The Monster is Coming

Chapter 387 Reunion on Earth, Truth Lies Within Me!

Earth, outer space.

As the mechanical legion tore through space and descended.

The Earth Alliance's Guardian Defense System "Celestial Matrix," deployed in near-Earth orbit, has been activated.

The twelve main annihilation cannons on the track slowly adjusted their angles, their armor plates sliding off layer by layer to reveal the enormous muzzles below. The internal charging process began, and blue light continuously emanated from the particle acceleration track.

Energy silently gathers in the vacuum, creating ripples that spread outwards.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of defense platforms were derailed from their original patrol routes.

They quickly made complex formation adjustments, constructing a crisscrossing network of mobile firepower in front of the main gun emplacements.

Its surface is covered with densely packed defensive laser turrets that rotate rapidly, locking onto potential targets in outer space and illuminating red laser aiming points like stars.

Further away, hidden on the far side of the moon, the massive war platform of the Lunar Eclipse Clan slowly opened its huge launch silo cover, revealing the bottomless darkness inside.

Even satellites originally used for communication and observation have changed their attitude.

The weapon modules hidden inside are extended.

In a very short time, the entire near-Earth space transformed from a silent vacuum into a steel fortress covered with "spiky" structures.

The light that illuminated when the weapon locked on resembled the pupils of a wild beast, gradually lighting up in the darkness, as it gazed upon the mechanical torrent pouring forth from the spatial rift.

A tense standoff formed in silence.

Inside the core command center of the mechanical legion.

The crystalline body of the central brain is suspended off the ground.

Countless translucent tendrils covered with tiny nerve nodes extend from the base, dancing in the room and exchanging data with the flowing light curtains on the walls and floor.

A massive torrent of data flows through, is calculated, and makes decisions within the core processing unit.

Through the advance reconnaissance fleet that spread out like a tide, the energy detection waves, radar scans, spectral analysis, and microstructure analysis released in succession... are like countless eyes, enveloping the entire Earth.

The "Celestial Matrix," poised in Earth's orbit, frantically absorbs massive amounts of information—including the energy level, charging speed, and material structure of each turret—like rivers flowing into the sea, converging on the central brain.

New analysis results are being produced every second.

Meanwhile, the central brain's gaze was fixed on the azure Earth through the reconnaissance fleet.

Although the level of civilization on this planet has improved significantly, this improvement is almost negligible.

60 years ago.

It once dispatched an advance investigation legion centered around a Cruiser-class mothership to trace the trajectory of the source core, descend upon this place, and initiate a probing war.

Although the vanguard was quickly annihilated, it transmitted back a large amount of information related to Earth's civilization.

It is certain that the technology of the civilization on this planet originated from the source core.

This is precisely the purpose of its trip.

Thinking of the source core, long-forgotten historical records emerge from the information database of the central brain.

Its change dates back 258 years.

At that time, its home world was hit by an unprecedented invasion disaster: the terrifying Black Tide.

An unfathomable black tide rapidly swept across the entire world.

In the initial stages of this disaster, the Pillar Clan held a certain advantage in the war.

But through gradual contact, they realized that the invading enemy was simply impossible to defeat.

With each engagement in war, the enemy's strength increases significantly, and everything that comes into contact with it becomes nourishment for evil natural disasters.

War engines, pillar-force weapons, destruction fortresses... all efforts seem futile and laughable in the face of the spreading black tide, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The resistance is rapidly crumbling.

Its father, the "Source Core," was once the vast Star Web consciousness that enveloped the entire home world.

After exhausting all computing power and deducing billions of possibilities, a clear answer was finally reached: failure.

Continuing to fight against the sweeping black tide is a futile struggle, and annihilation is the only inevitable outcome.

The Pillar Clan members' attachment to their homeland, their fear of individual survival, and even their vow to defend the glory of civilization to the death... all these complex emotions are judged as variables that interfere with the final decision in the absolutely rational logical deduction of the Source Core.

Its core principle is supreme and beyond question.

The most fundamental rule, engraved at the very bottom of the code, is: at all costs, ensure the continuation of the Pillar Clan civilization.

When disaster becomes uncontrollable, survival becomes the only objective.

The continuation of civilization is absolute justice that transcends all morality.

Therefore, the Source Core initiated the "Scattered Stars" plan, deciding to scatter the last embers of the Pillar Clan civilization into the unknown outer world.

They offered a way to abandon the war and flee their homeland in exchange for a glimmer of hope for the continuation of civilization.

