How Am I Still Alive? Chapter 117

Xikou County is not big, but with such a large population, there are naturally supporting industries and job opportunities.

Xikou Shenglai Fish Processing Factory is the largest and best business industrial park here.

It and its more than a dozen downstream units in the industrial chain, relying on the advantages of neighboring rivers and human resources, include a series of business projects such as canned fish production, salted fish pickling, and raw fish processing.

There are 300,000 people in the entire Xikou, and at least 30,000 of them can be related to their living and business operations. They can be called the backbone of the county.

After the disaster broke out, this huge factory area, which could satisfy the lives of tens of thousands of people in the past, was also immediately occupied by the neighboring river.

But unlike what most people expected, instead of shutting down for the first time, it got busier...  

"Kakaka."

The conveyor belt in the factory building is still running slowly, and the roar of machinery is only a short pause.

The next morning, the factory resumed work, just hanging on the conveyor belt, but not what it used to be.

Most of the "meat" hanging on it are very calm, and only a very small number of tenacious people can groan indefinitely.

".....help me....."

"Give me a treat..."

Individuals were sent directly into the modified machinery without even peeling the "skin", which eventually became the material for "military rations".

The average size of the soldier class of nearly two meters, with serrated teeth and a powerful digestive system, will not complain about the rags in the can.

Perhaps many people's understanding of alien races is just a hostile ethnic group, but the "Shakelai fish people" are a super-theocracy society with a complete social system. Their cognition of most weak ethnic groups is always lingering in food and slaves.

On the other side of the factory, a large number of towed vehicles and other machinery were placed in a pile. Shaqlai technicians who had just completed the transformation of the production line were trying to transform it into a usable war machine.

This time the door is too narrow and the restrictions are quite high. Only the physical body of the clan can pass through. The clansmen who lack armed support are asking for help in many areas.

The fish people of the Yinbei tribe were surprised to find that their first wave of attacks was actually sniped in all aspects, and powerful "chosen people" appeared in some areas.

Even if there are many reasons for this, there is no magic support, no war machine, no accompanying large sea beasts, it is not the reason why the silver shells who have conquered the entire sea area and are invincible and invincible stop expanding.

On the one hand, they asked the door for help, and on the other hand, they were preparing for a long-term battle.

"...Strange creatures and technologies, their machines are actually afraid of water, and their 'circuits' used as the core are actually afraid of water..."

"Unlike us, their world is actually built on the surface of the water, there is no ubiquitous undercurrent, and they can only rely on their own fins to move, which makes our warriors uncomfortable, and they waste more than half of their physical strength before going to the battlefield. …”

"...Perhaps, compared to war machines, we need to prepare means of transportation for them. Do you think these tools, which are called 'motorcycles', can be used as the basis for transformation..."

Those noises that sounded strange in the air turned into precise human speech underwater.

In order to use local tools according to local conditions, the tribal priests used incantations, so that these technicians mastered the local language and script in a short time.

But their language and vocal organs were originally vibrations in the water, and they couldn't communicate with each other after leaving the water.

Now, a group of technicians with a minimum of two meters can only bend their waists and bury their heads under the flood before they can communicate with each other, which is quite uncomfortable.

But they worked one night and half the day, and they also had some results.

In the center of the open space, there are countless machines stacked together, and there are at least a dozen or so stories of giant "rays", which are the answer sheets they squeezed out.

"...It's too rough, the priest-sama won't throw us to feed the fish..."

"Kaka, so, I suggest sending a group of flying warriors to take back those iron pieces (boats) that can only float in the south. We also have more materials..."

There are too few materials, and even with the help of supernatural powers and spells, they can only piece together a behemoth of war.

They are afraid of the rage of the priests, who are the rulers of the tribe, and are now using their personal connections in private to see if they can get more "materials".

But the higher-level priests also had more important things to do.

In the depths of the factory, the cold storage that was originally used as a storage room was already full.

It's just that the original "commodities" have been thrown out and eaten by big fish and small fish. Now they are filled with the most tender "high-quality meat people".

And the slave class, who had nowhere to go except for being strong, was throwing baskets of black pearls on top of the meat.

"Take it lightly, lightly, these are the best goods. If you break one, you will be turned into irrational animal slaves!"

The slaves quickened their movements, but were more careful, because they knew that the priest's roar was definitely not empty talk.

Among their ethnic ranks, the slaves who could be lower than these warriors' disqualified slaves were the beast slaves who had been abandoned from the beginning, and the countless cannon fodders that are now flooding the entire city.

These domestic slaves can grow to be more than 1.78 meters, but those beasts that lack nutrition and gods' attention are only 1.45 meters and thin.

Finally, when the "meat" of the warehouse was covered with "black pearls", the slaves began to pour the red viscous liquid on it.

"...Our god, the master of six mouths, three hearts and eight claws..."

The priest raised the twisted scepter symbolizing divine power, and light blue ripples spread from it, and the black pearls covered with it began to move.

"Crack."

When the first "little fish" emerged from it, its first target was not the "grain reserve" below, but the pearl that was just about to move recently.

The little fish gnawed at each other, but the priests and slaves seemed to turn a blind eye.

"...16,000 eggs, this warehouse can produce 100 good seedlings, if it can produce ten mutant species, it will depend on whether the meat man material is strong enough... ."

Killing each other, eating each other and evolving, is the normal life of the sharks.

What the priests did was to speed up the incubation process that would have taken three to six months.

Next, with the help of magic, it is expected that the half-month competition will be completed in one day.

The price to pay, that is, those new clansmen have less than half of the lives of normal clansmen... and as long as they make enough achievements to improve their rank before death, this is not a problem.

"Very good, very good, this bait is good."

Seeing that the little fishmen grew rapidly one by one, and the signs of mutants appeared so quickly, the priest nodded in satisfaction.

He is still very busy. In the more than a dozen warehouses next door, the stored food materials have been laid, and the incubation process will be started next.

"A hatchery may not be enough, or send the army to fight another suitable location..."

In Shaqlai, the murloc priest was thinking about his work, but he didn't notice the calm eyes on the ceiling.

"By the way, the materials are not enough, let those slaves get more... uh!!"

The suddenly lowered noose dragged the tall murloc up to the sky, and the frantically struggling priest could only kick without resistance~www.mtlnovel.com~ yanked the tentacles around his neck in vain.

The slaves who walked around him didn't dare to look up at their master at all, and they didn't notice his disappearance at the first time.

After a brief period of calm, only the corpse whose head had been twisted was suspended.

At this moment, chaos broke out instantly, and the sharp noise of the fish people echoed in the passage.

Lu You, on the other hand, had avoided the blind spot of his field of vision, hanging upside down on the ceiling so lightly, and walked over silently.

The ceiling, the walls, he just walked to the door of the refrigerator calmly.

From top to bottom, he pinched the slave giant fish that was blocking the way, and with one hand turned the frozen gear that had been turned off to the lowest temperature.

"The hatchery is ok, and the priest x5 is also ok...Is the city that can't be saved? Then, let's kill more..."

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