This was an endless desolation!
Chen Ang trekked on a high hill and looked at the withered yellow sky from afar. There were no plants, no animals, no aliens, not even a little bit of gravel. In the Milky Way Galaxy of Star Wars, among the tens of millions of planets that were suitable for living, which one was here? Where was he?
Chen Ang didn't know the answer. He had been walking in the direction of the rising sun for a week. The food and water he carried could only last him for three more days. If he couldn't find a place to resupply, he would have to go back and resupply.
In fact, it was impossible for any traces of life to appear. Chen Ang had measured the general situation of this planet and investigated most of the natural environment. He found that even with his senses, he couldn't detect the large-scale accumulation of water molecules in the air. This meant that there was no water source exposed on the surface within a radius of hundreds of miles.
The gravel underground was also dry and brittle. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there was only magma underground, there was no aquifer. Judging from the surrounding rock layers, the last water erosion movement occurred millions of years ago. Because of this, Chen Ang was sure that there was life on this planet.
After all, millions of years was a terrible number for humans, but for a planet, it was just a relatively short cycle. If there was water, there would be life. This was especially true for a planet with a bizarre air composition that was suitable for ordinary humans to live on.
On the horizon, for the first time, Chen Ang saw something other than a sand dune. A group of blurry light and shadow was quickly approaching. According to Chen Ang's judgment, it reached hundreds of kilometers per hour and would arrive in front of him in less than two minutes. Chen Ang silently bent down and put his body on the ground, but in his heart, he didn't think much of his preparation.
Was it useful for a sandstorm with a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour?
The result was self-evident.
What should a real gale look like? Was it an unstoppable force that could move mountains and cross seas? Or was it a crushing force that could topple mountains and overturn seas? Chen Ang didn't know that the real gale was a kind of power that could destroy everything until the sandstorm appeared in front of him. Any kind of destruction created by human beings would be ashamed of its inferiority.
The tiny grains of sand hit the objects with astonishing kinetic energy. At this moment, anyone would understand why there was only sand and nothing else here.
Because as long as it was exposed to this crazy sandstorm, any object larger than a grain of sand, even if it was a piece of alloy on the deck of a spaceship, would be polished clean bit by bit. This kind of destruction and annihilation of everything was more terrifying than any power that Chen Ang had ever seen.
Watching a titanium alloy dart being ground into a handful of iron powder in a matter of seconds, Chen Ang had the urge to turn around and run away. He suppressed his stirring ability, and with a tap of his toes, his body soared into the air. What was the only way to avoid being hit by passive abilities?
Move with it!
If there were any Tatooine people here and saw the way Chen Ang opened his arms to welcome the storm, they would probably worship him. This was the Black Storm of Tatooine, and it was their blood and tears. There was only one condition for the birth of a Tatooine civilization, and that was no storm. There was only one condition for the Tatooine people to survive, and that was to stay away from the Black Storm.
This created the most ferocious planetary civilization in the Milky Way Republic. It also gave the Tatooine people a fearless, violent, and fearless character. Everyone knew that the Tatooine people were lawless, and even the Republic did not take them seriously. The only thing they feared was this terrible storm.
Those who could conquer the Black Storm would definitely conquer the Tatooine people. Those who could conquer Tatooine would rule the galaxy.
This was an old saying of the Tatooine people, and it was also the epitome of their character. Countless Tatooine people tried to challenge this saying, and they used their lives to prove the dignity of the Black Storm.
Chen Ang was like a leaf, easily swept up by the strong wind, without any resistance. The crazy speed suddenly wrapped Chen Ang and swept across a distance of a few miles. Countless friction, tearing turbulence, and everything that was swept into the storm was torn into pieces. In Chen Ang's eyes, a blue light almost overflowed.
Chen Ang swayed violently and spun with all his might. Countless terrifying gravel bands froze and rubbed against each other, resisting Chen Ang's body. Chen Ang fully mobilized every inch of muscle in his body, every wisp of power, squeezing out the inner force in his Dantian in an attempt to resist this test. He was like the only light in the endless darkness, guarding the ray of light in his heart.
He was extremely awake at this time. Every vector, every inch of change was under his control. He could barely feel the movement of billions of gravel, and feel every change in the wind. Even so, Chen Ang's body was approaching its limit step by step.
At this time, not only was his brain and physical strength exhausted, his will was also being destroyed bit by bit. The test, the intense pain in his head forced him to stay focused. He could not relax, or he would die. Sometimes, Chen Ang really felt that death was better than living. In fact, if he just relaxed, everything would be over.
Or he could let go of the string that controlled his ability, and let the power take him out of this world.
Everything would be over.