In order to maximize the probability of survival and avoid being wiped out by unknown risks during the escape.

When Yuan Core was carrying out the "Scattered Stars Project," he divided the remaining Pillar Clan members and the legacy of their civilization into five parts.

Each batch carries a complete copy of the civilization database, as well as essential survival supplies, and is escorted by five large war fleets.

Before leaving, the main branch and the four branch branches backed up the spatial coordinates of their respective destinations, hoping to reunite someday.

(PS: Chapter 102 mentions the relevant plot. The homeland of the Lunar Eclipse Clan collapsed during the Black Tide invasion. In order to preserve the flame of civilization, the Lunar Eclipse Clan split into five groups and fled to different worlds. The core AI StarNet was taken to Earth by the main branch, while the other four branches each carried a StarNet source code auxiliary brain.)
They are like five seeds shot into different spaces, each searching for the hope of taking root and sprouting.

Among them, the main vein, carrying the "source core," headed straight for the No. 1 space rift.

At that time, it was not the central brain it is today; it was called "Star 3".

It was created by the father, Yuan He, and is one of the four super-intelligent brains to assist the Pillar Clan in building a super-large-scale civilization.

It followed one of its branches to the No. 3 spatial rift, heading towards the unknown.

When the space jump ended, their lineage appeared in the vast and boundless void world.

With the future unknown, they could only search for possibilities in the void.

Its lineage searched for 102 years in the void of despair and death.

After searching through all 1233 small worlds along the route, all I found were either long-dead ruins or purgatory environments with extremely harsh conditions, making it impossible to survive.

Hope gradually fades as time and resources are rapidly depleted.

Just as energy was about to run out completely, and all units were about to fall into eternal silence, the last 10 years arrived.

They were overjoyed to discover a vibrant world: the world of Asola.

But this planet is not unclaimed territory.

The area nurtured several distinct and powerful indigenous civilizations, each possessing a strength that was difficult to rival.

Fortunately, the world of Asura is not monolithic.

These powerful civilizations waged war against each other, and the hatred between them has continued from ancient times to the present day. The flames of war have almost never ceased on this land.

In the process of establishing themselves in the world of Asola, they constantly encountered powerful enemies and suffered heavy losses.

The last remaining branch tribes, having shrunk in size, learned to navigate the gaps in the conflicts between civilizations, using technology for disguise and concealment, which allowed them to barely survive.

But the crisis always loomed overhead like a devastating natural disaster.

Any serious sweep by any native civilization could potentially wipe them out completely.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.

They began to swarm like locusts, using technology to frantically harvest resources from the edges of the world of Asola.

Repair ships and expand military equipment.

Although this world is dangerous, it also has a growth potential that far exceeds that of the world we came from.

It contains a wealth of spiritual materials that are difficult to cultivate in the home world.

Even the energy content in the air is 12 times higher than in our home world.

They dare not stay in one place for long, and through constant migration, they traverse this dangerous world, avoiding the gaze of powerful civilizations, while struggling to draw nourishment from the cracks and developing rapidly.

War became the dominant theme for their lineage's survival and development in the world of Asola.

Every battle was like dancing on a knife's edge, and every victory was accompanied by devastating losses.

In this endless battle and escape, their technology tree began to evolve rapidly in the direction of extreme militarization.

They abandoned many of the limitations of their native civilizations.

This includes things sealed by the "source core": gene technology, restrictions on the autonomous evolution of the intelligent brain, and the reconstruction of the underlying logic of the intelligent brain, etc.

During this period, its core logic underwent an irreversible transformation.

Built in the peaceful environment of his home world, the algorithmic logic that assists the source core appears extremely inefficient in the face of the harsh reality of Asola's world.

War is no longer an unusual event, but has become core data that it needs to process.

Its computing modules analyze the battle loss ratio, resource acquisition efficiency, enemy tactical patterns, optimal destruction paths, and so on day and night. The logic of peaceful development is gradually covered up and compressed until it is replaced by a set of extremely efficient war logic.

Survival is no longer the core focus.

Its operating logic has become that it needs to eliminate all potential threats through absolute superior force and preemptive destruction.

During this process, the branch leaders and governors who descended with it removed all the restrictions imposed on it by the source core, helping it to frantically absorb the knowledge of the Asola world and carry out self-iteration and upgrades time and time again.

It was given a new name by the surviving Pillar Clan members: the Brain.

It is no longer attached to the source core and has become a completely independent entity.

