Survival in the apocalypse: I can sublimate all things

Two hundred miles northeast of the Skola Mine.

More than 5,000 eight-armed tribesmen walked quickly inward under the leadership of the patriarch Bo Gang and the father of Badanmu, Balut.

"Come on, we will soon see the spectacular scene of the tenth-level mine source and the triple twin mine. I'm so nervous."

In the crowd, among the lineage of children from the direct line of the patriarch, a middle-aged man with a dark face, a thick body, an unkempt beard, a body covered with scars, and eight unusually thick arms couldn't help but sigh.

His trembling voice expressed excitement, his purple-black face showed his excited heart, and his heavy breathing highlighted his excitement.

"Look at your potential, hold on tight and don't faint on the road before we get to the place. Even if you are my brother, I won't carry you on my back."

Beside him, the woman with the same length of eight arms laughed and cursed, but her eyes shone with a shrewdness that was rare among the eight-armed tribe.

The scolded middle-aged man scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "That's right, that's right, hehe, but the Laoqi family is going to be prosperous this time. As long as we take down this mine, and with our business records that have been continuously refreshed in recent years, The next leader of the clan must be from my lineage, and Lao Qi’s family is afraid that he will be challenged by Big Brother!”

Before he finished speaking, the man was interrupted by a heavy palm.

He gasped, rubbed his back, and said speechlessly: "Sister, why did you hit me? It hurts me to death."

The eight-armed woman said coldly: "It's better to die in pain, so as not to fart randomly with this mouth and get angry."

The man was dissatisfied and said: "I'm not talking nonsense, Lao Qi's family is going to be prosperous."

The woman laughed and said, "You are the only one who is smart. Why is it that you are so smart that your performance is always the best in the whole family, but you are not the one that your father values ​​most?"

"I……"

The man was silent, his eyes dim.

His name is Gu Lun, and he is the third eldest son in the family.

He is able to endure hardships and is hardworking. His ethnic talent is the best among the entire tribe. His mining performance is at the top of the entire tribe. However, he gets less attention than others. Even Lao Qi, who is called a waste in the family, can still do a safe and easy job in the logistics industry. The work he is assigned is always the most difficult and risky frontline area. The achievements he makes belong to the family. The rewards given by the family are very rich, but his status is only the head of the mining group, without any clannishness. The right to speak about internal affairs.

"Don't think about it. Sometimes, the competition is not about the ability to do facts, but about human kindness and sophistication. Although the eldest brother was unable to make the trip because of the compensation issue for the "Throne", 70% of the brothers and sisters here are inclined to He, although Lao Qi is in the limelight this time, it is his father who ultimately benefits. The Lao Qi family may be prosperous for a while, but it cannot change the status of the eldest brother. The eldest brother is still the best candidate to become the heir of our line. In other words, Xia Xia Ren is a candidate for the clan leader. With your high-profile praise, do you plan to spend your whole life running a mine outside, taking risks all your life, and then die outside with your ability? "

Her name is Duoya, Gu Lun's biological sister, and the fifth in the family.

She has a good mind, but because she is a woman, she does not dare to express herself too much in a male-dominated family. She has always hidden her clumsiness and has a low sense of presence in the family.

However, her appearance is also quite outstanding among the eight-armed clan.

Although there is still a big gap between the adjective "beautiful" and "beautiful", it can at least be called heroic.

When saying these words, Doya always maintained a one-line private relationship, blaming his brother and complaining about the world.

Thinking of his brother, his skills have maximized the talents inherited from the Eight-Armed Clan's bloodline. The God of Craftsman's blessing has reached an astonishing 70%, and even the current patriarch only has 50%.

If such an innate ability were placed on the original Craftsman Star, it would definitely be cultivated as a genius. But in this social structure that needs to win over the nobles and cater to the guide, he can only act as a high-level coolie. His fate is so unfair and cruel.

