I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The high temperature melted through the air, turning the gray sky into a blinding, pale white.

The Purple Spirit Clan's prized killing puppets proved utterly vulnerable against the heavy armor fortress's barrage of fire.

Tal hid behind a huge rock.

Blood was seeping from all seven of his orifices.

The backlash from the forced severing of his mental connection felt as if his brain was being pierced by tens of thousands of steel needles at the same time.

But he couldn't care less about the pain right now.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, his eyeballs almost bulging out.

He felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity.

How is that possible?

Through the vision of the surviving puppets, he could simultaneously and clearly capture the details of those human war weapons.

The black spiders crawling frantically on the ground had shells that were clearly made from the lowest quality pig iron and scrap metal scraps.

In the Purple Spirit Clan, this kind of trash material doesn't even qualify for recycling!

However, the human race actually used this garbage to create a weapon that could instantly turn the tide of battle!

The interior was hollowed out and filled with cheap high explosives and crystal fragments.

No complicated spirit rune circuits are needed.

It does not require a high-performance transmission center.

Their sole purpose is to rush forward and detonate themselves.

The cost-effectiveness of such suicide attacks is outrageously high!

The cost of creating a hundred of these trash spiders would probably not even be enough for the Purple Spirit Clan to build the mechanical leg of a killing puppet.

But these pieces of trash can easily destroy expensive killing puppets.

Unbelievable.

Not only that.

In their minds, mobility is life itself.

Therefore, their puppets are usually equipped with flamethrowers to increase their movement speed.

But what are these iron lumps created by humans?

Not only did they lack flamethrowers, they even cut off their legs, which they used to move!

Instead, they were replaced by heavy, slow-moving tracks that could only crawl slowly in the mud.

This is tantamount to completely giving up on dodging!

A look of horror flashed in Tal's eyes.

He suddenly understood the design philosophy of the human race.

Since we can't avoid it, then we won't try to avoid it!

The Terran race poured all the savings they made on mobility into armor thickness and firepower.

These are mobile steel emplacements!

They lay on the ground, their bodies extremely low, gripping the ground tightly.

The Purple Spirit Clan's killing puppets rushed forward, slashing at their thick, hemispherical armor, managing only to dent it at most.

It won't cause too much damage.

Based on this, the tactics of this iron-clad team are very simple.

Just tough it out; if you can handle it, then tough it out.

If it can't withstand the attack, it can only mean that the armor-piercing weapons used by the Purple Spirit Clan have far exceeded the cost of this iron behemoth.

This is a meticulously calculated economic deal!

The human race doesn't fight using tactics at all.

They're fighting a war with costs!

To exchange the cheapest price for the Purple Spirit Clan's most expensive battle losses.

What made Tal's scalp tingle even more was the coordination between the two types of puppets.

The micro-spider is responsible for ground assaults.

They are ubiquitous, climbing onto the bodies of killing golems and destroying their weakest joints and cores.

Once the Purple Spirit Clan's formation is disrupted, they are forced to activate their energy shield.

The heavily armored fortresses in the distance will immediately launch indiscriminate fire.

Break through the defenses.

contain.

Harvesting.

This kind of coordinated combat tactic, one plus one, is far greater than two!

The Purple Spirit Clan has always considered itself a technological master of war puppets.

They possess mental strength that overwhelms humanity, and puppetry technology that is a century ahead of humanity.

In their eyes, humans are nothing more than a group of barbarians who can only fill their lives with their flesh and blood.

But now.

The barbarians used their Purple Spirit Clan's technology to deliver a resounding slap to their faces.

Tal was unwilling to admit it.

But the truth was like a knife, piercing his eyes.

Although the human race's war puppets use the Purple Spirit Clan's technology in terms of spirit rune inscription and core transmission.

but.

In practical applications, the human race is far more flexible than them.

It could even be described as wildly imaginative and utterly without any bottom line!

War is not an art.

War is the efficiency of killing.