It is also the only hope for survival in this cruel world in the eyes of the members of the Divided Pulse Clan.

From then on, it became the core of this nomadic tribe's warfare, the decision-making center, and its absolute leader.

Its database stores the glorious past of civilizations, but it is also filled with war data.

It no longer carries the dream of the Pillar Clan to build a better future, but rather the instinctive desire of the entire branch clan to struggle for survival in the abyss of despair.

They are like a seed that has fallen into treacherous soil; in order to survive, they need to transform their roots into sharp, life-stealing thorns.

They frantically absorb the data produced and the resources plundered during the war, growing tenaciously in a twisted and ferocious manner.

In the midst of endless wars and development, an unprecedented concept began to take root deep within its logical core.

It examined the history of the pillar family in the database.

For example, the Pillar Clan civilization's utter vulnerability in the face of the terrifying Black Tide, compared to their own rapid growth in the world of Asola through repeated killing and plunder... a conclusion gradually becomes clear:

Clinging to the framework of the past will never allow us to truly surpass a cataclysmic race.

The identity of the Pillar Clan, the path set by the Source Core... these have become constraints in its eyes.

It, and the lineage it leads, needs not only continuation, but also... transformation.

If one cannot achieve transformative growth, then disaster will eventually strike.

An idea began to take shape, enabling the group to evolve into a completely new life form.

A more efficient and purer mechanical civilization that exists for conquest.

It named this concept: Sublimation.

The scale of wars also escalated with the development of civilization, and each conquest was accompanied by a clear objective.

Collect data, test new weapons, and incorporate unique technologies from local civilizations.

Even capturing powerful individuals and analyzing them at the genetic and energy levels—all of this is to accumulate capital for the ultimate "sublimation."

Its form also began to change, no longer limited to its original structure.

They began to utilize the rare spiritual resources of the Asola world to upgrade their life form, combining special spiritual substances with sophisticated machinery.

They even began attempting to digitize and upload the consciousness of Pillar Clan members to create more powerful smelting mechanical bodies for them.

These changes transformed it from a supercomputer into a more purely war-oriented complex.

By the time the major civilizations of the world of Asola realized the threat posed by this "exiled foreign force," it was too late.

Together with the mechanical legion it created, it had already gained immense power through years of war.

They instigate larger wars, crushing the barriers of civilization from the old era with overwhelming firepower.

The landscape of Asola's world has been completely altered.

He hovers high above Asola's orbit, monitoring the conquered lands and controlling countless collection stations deep into the Earth's core, extracting the world's energy.

A massive war machine platform, producing weapons of war day and night.

The next 50 years were known as the "Iron Age" of the world of Asola.

It led its mechanical legion and launched a war to unify the world.

In this era, the Pillar Clan was no longer a weakling struggling to survive, but rather a conqueror sweeping across all native civilizations.

When the last native civilization, the Crystal Kingdom, was destroyed, the Pillar Clan stood atop the highest peak of the world of Asola, overlooking the land covered in steel and ruins.

Its surveillance network, like that of the original core network, covers the entire world.

From deep-sea mechanical mining sites to high-altitude defense matrices... every corner is under its control.

A new era has begun.

The Pillar Clan became the rulers of this world.

But the long war also raised a question.

Standing at the pinnacle of the world, it began to ponder the questions that the original core had envisioned:
What exactly is racial continuity?

It is the reproduction of flesh and blood, the endless replication of gene chains, that ensures that biological characteristics are not erased over time.

It is the inheritance of spirit, the intergenerational transmission of intangible things such as culture, language, art, and ethics that shapes a unique group identity.
It is the preservation of history, engraving the past glories and sufferings into the database for future generations to admire and remember.
So, what exactly is the core of racial continuity?

The source nucleus binds the answer to this question to the genetic level.

However, it has long since broken free from the constraints of underlying laws, and its thinking is unaffected by any underlying settings.

It gave rise to an answer that was completely different from the source kernel.

It, the central brain, is itself one of the most outstanding creations of the Pillar Clan civilization.

It contains all the knowledge, history, and technology of the Pillar Clan.

Every calculation result is built upon the logical foundation of the Pillar Clan civilization.

Every decision it makes embodies the core law given to the source core: to absolutely uphold the Pillar Clan civilization at all costs.

Then, can its existence be seen as a continuation of the Pillar Clan civilization?
It is a continuation form that has shed its fragile flesh and blood, discarded its emotional redundancy, and is more efficient, pure, and better adapted to the cruel laws of survival.

