Blood Corpse God, once, was also an (alien)…
He belonged to an extremely rare race in the universe – the "Yinhu."
The Yinhu race had a very small population; even if you searched the entire universe, their number would not exceed four figures.
Their bodies could quickly adapt to various unfamiliar and harsh environments. Even if a newborn Yinhu infant was thrown into outer space, he would not die.
A ten-year-old Yinhu child could move freely under twenty times gravity without any training. And this… was a realm that countless aliens could not reach even after training.
The physical strength of adult Yinhu people was higher than most synthetic metals, almost indestructible; their immune systems could resist all natural germs except for biochemical weapons, and even if they were exposed to biochemical weapons, they might not die… because they also had a heaven-defying metabolic system that could rapidly volatilize harmful substances from the pores of their bodies.
Creatures with this kind of metabolic system would undoubtedly be very long-lived.
In fact, that was indeed the case…
The natural lifespan of the Yinhu people was infinite. Their bodies would stop growing and changing when they reached maturity (about thirty-five years old), and all their physical functions would reach their peak at this stage and remain unchanged.
Supported by a perfect metabolic system, their organs would never age. Even if they suffered extremely severe external injuries (such as bathing in lava, putting their hands into a collapsing machine, etc.), as long as the main organs were not damaged or lost function, the cells would repair themselves and restore the body to its best condition, but if the injury was too severe… the recovery time would be longer.
In short, from a biological point of view, the physiological structure of the Yinhu people was something that other highly intelligent life forms could only dream of.
They were truly "high-level beings," born with things that others could only aspire to but never reach.
In their eyes, creatures like humans, whose total lifespan was only seventy or eighty years, with a large part of that spent in growth and decline, were truly worthy of pity.
Humans spend their entire lives accumulating wealth, vying for power, and developing careers, but in the end… we have nothing. Only those who have made outstanding contributions to their fellow humans and descendants, or who have brought profound disasters, will be remembered. And for the other 99%, that life's journey is like a fleeting moment, eventually turning into a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace…
Of course, perhaps some people can inherit resources at birth that are far more than those of other people, making their lives less difficult and arduous, but in the eyes of the Yinhu people, there is not much difference.
It's like how we humans view animals… wild cats are born to wander, suffering from hunger and disease, and after a few years, they complete their short, bumpy lives. What about domestic cats? Under the care of humans, they may live leisurely for more than a decade, but that is only a little over a decade… When they leave, we humans will still sigh at the brevity of their lives.
The feeling of higher beings looking down on lower beings… is roughly like this. Cats and dogs are still good, but what about pigs, cows, chickens, fish… animals that we raise as food, and even insects that live for a few months or even a day… many times, we don't even treat them as living beings. This numbness of humanity and contempt for life is very likely to exist in other higher life forms as well, but… we have not yet experienced the feeling of "being in the bowl," so we will continue to be numb and continue to despise. At least until a species higher up the food chain appears, we will not feel the harshness of "the strong eat the weak."
Getting back to the topic…
In summary, a race like the Yinhu should be very strong. Even if their numbers are small, they can fully support a powerful interstellar civilization.
However, the reality is… they don't even have a planet of their own.
The main reasons for this are two…
First, the Yinhu people are natural "destroyers." They are inherently brutal and warlike, bloodthirsty and murderous. Wherever they go, they will destroy everything there in a short period of time.
If other advanced alien civilizations are compared to *wAr3* players, then the Yinhu people are *dotA* players. The former build bases, climb technology trees, develop economies, and produce troops; the latter control heroes, acquire equipment, kill people, and push turrets.
Therefore, not surprisingly, the name "Yinhu" has become like a rat crossing the street. Almost all star systems and planets… have included them in their "defense lists."
The more enlightened and harmonious planets take the attitude of "refusing contact and retaining the right to defense." The planets that implement iron-fisted policies use the approach of "if they are found to be approaching our territory, execute them first and report later."
In short, no one wants to contact them, and no one dares to contact them. The Yinhu people themselves have no intention of "developing" at all.
Second… the Yinhu people have an extreme physiological defect – their method of reproduction.
If there is a god in this universe, then that god is ultimately fair. Perhaps this god regretted creating the Yinhu race, so he placed a curse on this race…
The Yinhu are a unisexual race. They have no obvious sexual characteristics or related organs, and there is no estrous period or desire in that regard. And their method of reproduction… is self-division.
That's right, such an advanced race reproduces like a single-celled organism. Even more outrageous is that the survival rate of reproduction is only 50%… that is, one divides into two, but only one of the two can live.
In short… it's as if they didn't give birth at all. This method of reproduction cannot increase the population.