"My sister is right. I know I was wrong. Next time, I will keep my mouth shut and stop talking about things that are and are not."

Gu Lun was relieved and quickened his pace after a silly smile. The heavy and powerful steps and the broad and straight back made Doya feel the slightest bit distressed.

Sometimes, let's just say sometimes, she would have very bad fantasies. They dreamed that one day, a god-like existence would descend from the sky and wash away the current morbid status quo of the tribe, allowing the Eight-Armed Clan to return to its proper track.

Unfortunately, myths only exist in fantasy and will not exist in this dimensional gap where a sick society is rapidly expanding.

"well……"

Doya sighed softly, and her expression returned to its normal appearance.

Unexpectedly, the moment she sighed, an unbearable force fell from the sky!

"Doya!!"

boom----!

The earth collapsed and consciousness shook!

More than 5,600 Eight-Armed Clan members seemed to have been struck! Prone on the ground!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The suppressive force of terror embeds them into the surface!

The severe pain instantly shattered their remaining consciousness!

In just one moment, almost all the Eight-Armed clansmen fell into a coma!

Only Doya managed to stay awake!

There is no other reason.

Gu Lun has been deployed outside all year round, operating in the mist of dimensions and wandering among thousands of alien species. Although his combat power is not top-notch, his risk aversion ability and crisis awareness have been honed to the extreme.

Therefore, the moment the pressure dropped, he sensed it and threw Doya down with all his strength. Using his eight arms as support, his body as a shield, and his strength and will as his source of energy, he withstood the pressure. The instant impact protected Duoya under his body.

Doya looked at his brother who had lost consciousness and was still supporting him. Heartache and fear flashed in his eyes, but the next second, he heard a whisper! What followed was quite surprising words.

"This is a bit unexpected. Can the level of a high-level abyss diver actually withstand the overwhelming potential of the Huayuan level and defend family ties? It's rare, so I'll take special care of it."

After saying that, Doya saw a ball of energy containing a strong abyssal aura falling from the sky, directly covering her and her unconscious brother and suspending them in mid-air.

Only then did she finally see who their attacker was.

It was a strange man with red hair and red eyes and a tall figure!

He didn't hold any soldiers, but he controlled the extremely amazing abyss energy to dig out the tribesmen embedded in the surface and put them into pockets that were also condensed with abyss energy.

But Lu Ming, who kept pretending, just felt a little strange.

I have only heard of picking up money from sacks, but never heard of picking up people from sacks.

But then I thought about it, the Eight-Armed Clan can create huge resource value, which can be regarded as indirectly picking up money from a sack.

"Let's go."

After digging out the last eight-armed clan member and throwing him into the energy pocket, Lu Ming jumped into the air and flew toward the center of the mine.

He originally thought that capturing these eight-armed tribesmen would require a little more effort.

I never thought that the specialized level of the Eight-Armed Clan would be so weak.

The entire group of 5,600 people, let alone the Huayuan level, didn't even have a single extreme abyss diver.

The highest level is this middle-aged man who is still protecting his tribe despite being unconscious, a senior abyss diver.

The rest are all junior Qianyuan, even Linyuan-level scum that does not exist in Qianyuan.

Seeing Lu Ming look over, Duoya widened her eyes and asked in shock: "Who are you? Why do you do this? Let us go quickly! I don't need to tell the clan leader that it was you."

Lu Ming thought to himself that this rugged woman's words were quite interesting. She didn't sound like a playboy like Badan Mu, but her voice still had the feeling of being in a high position for a long time.

"take it easy."

Lu Ming smiled at him and reassured: "Lu doesn't want to do anything bad to you. Lu just wants to tap into the true abilities of your tribe and let you reawaken the soul of the craftsman."

"What?"

Doya was shocked and at a loss.

Lu Ming made a silent gesture to him, and said kindly: "Good boy, don't ask. If you ask again, Lu will have to provide sleeping services."

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