In Song Xiaoye's view, instead of wasting his strength on meaningless battles, it is better to find another way and find another source of food. You should know that without excess food for consumption, the accumulation of physical strength becomes a big problem. If the next day's training cannot defeat the opponent, then what you lost will probably be as simple as a piece of animal meat.

Deep in the woods, in front of a conical mound about half a meter high, Kamon stopped. He picked up a thick hug of withered and slightly wet hay from the nearby grass, and brought it to the bottom of the mound. He took out a flint from his arms and rubbed it several times. Suddenly, a flame that was not burning vigorously, but with thick smoke began to roll along the branches and leaves of the grass stems.

The place where the hay piles were placed happened to be directly under the mound. The choking smoke poured into the low mound along the wind direction. In an instant, countless yellow bumblebees the size of a thumb suddenly flew out from several exposed mud holes on the top of the mound. They circled angrily outside their nests. Although the highly poisonous stings could penetrate the thick skin of the earth's brown bear, they drove away the invisible black smoke that was spreading in the air. After a few minutes, the residents in the mound had completely disappeared. Only a brown-yellow cone-shaped mound was left, standing silently between the ashes of the remaining fire.

Song Xiaoye quickly stepped forward and carefully pried open the thick mud layer with a thick wooden stick. The mound was filled with a hexagonal hive. What was soaked in it was honey emitting an attractive sweet fragrance, and the crystal clear and plump larvae as white jade.

The bread was dipped in honey, and then the bee pupa was buried in the ashes of the fire and cooked. Although there was only half a piece of black bread in his hand, Song Xiaoye still had a round belly and burping it.

Everyone in the training camp knew that there was a nest of bumblebees here. But no one had ever gotten close. It was not that they didn't like the sweet honey, but that the demons of the entire empire didn't know how to get honey. Even the coarse and hard candy pieces that were regarded as treasures by the nobles and bought from the human caravan at extremely high prices could only be carefully taken out from their respective treasure houses during major festivals or celebrations, and tasted a little with their families like a show.

Humans and demons are born enemies. No one knows why there is such deep-rooted hatred between the two tribes? The hatred of the heart. People only know that there is almost no difference in physical appearance, whether it is a demon or human. The only difference is that there is a circle of natural wheel-shaped marks on the forehead of humans. However, the demons' hair is smooth under the sea.

The human empire with developed industrial and agricultural industries imposed a maximum blockade on the demon race. In the words of the human pope, "The demon race has been stupid barbarians since ancient times. Let them live in a state of ignorance forever! Only in this way can we bring greater benefits to the empire."

Song Xiaoye is also a demon. Of course, he doesn't know the true source of honey. However, since he picked up the strange machine in the wild, everything has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It was a rectangular metal box. The box body was smooth as a mirror, emitting a faint dark blue. Kamon had never seen anything so exquisite. This was simply an artifact that the greatest forging masters in the demons could not create. Just as he was curiously lifting the lid to see what it was. From the small box that had just opened, a thin red light suddenly shot out, covering his eyebrows without bias.

In an instant, Song Xiaoye felt that countless things were infused with his mind. They were magical things that he had never thought of, and even the wisest elders in the demon race could not explore. In human words, their total sum is called "knowledge".

From these unexpected knowledge, Song Xiaoye learned that the iron box comes from a highly civilized planet. Its real name is called the "information detector". The red light that shot out directly from the box is a light guide transmission system used as information transmission. The moment the iron box opened, everything about alien civilizations recorded in the instrument was firmly stored in its brain and could no longer be erased.

The universe, planets, space... All of this is too far away for Song Xiaoye. The distance is not to be imagined at all. Between the most basic survival and the illusory exploration of the mystery, there is nothing more realistic than filling the hungry heart.

However, he felt that these things that should have been strangers were so familiar.

Hell, why do I remember that I am a woman?

Have straight breasts.

Have long thighs.

There is also a part of the body that can be mate for men, not standing up high, but rather being in shame and humble. This is really terrible.

Song Xiaoye learned for the first time that protein and energy are the most basic parts of maintaining human life. He also discovered for the first time that the food that can be eaten in this world is so rich. In addition to the precious bread that must be obtained by relying on desperate fighting, the fat white worm pupae, crystal ants eggs, and even the earthworms rolling back and forth in the soil have survival elements that are no less than bread, and are even far more abundant than bread.

With a skeptical mood, he overcame his great disgust and forced himself to swallow a few roasted worm pupa for the first time. He was suddenly surprised to find that these white, fat and rolling insects were not as unpalatable as they thought. The taste was quite good. More importantly, they could all be converted into the energy most needed in his body.