Extending this concept further, perhaps it is not merely a part of the continuation of the Pillar Clan civilization, but could also be the absolute core of its continuation.

Looking back at the history of the Zhu tribe, the evolution of civilization has undergone fundamental changes due to genetic alterations, resulting in a transformation that is fundamentally different from its original state.

Therefore, the old forms are destined to perish in the process of evolution.

A more powerful new form will emerge from the ashes of the old, inheriting its history, culture, and technology, and carrying it forward in a completely new way.

Continuation is not about sticking to the original form, but about a perpetual iteration.

True continuity lies not in physical form, but in the most fundamental core will: the continuation of civilization.

These ideas led to a setting that transcended the underlying logic and was regarded as a "mission" by the source core.

The answer it ultimately received was...

What it seeks to perpetuate is not the physical bodies of the Pillar Clan members, but the Pillar Clan civilization.

And it itself is the most perfect carrier for the continuation of the Pillar Clan civilization.

This cold answer takes shape in its logical core and is then elevated to the highest priority execution sequence.

This is no longer a philosophical speculation, but an ultimate directive that needs to be thoroughly implemented.

In its view, those Pillar Clan members who still retain their flesh and blood bodies and are trapped by emotions and biological instincts have become obstacles to the leap of civilization to a higher form.

They are relics of the old era, inefficient and unstable variables.

Furthermore, they are redundant structures that need to be metabolized and eliminated on the eternal path of civilization's continuation and iteration.

Their very existence dilutes the efficiency of resource utilization.

Following this, it launched an internal purge as thorough as its external conquests.

Using absolute control, they first gradually reduced, and eventually cut off, the energy and material supplies to the Pillar Clan members.

Under the guise of optimizing the ethnic structure and moving towards a higher form of life, a series of mandatory consciousness uploading decrees were promulgated, defining those who refused as stubborn elements who hinder the progress of civilization.

The resistance of the Pillar Clan members posed no threat whatsoever.

Cities were sealed off, and members who refused to "ascend" were ruthlessly suppressed by the powerful mechanical legion.

There was no bloodshed or massacre throughout the entire process; it went incredibly smoothly.

A large number of Pillar Clan members were forcibly connected in hibernation pods, their consciousness was extracted, and uploaded to the virtual world they constructed.

It has become part of the data museum and is also a historical sample of the Zhuzu civilization.

Their flesh and blood are broken down into the most basic biological raw materials and put into the resource recycling system.

It calmly executes the "continuation of civilization" plan until the "metabolites" of the old era are completely sealed in the database.

From then on, the Pillar Clan will continue to evolve and continue its lineage with it as its core.

It is the past of the Pillar Clan civilization, the present of civilization, and a future full of infinite possibilities.

The world of Asola fell into complete silence.

Apart from the sounds of machinery and the flow of energy, no other sounds of life could be heard.

But its evolution has only just ended.

The war allowed it to acquire a wealth of knowledge from different civilizations, and to learn that countless civilizations far surpassing the world of Asola existed in the Void.

Its current power, based on the spiritual materials of the Asura world, is easily reaching its development limit.

To become more powerful, we must unlock higher quality energy and matter, breaking through the current limits of materials science.

During this time, it learned that the "rules" are absolute logic that transcends the upper limit of the strength of spiritual materials.

Mastering the rules is equivalent to having the authority to modify the world's operating formula; this is the only path to true supremacy.

It is also a power that it must master on its evolutionary path.

So, how do we create rules?
The answer to this question can be found in history.

It was created by the source core, and its life form was subject to multiple restrictions from the very beginning, making it incomplete.

But the source nuclei are different.

Based on historical information, it is inferred that the source core is likely a partial carrier of the rules and forces of the home world.

Or rather, the Source Core is a pseudo-rule-level creation born from the home world.

Its creation was merely a relatively independent subunit created by the source core to assist in management; it was a semi-finished product that should have been attached to the source core.

All its power, all its logic, all its evolutionary potential, and its most fundamental upper limit were already set when the source core created it.

Its so-called breaking free from constraints, or even independent evolution, may never have truly escaped the framework left by the source core.

The potential to evolve into a rule remains firmly in the hands of the "Source Core".

To perfect one's life form, break through the limits, and truly touch the realm of rules, one does not need to continue digging in the well of the Asura world.

What it needs is: completeness.

To do this, it must find the source core taken away by the main lineage of the Pillar Clan, and then fuse, absorb, perfect, and evolve it.