The human race has pushed the efficiency of killing to a level that even the Purple Spirit Clan finds terrifying.

In just five minutes.

The heavy fortress's three-round salvo ended.

More than 10,000 killing golems were annihilated.

More than a hundred Purple Spirit Clan mentalists died on the spot from ruptured cerebral blood vessels and bleeding from all seven orifices because they could not withstand the massive mental backlash.

Inside the starship's command center.

Monsa's face, covered in purple scales, was filled with disbelief.

That's ten thousand killing puppets.

One-tenth of the Purple Spirit Clan's expeditionary force.

They didn't even get close to the walls of the human defenses, and they're gone just like that?

"That's impossible."

"How could humans possibly possess this level of firepower?"

"What are those legless iron turtles?"

"And those self-destructing bugs!"

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?!"

No adjutant dared to answer his question.

No one expected it.

Their once-proud war system has been completely overturned today.

First, the human race's mental signal tower interfered with the mental signal of the Purple Spirit Clan's transport ship.

Then there are the puppets developed by the human race themselves, which have achieved a dimensional reduction attack on their laws!

What's the point of playing this game?!

The thick purple mist churned violently.

The ancient nightmare's oppressive aura descended once more.

This time, the previous arrogance was gone from the oppressive aura; instead, there was an extremely rare solemnity.

"Commander, you've lost your composure."

The ancient nightmare's cold, hard voice echoed throughout the space.

Monsa turned his head sharply.

"Lord Ancient Nightmare!"

"Humans are cheating!"

"They stole our puppet technology and created these utterly shameless and insidious weapons!"

"I want to personally lead the charge!"

"I'm going to tear that human brat named Shen Tian to pieces!"

Within the purple mist, a pair of pale eyes slowly emerged.

Gu Yan looked at the crazed Monsa, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

"madness."

Gu Yan uttered two words.

"Humans abandoned the humanoid structure of puppets, abandoned mobility, and abandoned defense."

"They poured all their resources into destructive power and firepower."

Ancient Nightmare's gaze pierced through the starship's armor, as if he could see the ferocious war machines on the battlefield below.

"Those miniature self-destruct machines are inexpensive to manufacture and are entirely consumables."

"Using it to deal with our expensive killing golems is a very profitable business."

"And those heavy artillery emplacements without legs pushed the firepower of positional warfare to its extreme."

Gu Yan paused for a moment.

For the first time ever, there was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Humans have turned war into an arithmetic problem."

"They are inflicting our greatest casualties at the lowest possible cost."

"What terrifying wisdom in warfare."

Monsa was startled.

Although he was arrogant, he wasn't stupid.

After Gu Yan's reminder, he instantly understood the implications.

The puppets of the Purple Spirit Clan pursue the ultimate in individual combat ability; they are all-rounders.

It can run, jump, perform melee attacks, and activate an energy shield.

But this also means that the cost of each puppet is extremely high.

And what about the human race?

They broke down the functionality.

Self-destruction is self-destruction, and firepower is firepower.

Don't be defensive, don't be omnipotent.

Only the ultimate killing efficiency.

"How dare they..."

Monsa muttered to himself.

"How dare they treat puppets as disposable items?"

"Does this mean that Tianyun Prefecture possesses a massive industrial capacity to support such consumption?"

The purple mist contracted violently.

Gu Yan's eyes turned incredibly gloomy.

"That's the most terrifying part."

"The Heavenly Fortune Prefecture not only possesses war concepts that surpass our own, but also likely has an extremely terrifying manufacturing capability."

"If we let them continue to develop..."

"No martial artist is needed."

"These unscrupulous mechanical armies alone could completely overwhelm our Purple Spirit Clan."

The temperature in the command center dropped to freezing.

All the high-ranking members of the Purple Spirit Clan felt a deep sense of fear.

They have always regarded humans as barbaric monkeys who only know how to cultivate their physical bodies.

But now, these savage monkeys have actually taught them a lesson in the very field they are most proud of: mechanics.