapped in a cherish. The Chen Ang watched it and had to stop him.

He picked up the part that the boy had just put down, his eyes slightly frozen, and he saw a piece of light and shadow. The part was smelted, forged, formed by a raw material alloy in time, and then worn out during the operation of the spaceship. In the end, the accuracy is wrong and it loses its function. Chen Ang quickly compares and absorbs this information.

The right hand tapped lightly on the parts a few times, and the worn parts suddenly made a buzz, and the buzzing turned up. The boy watched the process intently, looking at Chen Ang in surprise.

"Look! We have money for a big meal!" Chen Ang said with a smile, holding his parts.

"Really!" The boy looked at the parts in surprise and turned back to Chen Ang: "Are you Mechanist?"

Mechanist, Chen Ang searched for this term in the nearby information. It turned out to be a technician who is proficient in maintenance and machinery. Thinking about his doctorate in engineering, Chen Ang nodded.

Actually, the ghost knows the earth engineer, what can it be here? Do they know how to repair a spaceship?

But the boy was completely suspicious, or the parts on his hand explained everything. He took Chen Ang out of the house and mumbled: "Sell it to my master Watto, we have the money to eat a big meal!"

"Master!" It seems that this is not a good place. Chen Ang looked at the excited child and decided to let the word never appear in his mouth again. "What is your name?"

"Anakin!"

"What about the last name?"

"Skywalker! My name is Anakin Skywalker!"