"Oh... I thought I was going to die."

A group of Serines who came down from the cloud platform collectively lie on the ground and doubt their life. What they have just experienced is probably the most exciting time in their lives. All bungee jumping and parachuting are weak.

Tien, who came down first, has recovered at this time. He looks around, looking at the endless flatness, the sky has returned to blue, the temperature is in the range of 30 to 50 degrees, and the air index is suitable for the Celin. Breathe, Tien could hardly imagine that this was once a planet bombed by annihilation.

I can’t see the ground when I bow my head. Numerous strips of rhizomes of varying thickness are woven into a net to cover the ground. At the same time, they are mixed with things like marsh mud. These are microorganisms that are killed by the rhizome defense system. Because they are too lazy to clean up, they simply don’t want to clean it up. Stacked outside, you can use it directly when you need it, and by the way, it can also be used as a bait to attract other microorganisms, killing two birds with one stone.

But these senses for the Celin are very bad, no, not bad, it is very bad, it is like being in a septic tank, especially to vomit, opening the spacesuit mask, that is coming. Rotting smell...

Tin hurriedly closed his mask, before he could stop fainting.

At this time, a group of collectors formed a long dragon, coming from a great distance, Tien heard the infrasound language from the other party.

"Welcome guests from afar, we are here to greet you."

Tien can’t understand the other party’s expression, or whether the other party has an expression or not. But if there is an expression, Tien is sure that the other party must have a very formulaic smile, just like those politicians and officials in the Empire. .

Reaching out politely, Tien was not sure whether the other party knew about this etiquette, but whether he knew it or not, there was nothing wrong with showing basic politeness after all.

"Hello, I am the messenger of the empire, you can call me ‘Tien’."

"Hello, I am the individual ‘sprinting’ to greet you this time, and I’m glad to meet you."

Tien's hand was entangled with the tentacles of the collector, and then he felt a huge force passing from the palm of his hand to his arm, and then his whole body, the whole person swaying up and down.

Fortunately, Tien knows that the other party knows the handshake, but the most intuitive manifestation of the power gap is that he swings up and down like a torn sack.

Before Tien felt that his wrist was about to dislocate, the tentacles finally released.

He hurriedly withdrew his hand with some fear, thinking about how to change the subject and enliven the atmosphere.

"I...Sprint, do you have motion sickness medicine here? My person seems to be not in good health." Tien said in a half-joking tone, but the collector can't understand it. There is no such thing on the collector's side.' Just kidding' this concept.

In their minds...

The guest is in poor health and needs help...

Poor health means that there is a defect in the body...

Physical defects indicate that it is not suitable for survival...

Being unfit for survival is tantamount to death, tantamount to an urgent need, and must be resolved as soon as possible...

"Don't worry! We will deal with it as soon as possible! Never let one of the guests die!"

Tien:? ? ?

In the face of the imperial messenger, a bunch of gatherers rushed towards the Celine who were still lying on the ground like hungry tigers.

"Stop! What are you going to do!"

"Stop...stop! You can't touch that place! I have a family!"

"Well!"

Tien couldn't help taking a step back in fright.

"Sprinter, what are you doing!"

"Treatment, since there is a problem with the body, it must not be dragged, because it is life-threatening."

The collector named Sprint gave the answer as a matter of course.

"You call this treatment?!"

Tien was trembling with anger, pointing at the Celine people who were struggling in their tentacles. They drilled when they saw holes in their tentacles. Their wailing sounds were so bitter.

"This is doing physical examinations for them to know where the problem is. A physical problem is a serious matter. It can't be delayed. If there is a life-threatening situation, it will be bad."

Tien Tieqing's face was slightly relieved, at least knowing that the other party did it out of good intentions. In the final analysis, it was because of what he said just now, thinking of the task he was shouldering, and patiently explained it.

"No, what I meant just now was that they were not injured or ill. They just landed from a high altitude to a low altitude. Their internal balance has not been adjusted, so there is no need to check, please stop them, please."

"So it's like this..."

Sprinting nodded like Mingwu.

"I remember your Celine's body structure. The main reason for this is that the brain hormones have not been adjusted properly..."

"Did you hear that? Adjust your hormones, please bear with me a little bit."

The collectors paused and nodded neatly, followed by another infrasonic wailing.

"No! What are you going to do to my ears!"

"Let go of me! Beast!"

"My brain! My brain is creeping?!"

"Help!"

After experiencing some things that will be harmonized by description, those Lying Serines can get up, but the psychological shadows are also left behind, one by one in despair.

"Do you have any questions? We will try our best to help and solve the problem."

"No more! No problem!"

The expressions of the whole group of Celine changed, and they shook their heads very tacitly, for fear that these collectors would toss some moths.

"Well, let's take you to the place where you live first~lightnovelpub.net~Sprint track.

Hearing that, Tien looked around and found no means of transportation.

"Sprinter, are we just walking like this?"

"if not?"

"This……"

That's right! Amoeba has no means of transportation at all, how can he have such extravagant hopes! Thinking of all the things he had just experienced, Tin was a little desperate. He only hoped that the place where he lived would not be far away.

As if seeing what the other party was thinking, Sprint added.

"It's just us, you don't need it. We know that your Celine people are not good at physical fitness, so we brought them here specifically."

"Come up."

Under the gesture of the gatherers, the Imperial Envoys boarded these guys who had just been rude to them a little nervously.

"Sit down? Hurry up. It will be fast for a while, and it will be dangerous to be thrown off."

"Well, thanks for the reminder."

"Hurry up."

...

Said so, but in fact, most people in the imperial messenger group are not too concerned about the speed? Where can I go soon? The ground is no more than the sky. It is air resistance and friction. Look at the six limbs supporting the body of the collector. They can't come anywhere soon, so they just hold on symbolically-and then they regret it!

It's really not as fast as those flying cars over the empire!

Many Serines did not react. They were immediately thrown off when they started running, and they broke bones and tendons. Thanks to the rhizomes on the ground, no one died. The next destiny of these Serines is new. A round of touch... a medical method with the characteristics of the collector.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can understand that if even this degree of mobility is not achieved, how can the collectors compete with the empire armed with various technologies?