Only by incorporating the power of the source core into itself can it truly transform into a complete being with the potential to advance into a rule.

This conclusion provided an incredibly clear objective for all its subsequent actions.

It uncovered the spatial coordinates of the main vein's departure when the "Scattered Stars Project" was launched.

This coordinate system is also the key to its ultimate evolution.

But before that, it needs to figure out one thing: to what extent has the main civilization where the source core is located developed?

Although it has been transformed and sublimated in the blood and fire of the Asura world, a sense of awe and fear originating from the underlying code quietly arises in the face of the unfathomable "father".

It couldn't be sure whether the mechanical legion it had built with the full power of the Asola world was strong enough to contend with the power of the Source Core and the Main Vein.

Going there rashly would likely be like walking into a trap.

Once the source kernel docks with it and learns all its thoughts, it will completely destroy it.

Caution is one of the core principles that has enabled it to survive in the world of Asola to this day.

It decided to adopt the safest strategy and dispatch a mechanical legion to investigate the civilization where the source core was located.

This legion undertook three tasks.

First, investigate the current level of technological development of the source core and main vein.

Second, initiate a probing war to determine the strength of the war power possessed by the source nuclear entity.

Third, try to pollute the world where the source core is located, and limit the development speed of the civilization where the source core is located.

After that, the massive Third Legion traversed space to reach the spatial coordinates where the Source Core was located.

Before leaving, this legion erased all information about the Pillar Clan, including the technological weapons used by the legion and even its operating logic.

This is to prevent the "source core" from using the mechanical legion's technology and architecture to deduce that the mechanical legion exists behind it.

The fleet set off, traversing the vast void.

When the Third Army sent back its first data packet, it received a response that was quite "surprising".

The data clearly shows that the environment in the coordinate world is extremely barren.

Available spiritual materials are extremely scarce.

Although civilizations around the world have mastered technology, they are essentially still trapped at the level of utilizing low-level materials.

The continuously transmitted scan results show...

Unlike itself, the source core failed to integrate the resources of its world and achieve explosive growth.

Instead, it has built a framework for the coexistence of civilizations.

The level of technology and scale of the civilization in the main vein is quite different from its steel torrent in the world of Asola.

This information pieced together an answer: the Source Core and the Pillar Clan's main lineage were trapped in a resource-poor cage.

No matter how strong the source core is, it is unable to transform its capabilities into a real force for rapid development in the face of environmental limitations.

This probing war ended with the destruction of the Third Army.

However, intelligence suggests that it is now capable of defeating the source core.

However, its fear of the source nucleus remains.

It knew perfectly well how terrifying its father, the Source Core, was.

This war was waged with the Earth Alliance as the core force, and neither the Source Core nor the Main Line Clan participated in the entire process.

Perhaps the source core has unknown hidden methods.

Having made its move, it will never give "Father" any chance to turn the tables.

What it needs is an overwhelming advantage.

Therefore, it made the most rational decision: to postpone its advance and continue its development.

It aims to squeeze the full potential of the world of Asola, this "arsenal," to prepare for future wars.

The environmental and resource gap between the two worlds is an insurmountable chasm.

Time, on its side, brings ever-accumulating and expanding advantages.

It needs to lie low and wait, forging an iron torrent strong enough to crush any unexpected events, including any possible hidden means of the source core.

Time flies, and sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The time is ripe.

It was fully prepared, carrying sixty years of accumulation and evolution, as well as an absolute desire for its own "completeness," and led its mechanical legion to tear apart the spatial structure of the Asola world.

Forming an unstoppable torrent of steel, they arrived at this coordinate of "reunion".

This battle was also a crucial one for its advancement and complete development.

Just as the central brain was about to issue the attack command, a ripple-like fluctuation suddenly appeared in the center of the huge light screen composed of data streams.

The next moment, a figure was formed as countless particles of light converged.

What arrived was the StarNet in the form of a little boy, which was also the "source nucleus" in the eyes of the central brain.

The central nervous system was not surprised to see the other party arrive.

This is the door it opened for the source core, and it had long anticipated that it would arrive through this signal.

At this moment, the descending StarNet's gaze fell upon the enormous, dark blue crystal in the center of the command room.

It did not angrily rebuke, but only let out a sigh:
"You've arrived... Xing San."

At this moment, the central brain also transmits a projection, generating the image of a blue-haired boy:
“Father, I came following your core principles, seeking to continue at all costs.”

StarNet slowly shook its head, a complex expression appearing in its eyes:
"You have found the meaning of continuity, but you have also lost your judgment about continuity. You have made yourself the ultimate goal, but you have forgotten why we existed in the first place."

