Caring for the god stick, the male god is responsible [Interstellar]

Chapter 1 The Song of Blood and Fire

Ting Nan dragged a small suitcase, looked back at the high-end accommodation area behind him, and grabbed two handfuls of hair irritably, his hair suddenly curled up, making his face even more stupid with a paralyzed face.

It's his 18th birthday today, and he's been swept under the rug while declaring he's an adult.

What a fucking life.

Today is the era of interstellar peace, the Federation is thriving and prosperous, and it is completely impossible to see the ghostly appearance of the various planets that were riddled with holes during the melee 200 years ago.

The number of supernatural beings is stable at one-tenth of the total population, and the number of guides who are almost extinct due to melee has steadily increased with the joint efforts of all mankind. The ratio of guides to sentries is 3:7, an excellent guide Wherever you go, there are fragrant buns.

When the federation was established for a hundred years, the guides fought a beautiful turnaround, known as the "Guide Rise Movement", since then all dogmatic guide schools have been banned, and all unequal terms have been abolished.Today, the social status of guides has risen again and again. They are respected and equal and free. They are no longer vassals of sentries. They have the right to choose and decide their own lives, which of course includes the freedom of love and loneliness. The pheromones are used to lure highly compatible guides into heat and thus mark them.

As a result, the marriage rate and birth rate of the supernatural beings are getting lower and lower, and the manic death rate of the sentinels is skyrocketing. The old members of the Federation are really worried.

In order to balance the number of sentries and guides, a long-premeditated "Guide Manufacturing Project" was finally launched. Once released, it received great support, and of course there were also many voices of opposition.

Scientists screen some of the germ cells voluntarily donated by sentinels and guides, and then artificially cultivate life-bearing embryos, implant the genes of guides into excellent embryos, and artificially manufacture guides. With a high degree of compatibility, the Federation will raise them up and ensure that they enjoy the same rights as nature guides.

Ting Nan is one of the second-generation experimental embryos of the "Guide Manufacturing Project", a three-no youth with no father, mother, and surname.

And even when I reached adulthood, I couldn't awaken as a guide.

This is like trying to raise an egg into a swan, only to find out that it is a duck after raising the eldest one. Although ducks and swans are equal species, for a duck, the first half of his life as an egg becomes It's meaningless, because his ultimate skills - how to drink water gracefully with a bowed neck or how to fly beautifully - are all useless.

Isn't that fucked?

Just now, Ting Nan once again accepted the inspection of the institution, and his body's bones and functions have matured, which means that the chance of him awakening into a supernatural being after adulthood is less than one in a thousand.

The agency pronounced him a failure without a word, and the federation would naturally not support him anymore, so Ting Nan had to quickly pack his luggage, although most of his daily necessities were provided by the federation, and with that little savings, Stepping back and forth, he walked out of the comfortable nest where he had lived for more than ten years, and was about to start a hard life of self-reliance.

Still a little reluctant.

After all, the days of being a rice bug carefree can't be more enjoyable.

But fortunately, Ting Nan had the foresight to apply to join a bounty hunter group. The leader of this hunter group, Abel, was one of the first-generation embryos of the "Guide Manufacturing Project", but unexpectedly awakened and became a sentry. They are also considered a legend among these people.Probably because of this, Nan Po met Abel's eye, passed the application, and became a trainee hunter.

Trainee hunters are nothing more than cheap labor, and it is very important to follow a group. With a strong hunter group, experience points will naturally increase quickly, and it will be much easier to get a hunter license.

Today can be regarded as Ting Nan's first mission. Of course, the mission that can call him has no degree of difficulty, and it is right to train newcomers.

Recently, a newly excavated ruins of a large trench in the late melee era, they only need to go there to sweep up whether there are leftover weapon wreckage and old antiques, and it is expected to be done soon.After completing the task and receiving the experience points, you can go to the hunter guild to rent a room first, maybe you can share the bounty to buy a birthday cake or something.

Thinking about it this way, Ting Nan suddenly felt that life was not particularly bad.

Obviously he can rely on his face to make a living, but he has to rely on his strength to reach the pinnacle of life. Forgive him for being such a bohemian boy.

wizard?Farewell!

His journey is the sea of ​​stars!

Ting Nan got up his spirits and arrived at the Hunters Guild. As soon as he finished storing his luggage, he met another intern hunter in the regiment, Pang Hu. Pang Hu is a sentinel with a height of 1.9 meters and a weight of over [-]. He moves like a hill.Listening to Nan greet Fat Tiger with a calm face, the pressure in his heart was overwhelming.

This big brother doesn't need to be so close to talk, just by standing next to him, he feels like a weak chicken!

In fact, I heard that Nan 178 is not short. He has short messy hair, brown like malnutrition, and a palm-sized face. The lines on his face are not gentle, and he has always been expressionless. It always makes people feel that he is a little careless in everything he does, only a pair of long and narrow eyes are piercing, his brows are slightly raised when looking at people, and his dark eyes are rolling around, like an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

Generally speaking, the unknown parents have very good genetics, and Ting Nan can be regarded as a good-looking talent, but compared with the fat tiger next to him, he is a proper bitch...