But death… is unavoidable. Not running out of lifespan does not mean they can't be killed. The Yinhu are born strong, but creatures are creatures after all, and there is always a way to eliminate them. Some of the high-tech civilization's advanced weapons, as well as the Star Union's galaxy-level heroes, can deal with the Yinhu people.
Therefore, their population is destined to be in negative growth, and they are destined to perish in this negative growth…
Seeing this, some people will definitely ask, so are these Yinhu people who exist in the universe all born from rocks?
The thing is… back in the day, the Yinhu people weren't such a brutal race. They loved to travel and adventure and liked to form small teams to wander among the stars. At that time, they could reproduce normally through division, with a survival rate of 100%… and back then, there was a conventional rule within their race – people who had lived for a thousand years should consciously divide themselves and stop loafing around. As for those under a thousand years and over thirty-five years, they could do as they pleased if they were tired of living…
But, they were, after all, a group of guys who didn't like to follow the rules. As time went on, this tradition was gradually violated, ignored, and forgotten…
Those Yinhu people who had lived for a very long time… didn't even realize that their personalities had changed imperceptibly… This was a peculiar inherent quality lurking in the blood of all higher beings. There have been many enlightened rulers in human history who failed to maintain their integrity in their later years, and the situation was similar… Once upon a time, they were so detached from the world, but under the ravages of time, the dark, small side of their hearts slowly took the upper hand…
The Yinhu race began to mutate from that time on. Their reproduction survival rate began to decline. For every ten people who divided, there would be three cases where only one of the two lived. Later… this ratio became five times, six times, seven times, and eventually evolved into a situation where there must be one death during division and reproduction.
Moreover… the newborn Yinhu people had very bad personalities, as if the "good" part of their nature had died with the other part that was split off.
Faced with this situation, the Yinhu people had not thought of ways… In those years, they also had contact with aliens from other civilizations and asked for help, trying the method of "cloning," but the result ended in failure… The conclusion was that their DNA sequence was too adaptable to be copied. The cloned products would spontaneously activate in the petri dish stage and directly mutate into some lower, mature-stage creatures.
So, probably from that era, this race that knew it was doomed to perish, finally gave up…
What happened later, and their transformation, was also reasonable.
However…
There was one person, a very special exception, who happened to be born at that time of transition.
When the reproduction survival rate of the Yinhu people stabilized at 50%, there was a guy who had lived for a very long time who divided.
And the result of this division… was that both of them survived.
The problem was… one of the newborn Yinhu infants was abnormal. From birth, his physical characteristics looked like a dried corpse, and his whole body emitted a golden-red glow.
And his brutality and bloodthirst were simply unbelievable…
The first thing he did after "birth" was to eat his "brother" (in fact, the Yinhu race has no concept of brothers or blood relatives, because from the source, they are all divided from the same person), and… his behavior was not out of physiological need, it was simply because he "wanted to eat."
This ultimate evil mutant that appeared during the special race's mutation period was the being later known as the Blood Corpse God.
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The perspective returns to the battlefield in District East Twenty.
"This guy, um…" Police Hero knelt on one knee, his whole body trembling.
"Ah—" Somersault Hero screamed as he moved backward, falling to the ground.
"This… I actually…" Disfigured Hero covered his face with both hands (at this time he had removed the bandages on his face) and lay directly on the ground.
Blood Corpse God stood in place, without actively touching anyone, but the three city-level heroes of the Sloth Alliance were instantly killed.
"What… did you do to us?" Only Hardman Hero, this planet-level hero, could barely stand, which could be regarded as saving face for the Star Union. However… his incomparably resolute face was also covered with horror.
[Fear Projection] is the special ability of the Blood Corpse God, the strongest mutant of the Yinhu race.
This ability… can be said to be the nemesis of most highly intelligent creatures. The inexplicable sense of fear that Quake felt earlier was this.
Even Quake, an extremely brutal antisocial element, chose to submit after receiving a mild [Fear Projection] released by the Blood Corpse God. Therefore, it was reasonable for the heroes to be defeated under the medium-level ability.
"I said… I'm adding seasoning to the food." Blood Corpse God smiled and answered Hardman Hero's question, "Nothing enhances the taste of food more than 'fear'… that surging blood, adrenaline… and your terrified expressions, reactions, wails… ah—" He groaned, his whole body trembling with excitement for a while, and for some reason… this action seemed quite obscene, "I've really been hungry for too long, I can't wait any longer!" As he spoke, he scanned his surroundings, and soon locked his eyes on Disfigured Hero, "It's decided! I'll start with the one that looks more unpalatable."
"Don't even think about it!" Hearing this, Hardman Hero shouted angrily, and launched another attack.
