Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

Their first move was to intensify the use of the "ideology formation field".

Trying to use this powerful tool to calm the negative emotions that are rampant in civilization like calming a frightened beast.

However, they never expected that the "desire equation" and the "development equation" had already been quietly integrated into this "ideology formation field."

It was like pouring another bucket of oil on an already raging fire. Instead of easing the situation, it became even more chaotic.

The Xianzhou Alliance and the Interstellar Peace Company had no choice but to send people to hunt the Beast of Destruction while sending people to suppress the rebellious civilizations.

Considering that the situation was so out of control that it might be related to the "ideology formation field", they also specially sent a group of experienced technicians to conduct a comprehensive and detailed inspection of the "ideology formation field".

And in some unknown corner.

A researcher in a white coat was looking at the screen on the communicator enthusiastically.

"The flames of war have flared up again!"

"We can't fall down yet!"

In front of him, the densely packed culture chambers looked like a steel jungle, their cold metallic luster flickering in the dim light.

The researcher looked at this scene, the fanaticism in his eyes becoming more and more intense, like a burning flame that was about to ignite everything around it.

Accompanied by a low humming sound, the culture chambers started up one by one, the light blue light screen flickered, and the nutrient solution in the chamber began to slowly empty.

And amidst that continuous low humming sound.

Miraculously, the sound was mixed with the subtle vibration of the taut bowstring when the hunter drew his bow. It seemed as if one could see the hunter in the dark, with a sharp gaze, nodding the arrow and drawing the bow, aiming at the prey, and the tense feeling of being ready to strike was overwhelming.

Intertwined with this is the high-frequency "buzzing" sound made by insects flapping their wings, just like a swarm of insects hiding in the darkness, eager to take off into the air.

Countless soldiers walked out of the incubator.

They stood in silence, covered in armor similar to that of an insect swarm. The armor glowed with a cold light, like an indestructible barrier.

They are all copies of one person.

And that original body can be said to be the most brilliant existence in that civilization, combining the most powerful strength and the most determined will.

In this slightly dim room, a soldier was the first to murmur. Although the voice was soft, it seemed to have magical power and quietly spread in the air.

Soon after, the second warrior joined in, and then the third... In just a moment, the whole room was filled with the sound of reciting a poem.

It is a poem unique to their planet, carrying everything they have.

"Without revenge, the blood debt will transform into a curse that will haunt you for generations."

"Without revenge, justice will be drowned in the jokes of the powerful and become a plaything for others to play with."

"Without revenge, the lights of thousands of homes will eventually turn into lonely graves in the eternal night, and the light will be extinguished and darkness will remain."

"Without revenge, our bones will become tombstones of shame, inscribed with cowardice and condemned."

"Therefore, the flame of revenge must burn, and blood must be used to wash away the endless injustice!"

"Let hatred forge the dawn of rebirth that will never end!"

The voice seemed to burst out from the depths of the soul, with endless determination.

Then, a soldier stepped forward with an imposing manner.

"tell me!"

"Where is our battlefield?"

Those words were like a heavy hammer, striking the silent space, each word filled with the desire for battle and the rage for revenge.

When the researcher heard this, a gleam of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, and he reached out without hesitation and took out a glowing star map from the side.

His fingers trembled slightly, his excitement evident as he pointed to a mark on the star map.

"The battlefield is right there!"

“Go!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, as if pouring all his strength into these words: “Take with us the hatred we have accumulated for so long, and rush to that cruel place together!”

"For revenge!!!"

His voice echoed in this enclosed space, full of tragedy and determination.

After saying that, the warriors in armor that resembled a swarm of insects turned around in unison.

Their movements were clean and smooth, without any hesitation.

Then, he took firm steps and walked towards the exit leading to the starry sky.

In this silent and mission-filled atmosphere, they embarked on a journey to the former battlefield.

Every step seems to be on the trajectory of history, carrying the hatred and hope of civilization.

And this scene is not just appearing here.

You should know that this group of "reborn people" are the "elites" carefully selected by Bai Ge.

Naturally, there is more than just one such outstanding talent.

Otherwise it would be such a waste, wouldn’t it?

Fallen Immortal Boat: Chapter 104: He is laughing!

At this moment, a huge fleet is sailing on the way to the beast of destruction.

The densely packed warships are scattered across the vast universe, like a brilliant galaxy, magnificent and imposing.

The commanders of the Xianzhou Alliance and the Interstellar Peace Company gathered together to discuss the battle plan enthusiastically.