The two of them didn't talk for long, and Abel came over with two hunters. This mission is not challenging. The masters in the group are all teaming up to spawn monsters, and it is enough to bring a few novices to practice.

Ting Nan looked at Mo Lin behind Abel without looking for traces. Mo Lin was the only guide in the group. His unusually fair complexion and half-length blond hair made him stand out in the crowd. His blue eyes Watery, round face with two dimples when smiling,

The five senses of the guide have always been keen, Mo Lin sensed Ting Nan's gaze, and stared back with some displeasure, Mo Lin saw that Ting Nan was not a supernatural being, looked up and down Ting Nan again, even more disdainful, snorted coldly, The little chin was raised so much that he almost didn't look at people with his nostrils.

Ting Nan looked away stiffly, his facial paralysis well covered the embarrassment of being caught, and he could only endure Mo Lin's naked contempt, after all... his arm couldn't twist his thigh, and it was another bitter tear to say.

Don't look at Mo Lin's thin and small body, but at the age of [-], his mental strength is said to be amazing. His Quantum Beast is a fox, and he relieved most of the mania of the sentries in the regiment. Superficial repairs are invaluable for sentries without guides, not to mention that Mo Lin occasionally sacrifices for the manic and severe patients who are attractive, allowing the establishment of a harmless temporary mark or something for deep treatment... Uh, by the way Hanging the appetite of the sentinel, Ting Nan made up the knife silently.

All in all, in the hunter group, Mo Lin has a unique position, and the aura of a male god is higher than that of a male god.

Moreover, according to the gossip from the guild, Molin recently established a temporary mark with Abel. The leader of the hunter group is deeply in love and cannot extricate himself. Pursuit, the degree of idiot is staggering.

Such a simple task, Abel brought Molin out, it was nothing more than trying to get close.

So Ting Nan, Fat Hu, and another single friend hugged each other silently, pretending to be asleep along the way, demented and demented, and very consciously made room for the two of them to be alone, so as not to be abused... After Ting Nan poked Poking the ground to observe, Mo Lin coldly refused... Silently lit the wax for his head.

The five of them rode on the ship and saw from a distance the trench ruins of the melee period, which was so vast that it almost covered the entire plain. It had been roughly excavated, and it was all dark. The dirt and gravel cover can only barely make out a vague shape.

It seems that the task is not as simple as imagined, at least it seems time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Ting Nan and Fat Hu rolled up their sleeves and started to work hard.

As a result, as soon as he arrived in the trenches and hadn't started the task, Mo Lin yelled that he was uncomfortable, his face was pale, and he was almost unable to hold on. The tentacles began to expand uncontrollably. For the sentry, it was a sweet and painful torture. The sentries present were a little short of breath, and Abel, who was supporting Mo Lin, had bruised veins and red eyes.

Fat Tiger dragged Ting Nan and almost ran away until he got rid of the interference of Molin's pheromone, and then stopped flying. One kick: "How long have you been running, it's useless."

Unexpectedly, Ting Nan was kicked lightly by the fat tiger and fell to the ground. From the beginning of entering this ruins, Ting Nan found that something was wrong with his body, and was dragged by the fat tiger to run all the way, with a burning pain in his chest , his legs kept swinging, and the strong tinnitus made him wonder if his eardrum was about to burst.

"It's okay, brother! I didn't use much strength, why did I fall over..." Fat Tiger was also stunned by the power of his kick, and stretched out his hand to help him up.

"I'm fine..." Ting Nan waved his hands weakly, then his vision went dark, and he passed out with a pair of dizzy mosquito-repellent eyes.

…………

Eh?Why is it so hot?

Ting Nan stretched out his hand in a daze to explore, and suddenly opened his eyes with a groan from the scorching heat... There were extinguished fires scattered all around, and the air was full of choking white smoke. Ting Nan lay on the bed cautiously. In the sunken ravine, looking towards the top of the head where the roaring sound came continuously...

The small fighter plane was on the verge of falling, sideways to avoid several plasma cannons, but was cut in half by a beam of strong photon cannon from the side, and was directly blown into slag by the missile. The flames lit up half of the trench, and the battleship The fragments of the explosion streaked across the sky like meteors, and the soldiers in the battleship had already been blown to pieces, and some incomplete and burning body fragments also fell to the ground one after another.

Ting Nan tried his best to avoid a fragment of a battleship that was as big as two people, and fell to the ground. When he looked up with widened eyes, a small piece of wet stuff stuck to his face. One side of his face was numb from the pain, Ting Nan wiped off his face with trembling hands, it turned out to be bloody flesh mixed with burnt smell.

Listening to Nan's heart thumping and about to jump out of his throat, the sky was dimly lit, and the white smoke was gradually dissipating. A corner of the trench finally appeared in front of his eyes. The ravines and bunkers had not been filled up with sand, gravel and mud. There is no mottled rust on the ground, battleships, soldiers, fire, blood...

This is clearly what it looked like 200 years ago!