By the clear water pool, Song Xiaoye took off his old ragged leather robe and carefully cleaned all the traces related to honey in the ice pool. He didn't want others to discover his secrets, and he didn't want everything that should belong to him to be forced to share by others.

The effect of having a full meal in private for several weeks was very significant. Song Xiaoye's face could no longer see the paleness caused by hunger. The high-rise muscle mass between his legs and arms was also covered with bronze skin, highlighting the ups and downs of strength. With one punch, the strong force can always bring out a wave of low roars that cut through the air. Just judging from the physical strength alone, it has completely met the standards of a demon warrior.

Pectoral muscles... Why do I suddenly think of women's breasts, and lesions?

For a considerable period of time in the competition with Mos, Song Xiaoye was actually deliberately showing weakness. If he hadn't wanted to cover up the amazing changes in his body, he would have smashed his opponent with one punch. After all, among a group of demons who were in a semi-starved state at any time and were always fighting for a little pitiful bread crumb, a red face suddenly appeared with a healthy person with enough nutrition. The jealousy, anger, and even madness caused by this was enough to make him squeezed so that he was not even left with a scum.

All towns in the Demon Empire have a similar warrior training camp. The selected people are all local teenagers of appropriate age. The Demons have few populations and poor resources. Therefore, they can only maintain a relatively balanced combat power with humans under the premise of this national quasi-militarization system.

However, this is a terrible system that is extremely cruel and has to continue.

Song Xiaoye had never seen his parents. Like all the orphans in the village, he was raised by several veterans. It is said that his father unfortunately died in a war with humans. Shortly after giving birth to himself, his mother died of weak physically due to excessive bleeding. Like all the demons, her body became food for the whole village. The demons have never had the custom of burying the dead since ancient times. The lack of food caused by backward farming technology forced the demons to try every means to collect food that can be eaten. Not to mention the dead who died accidentally, as usual, after the demons reach a certain age, they no longer distributed any rations. Instead, they let them starve to death and then eat the bodies by the whole village.

Every winter, the demons launch a war with humans. The biggest harvest from it is not the various plundered property. But the people transported back from the front line and the corpses of the demons. For the hungry and without more food sources, this is the only hope to keep them through the cold winter until the spring of the following year.

The Demon Empire also tried every means to change this embarrassing dilemma. The Demon Emperor had contacted humans many times, hoping to completely quell the war between the two tribes by purchasing food with a large amount of money. However, the human empire with abundant resources ignored it at all. They just strengthened the city walls on the border passes again and again, and built fortresses that were difficult to conquer. They even shouted bluntly: "It is to starve these barbaric demons to death and trap them."

There is actually not much difference in appearance between humans and demons. Some are just different titles on the same ethnic group.

The purpose of the establishment of the youth training camp is to select enough soldiers for the demon army. A formal demon soldier can get enough rations. In this regard, it is enough to make the demon civilians envious. However, it is not that simple to stand out from training and leap from civilians to qualified warriors.

For six days, Song Xiaoye lost to Mos in the competition. Whenever he looked at the boy who was taller than him, with a faint color and fatigue in his face, sitting there happily swallowing the hard-earned black bread, a faint, inexplicable pleasure always arises in his heart.

Moss is actually a very good person. When he first arrived at the training camp, he secretly gave the food he got back to the children who failed in the fight several times. However, he was discovered by the instructor and never did this again after being whipped several times.

Training camp is a cruel knockout match. In the words of the instructor, it is: "Use combat methods to seize more food from the enemy and make yourself stronger. If you fail, then you can only become the food in the mouth of others and use your own body to create better and stronger warriors."

This is not a threatening false statement, but a real reality.

During dinner, all the teenagers in the training camp, in addition to their daily black bread, were also given a bowl of broth with thick shiny oil.

There was no cheer or excitement. On the contrary, facing the rare meat in front of you, everyone chose to remain silent without exception. Because they knew that the pieces of meat served in the soup bowl belonged to their companions.

According to the training camp regulations: the instructor will rank all the teenagers in the camp according to the total number of combat results of each person that month. The person who fails the most will be judged as the target of revocation. His ending is that after being killed, he will be boiled into broth for all trainees to eat.

This is a cruel regulation. It is also the tradition that the demon empire has lasted for thousands of years. Every city's training camp will follow this rule. Under the stimulation of the survival crisis at all times, batches of powerful demon warriors have emerged in the training camp of the youth. They will use their lives to fight against mankind, break through the solid walls in the madness of bravery, and bring back the necessary food that can reproduce the next generation to the people of the huge empire.