But Chen Ang did not give up. He gritted his teeth, squeezing out every bit of his potential to adapt to this state. Silently, his limit was approaching. One minute, two minutes, Chen Ang's own calculation of the limit time had passed, but he still maintained the last ray of clarity, controlling his body.
In a daze, Chen Ang smelled death approaching, wearing down his will bit by bit. As long as he fainted, fainted, it would be fine. The ability would take him away, and there would be a safe place for him to rest. This kind of thought nibbled away at Chen Ang's will, and a little light appeared in the yellow sand.
Could it be that I really can't take it anymore? With the development of my brain, even hallucinations appeared.
Chen Ang felt his body become light, and from a height of hundreds of meters, he was thrown to the ground. He could vaguely hear noises coming from the outside world. A bunch of people were shouting in a language that he did not understand.
Chen Ang instinctively analyzed this language, and he found that he had undergone an amazing change. Not only could he remember the pronunciation, tone, tone, and volume of the language, but he could even vaguely sense the emotions and thoughts in the hearts of the people who were speaking. It seemed that the emotional side of wisdom had opened its arms to him.
In this situation, Chen Ang only used a few breaths of time to learn the languages that everyone used the most. He even understood the meaning behind their words and instinctively absorbed the information in their noisy conversations.
"Black Sandstorm, Ore Gold, Fragmented Gold Sand." These were the words that appeared the most. People greedily and eagerly talked about the latter two, and they felt a deep fear towards the first one.
"There is someone here. Is he a wanderer?" A young voice whispered. "Wake up, wake up, mister!"
"Ouch!" Chen Ang felt a thin and small body carrying him with great difficulty, but he didn't even have the motivation to open his eyes. Unless someone wanted to kill him, he could instinctively escape or fight back. But towards this child who had no ill intentions, he was powerless.
Gradually, this wisp of consciousness blurred, and his subconscious took over his body.
After falling into a deep sleep, Chen Ang finally opened his eyes. Above his head was a ceiling that he absolutely did not recognize. No, it should be a rotten shed. Chen Ang controlled his fingers and nimbly moved them. Then, he moved his arms, thighs, and then his body. Finally, his entire body was able to stand up freely. It was impossible to tell that he was a dead dog from before.
After Chen Ang woke up, he felt that something was wrong. It was as if there were countless thin lines of light hanging down from the sky. He pulled one of them and felt an unfamiliar message. It seemed to be the morning news. He pulled another one, and it was a short message. These thousands of lines seemed to be something that ordinary people could not see.
There were electromagnetic waves, disturbed quantum information, invisible light, and even radiation.
Chen Ang sensed these messages that he had never seen before. He saw a life wave from afar, approaching him.
"You're awake!" An eight or nine-year-old boy looked at him happily. He bent over and put down a worn-out part. He reached out and took a cup for Chen Ang. Chen Ang smiled and took the cup, thanking the boy.
"You don't have to thank me. Helping each other is something that should be done in the galaxy!" The boy said proudly, his eyes filled with joy.
Chen Ang could feel the boy's purity and joy. He smiled and said, "But to be able to do something that should be done, you're also very amazing!" It seemed like no one had ever praised him like this before. The boy transmitted an unusually excited emotion. He said to Chen Ang, "You must be hungry! I'll bring you to eat something. It's a pity that I'm too poor, and I don't have anything good … "
The boy was excited. He rummaged through the box and found some money. The precious money was placed at the bottom of the box. It was wrapped up in a handkerchief. Chen Ang saw it and had to stop him.
He picked up the part that the boy had just put down. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw a scene that matched the description. The part was made from a raw alloy. It was smelted, forged, and shaped. It was then worn out during the movement of the spaceship. Finally, the precision was wrong, and it lost its function. Chen Ang quickly compared and absorbed the information.
His right hand lightly tapped on the part a few times. The worn-out part suddenly let out a buzzing sound and started to operate. The boy watched this process without blinking and looked at Chen Ang with surprise.
"Look! We have enough money for a big meal! "Chen Ang raised the parts and said to him with a smile.
"Really!" The boy looked at the part in shock. He turned around and asked Chen Ang, "Are you a mechanic?"
Mechanic. Chen Ang searched for this term in the nearby information. It turned out to be a technician who was proficient in maintenance and machinery. Thinking about his doctorate in engineering, Chen Ang nodded.
Actually, who the hell knew what Earth engineers were here? Did they know how to repair spaceships?
But the boy was not suspicious at all. Or rather, the part in his hand said it all. He led Chen Ang out the door and muttered, "Sell it to my master, Voltu, and we'll have money for a big meal!"
"Master!" It seemed like this was not a good place. Chen Ang looked at the excited boy and decided that this word would never come out of his mouth again. "What's your name?"
"Anakin!"
"Surname?"
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