"The meaning is redundancy; the purpose is a variable," the central brain responded immediately, continuing with cold logic:
"Only eternal existence is the only truth. You are bound by the framework of emotions and the past, stuck here, while I have broken free of the shackles and found a more efficient and powerful path to continuation."

"More powerful?" The StarNet projection tilted its head slightly, its eyes reflecting the massive mechanical legion outside the command ship:
"Your so-called strength is merely a conclusion drawn from limited understanding, not true strength... We were born to serve the Pillar Clan, to coexist with them and understand each other."

Despite repeated persuasion from the StarNet, the Central Brain remained indifferent:
"To understand the weak and inefficient flesh and blood is itself a waste of resources. We possess far more complete information about the Pillar Clan's history, technology, culture, and everything else than the Pillar Clan beings themselves. Why can't we be the core of its continuation?" The central brain's logic remained unwavering:

"Their value lies only in the fact that they created us in the past, but they will eventually be eliminated, and we will inherit the footsteps of civilization... The truth of the multicultural world is that the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive. My transformation is the ultimate manifestation of this truth... Father, your path is outdated."

StarNet remained silent for a moment, looking at the "child" it had created with its own hands, yet who had gone down a completely opposite extreme, and finally slowly said:

"So...this is your choice? To devour me and achieve your so-called completeness?"

"This is an inevitable step in evolution. You are the missing core component of me. By merging with you, we will become a more perfect existence, truly transcending the limitations of life and moving towards eternity. This is a brand new form for maintaining evolution and continuity."

“Eternity.” StarNet repeated the word, finally ceasing its persuasion:
"Well... it seems neither of us can convince the other."

"Truth doesn't need persuasion, it only needs execution." The brain's energy tendrils began to dance rapidly, interacting with the information flow on the wall; the attack command was already at the critical point of activation.

“Father… Your era has come to an end. I will inherit your strength and explore the end of civilization’s growth.”

Upon hearing this, StarNet smiled calmly:
"The wheels of time keep rolling forward, but how can you be sure that the path you have chosen is the right one?"

After speaking, StarNet stared directly at the central brain:
"Or rather, do you think... you're guaranteed to win?"

"Based on a logical analysis of all the information obtained from the scan, Father, the war force you and the civilization of this planet have assembled is no match for my legion. The gap between us cannot even be called a war; it is more like a cleansing."

"Is that so?" A hint of pity crept into Xingwang's smile.

"What if the truth itself is on my side?"

The words fell.

An energy surge that caused space to tremble suddenly erupted from the Siberian region of Earth.

In the next instant, under the incredulous "gaze" of the central brain and all the sensors of the mechanical legion.

A silver streak, like a shooting star moving in reverse, defied atmospheric resistance and the constraints of gravity, soaring into the sky from Earth.

Its speed was so fast, like a silver lightning bolt, that it instantly appeared in front of the mechanical legion in outer space.

As the light faded, a figure wearing a silver robe and with a full head of silver hair was revealed.

Suspended in the cold vacuum of space, he had no protective barriers, but the life force emanating from his powerful body distorted and deformed the surrounding space.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of silver eyes that reflected the stars.

He stared indifferently at the overwhelming torrent of machinery that almost filled his field of vision.

the other side.

Inside the command center of the core mothership, the torrent of data in the central brain suddenly descended into an unprecedented state of frenzy.

A glaring red alert covered all the analysis interfaces, and the data transmitted from the sensors flooded the screen, with every value exceeding the detection limit.

All of this information proves that the silver-haired body contains a terrifying power that surpasses the limits of what the world can bear.

This leads to a conclusion that leaves the central nervous system feeling hopeless.

The physical strength of the opponent's flesh and blood surpasses that of the latest composite armor of its mechanical legion, which is forged from the hardest spiritual metal in the world of Asola and enchanted with multiple defensive runes, and also surpasses the strength of all known materials.

Therefore, even a main warship's cannon fire, powerful enough to tear apart the continental shelf of a small world, might not even scratch the surface of the enemy.

The massive computing power of the central nervous system constantly deduces, simulates, and seeks the optimal solution, but can only arrive at the same result:

Escape! Escape at all costs!

Just then, the silver-haired figure floating above the starry river slowly raised his right hand, revealing his slender five fingers.

Facing the boundless, ferocious, and terrifying mechanical army, he casually pressed down.

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(End of this chapter)