Ten Thousand People in Captivity? I Create the Universe in the Palm of My Hand

When he woke up, Lu Heng became the meanest human miner in the Wasteland Star Territory. Above the head are the gods of all races, and around them are the precarious human race compatriots. A hellish start? Panic! Lu Heng looked at the "miniature mechanical universe" in the palm of his right hand, and the corners of his mouth rose crazily. "Ding! Input one ton of waste mine and produce [T-1 type exoskeleton armor]!" "Ding! Insert a giant dragon corpse and produce [Biological Engine·Fusion Reactor]!" The alien supervisor was still beating the humans with whips, but Lu Heng had quietly replaced his compatriots with mechanical prostheses; The genius of all races is still practicing flying swords hard, Lu Heng has already pointed out the "plasma lightsaber" and "space-based kinetic energy weapon". Until one day, the alien army invaded the territory and prepared to massacre the wasteland. Under the wasteland, a "mechanical heaven" made of billions of tons of steel rose from the ground! Millions of heavily armored mechas soared into the sky, and a hundred thousand Star Destroyers gathered their cannons. The alien god king was so frightened that he peed on the spot: "We agreed to survive in the wasteland, but you're going to get a fucking mechanical ascension?!"