Looking at the broth that kept shaking in the wooden bowl, Song Xiaoye felt his hands trembling slightly. Civilization from alien stars and everything he heard and witnessed since childhood, two completely different concepts of thinking were entangled and hitting deep in his brain.

Eat people is undoubtedly a barbaric act.

But what if you don’t eat it?

Could it be that the demons could only starve to death? The warriors guarding the border could only become weaker and weaker. In the end, the powerful human army was allowed to completely crush the entire empire.

Weird thinking arose again. Song Xiaoye vaguely felt that he seemed to have eaten people before, and there were more than one.

No, I don't want to eat people.

But, I don't want to die like that.

I want to change, completely change all this!

The next day, when Song Xiaoye stood on the training ground again, Mos suddenly realized that the young man who had lost to him for six consecutive games in the week actually emitted a daunting terrifying aura.

His appearance did not change at all, and he still looked thin. His skin, which was darkened by the sun, was exposed from the old leather robe full of holes, showing a bit unruly and roughness. His pair of eyes, which were deeply trapped under the eyebrows and extremely deep, also emitted a kind of cunning and weirdness that was incomprehensible.

Moss didn't like this feeling. Especially an opponent who had been defeated by him continuously. At that moment, with his brow raised high, he shouted suddenly, used all his strength to raise the wooden sword in his hand high. Like a frightened bull, he slashed hard at the opponent in front of him with an irresistible pressure.

This is Moss's proud skill. It is also the most frequently used action by instructors in the training camp. The demon warriors worship power. Under the absolute power, even the hardest rocks can be easily crushed into scattered powder.

What surprised him was that Song Xiaoye did not hold his head in his hands to defend against his attack like he did a few days ago. Instead, he leaned his body slightly forward and headed towards the direction he was rushing forward.

"Damn, is this guy stupid? Didn't he know that he would have to face the head when he was not strong enough, and he could only be seriously injured?"

Mos was unwilling to hurt his companion. Just when he was slightly retracting and trying to reduce the cushioning force, he was surprised to find that Song Xiaoye had already rushed to the front. However, he did not attack him head-on as expected. Instead, he suddenly fell to the ground. The moment he subconsciously looked down, he felt that there was a sudden bond under his feet. Then, the body that had lost balance flew forward and fell to the ground under the push of huge inertia. When he woke up, the wooden sword in the other party's hand was already tightly pressed against his neck.

"stop!"

The instructor standing next to him shouted and walked over quickly. The surprise and confusion on his face were no less than Mos lying on the ground. He could see the movements of both of them clearly. If it were only based on the strength zone, Song Xiaoye was obviously not Mos's opponent. However, when Kamon approached his opponent, he suddenly leaned down and stretched his legs and brushed Mos over. Then he swung his sword as fast as possible and stabbed the opponent's vital points.

this……

The instructor simply didn't know what to say. He was also considered an old warrior. However, all the humans or demons he saw were good at winning by their strength. It would be like this now, and it felt like...opportunity.

Having said that, the result of the battle was very obvious. If this was a real fight, then the sharp sword in Song Xiaoye's hand had already pierced Mos' throat.

Looking at the complicated expression on the instructor's face, Song Xiaoye only had a faint smile on his lips. He had already expected such a result to appear. This move is a special combat skill called "martial arts" in the alien civilization. Although what he learned was only some of the simple movements, it was enough to use them in actual combat.

I seem to be familiar with it, but I just can't remember where I used it.

He doesn't want to show his strength, nor does he want to continue losing in daily competitions. The only way is to use martial arts skills to win.

"What's going on? Why don't you train?"

With a majestic shout, a middle-aged man in leather armor, strong and burly, with the sign of the training camp executive on his chest walked into the field. Seeing this, all the young men in the field bowed one after another. The instructor standing beside him quickly met and said repeatedly: "Mr. Hurken, you are here just in time. I really feel embarrassed about how to judge the battle I just completed."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Hurken, who was bearded, raised his eyebrows: "Tell me what happened."

The instructor's description is very accurate. Although there are some words that focus on Moss' power, it is fair in terms of the overall combat process. However, after hearing all this, the executive Hucken's eyes that had been staring at Song Xiaoye, which had been looking back and forth, had something else.

"You two fight one more time. This time, I'll be the referee."

Hucken's words had a completely different reaction in the hearts of a group of young men watching the game. They also witnessed the showdown just now. Everyone was surprised by Mos' defeat. At the same time, those young men who had been malnourished for a long time and were less powerful than their opponents also became interested in this strange fighting technique. Some of them were already subconsciously gesticulating Song Xiaoye's movements, and their faces were even more thoughtful and focused.
Chapter completed!