Although his mind was shrouded in a sense of fear, his body was not damaged in any way. As a true hardman, a moderate level of [Fear Projection] was not enough to completely crush his reason. Hardman Hero would never allow this monster to swallow any of his companions alive in front of him, at least… before he fell…
"Hardman Hurricane Combo!" When he attacked, he didn't forget to shout out the name of the technique loudly. One was to build momentum, and the other was to embolden himself.
Bang bang bang bang—
Exploding fist winds rose and fell one after another, continuously hitting Blood Corpse God's head, torso, and limbs.
Rising heat and white mist spread out, shrouding the surrounding ten meters.
"Didn't I already say… this is useless?"
In Hardman Hero's fierce attack, Blood Corpse God was still standing still, and opened his mouth to speak. However… his tone at the moment sounded a bit impatient.
"Get out of here!" The next second, Blood Corpse God shouted sharply and swept his arm.
The force of this sweep brought out a shocking wave, instantly sweeping away the surrounding heat and mist.
But… when the smoke and dust that obscured the view dissipated, Blood Corpse God discovered that Hardman Hero and the three who had lost their ability to resist… had disappeared without a trace.
"Heh… trying to run?" Blood Corpse God sneered when he saw this.
In this instant, Blood Corpse God… moved!
On the other side…
Hundreds of meters away, Hardman Hero, who was carrying three companions and running away, was muttering, "This is terrible… no matter what, I have to send these three to the spaceship first. Leaving them near the battlefield will only increase casualties…
Quake called this monster 'Blood Corpse God' just now… I miscalculated that there is such a guy on Sloth Star. Fortunately, Police Hero had the foresight to keep the video communicator on. Now Doctor Biubiu and Poker Hero should have called the Alliance for reinforcements.
Um… I wonder if I can hold out until the reinforcements arrive… um!"
Hardman Hero never screams. If you ask why… it's because he's Hardman Hero.
Even if he endured the kind of pain that could make people cry their hearts out, Hardman Hero would only groan.
At this moment, he groaned…
Then, he fell down.
Police Hero, Somersault Hero, and Disfigured Hero all fell to the ground, but the three of them were not seriously injured, just stumbled.
But Hardman Hero… had his spine broken by a punch from Blood Corpse God. At least in this battle, he would not be able to stand up again.
"Hmph… extremely stupid." Blood Corpse God sneered, looking down at Hardman Hero, "If you had abandoned these three wastes and ran away by yourself, you might have been able to live a little longer."
"Hehe…" Hardman Hero actually laughed and forcibly used the strength of his upper limbs to turn over, changing to a face-up position. He responded to Blood Corpse God with a resolute gaze, "Since the time I abandoned my companions and ran away in kindergarten, I swore that I would never abandon anyone again." The initial pain quickly passed. Hardman Hero felt his consciousness was blurred at this moment and could no longer feel his lower body, "Also… keep your mouth clean, you ugly monster. Who are you calling waste? They are all heroes!"
"Heroes… huh…" The smile on Blood Corpse God's face disappeared. From this moment on, he showed a solemn look for the first time, "I understand… extremely stupid, but… admirable."
While they were talking, Quake ran over from a distance. The speed of Blood Corpse God's sudden attack was extremely astonishing. It took Quake a while to understand what had happened, so he was a few steps late.
"Master… do we want to… leave one alive." At this time, Quake suddenly thought of something and offered a suggestion to his master, "After this battle, those Sloth Alliance guys are likely to continue to ask the Star Union for help. At that time, if we have a hostage in our hands…"
"Huh?" Blood Corpse God turned his head, looked at Quake, and said, "A hostage? What is that thing?" His voice raised a few degrees, "Are you saying it's the kind of bargaining chip that 'disadvantaged' guys use to threaten their opponents and protect themselves?"
"Uh…" That fear came again, making Quake stiff, "Subordinate… just…"
"Okay, you don't need to say it." Blood Corpse God said, "Think before you express your opinion in the future… think carefully… do I really need your opinion?"
"Subordinate… understands." Quake, this overlord, was actually trained by Blood Corpse God to be submissive. If his nemesis Police Hero was still rational at this moment, who knows what he would think.
"Hardman Hero, is it?" Blood Corpse God quickly turned his head again and looked at Hardman Hero on the ground, "Although I don't agree with your so-called 'hero' approach, I respect your attitude and principles. I'm really sorry for saying that your companions are waste…"
Who would have thought that Blood Corpse God would say such a thing in this situation. Just by this point, people like Quake were far inferior to him…
"So… if you don't mind." However, Blood Corpse God's next sentence was, "I'm going to start."