In the conference room, arguments and analyses were heard one after another. Everyone expressed their opinions, the discussion was in full swing, and the atmosphere was quite intense.

However, in this warm atmosphere, a few people remained silent.

Xianzhou Life Experience Co., Ltd. allows Xianzhou people or company employees to embrace and experience other people's lives.

But there is always another side to the story.

The situation is reversed when the quality of life of "some guys" whose lives are being experienced far exceeds the tolerance of the experiencers.

At that time, these "gentlemen" who come here to experience life will be "contained" by the life they experience and fall into an indescribable situation.

Suddenly, a man slowly raised his hand, and a strange object shaped like a horn appeared in his palm.

This horn seemed to have been baptized by time and disasters, and was covered with dense marks of varying depths. It was the unique mark left by destruction.

Every scratch and every dent seems to be silently telling the countless natural disasters it has experienced, making people wonder what kind of magnificent and devastated scenes it has witnessed.

The man holding the horn made eye contact with his companions around him. No words were needed, as they understood each other's words.

In an instant, a meaningful smile appeared on their faces.

That smile seemed to contain anticipation for the unknown, and also seemed to hide some secret that was about to be revealed.

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[Name: Messenger of Natural Disaster]

【Destiny: End × Destruction】

[Introduction: Was it that the natural disaster had already arrived, and these messengers were keenly aware of it, and thus rushed to announce it; or was it that the arrival of these messengers was like opening Pandora's box, causing the natural disasters to follow one after another?]

[In this vast universe, the appearance of the "Messenger of Disaster" is always accompanied by endless speculation and fear.]

They seem to exist outside the normal order, carrying with them the aura of destruction and the end. Wherever they go, disaster follows them like a shadow, making people wonder: are they the messengers of disaster, or the initiators of it?

Just like countless decisions they had made in the past, they did not hesitate to put the horn that symbolized the coming of natural disaster to their lips.

With a steady and powerful exhalation, the power of destruction and the end poured into the horn.

In an instant, a long and desolate horn sounded suddenly, like the howling of an ancient giant beast. The sound swirled and echoed in the air, as if time and space were solidified by this sound.

That voice, with endless vicissitudes, seemed to have traveled through the long years, telling the rise and fall and suffering of countless civilizations in the long river of history.

This trumpet sound, like an ominous omen from the depths of the universe, announced to the world that natural disasters had come again.

"What's going on?"

Some people looked suspicious. The faint sound of the horn inexplicably revealed an indescribable sense of familiarity.

But no matter how hard I racked my brains, I couldn't remember when I had heard it before.

"Damn! It's the Horn of Scourge!"

Someone suddenly screamed in terror, the sound so sharp that it seemed to cut through the air.

"Why are the remnants of those guys still alive?!"

The command center of the entire fleet exploded instantly.

The top commanders looked at each other in horror.

Messenger of natural disasters!

In this vast universe, they are simply the synonym of "you are going to get lucky".

Just hearing this name makes people shudder, as if death and destruction are just around the corner.

And at this panic-stricken moment, something unexpected happened.

The hypernova closest to the fleet group began to collapse rapidly without any warning due to some unknown reason.

The huge star seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, and its light was distorted and dimmed in an instant.

"Nima!"

The captain of the Interstellar Peace Company couldn't help but swear, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead instantly.

The situation was extremely critical. Without hesitation, he immediately ordered the use of the "Silver Track" and prepared to jump directly to escape from this terrible place.

However, fate always seems to play tricks on us.

When the operation instructions were issued, I looked at the text displayed on the panel.

"There are star cores nearby, so we can't jump."

If it were any other time during the day, this news would be like pie in the sky, equating to a promotion and a raise, enough to make people cheer.

The captain who once decisively ordered the use of the star destroyer cannon on Yalilo VI and successfully obtained the star core, now has his value skyrocketing exponentially in the interstellar value system like a runaway rocket!

But at this moment, facing this supernova explosion of unprecedented scale, everything is completely different.

The violent light and energy fluctuations seemed to devour the entire universe.

This news is no longer a ray of hope, but rather a cold verdict from the abyss of death, revealing endless despair and helplessness.

At this moment, it seemed as if the whole world had stopped.

These brief words were like a cold verdict from the abyss of fate, and despair instantly overwhelmed everyone like a tide.

“Why are you doing this!?”

Some people had red eyes and sharp gazes as they stared at those who blew the horn of natural disasters, their eyes filled with anger, confusion and heartache.

Among the group of people blowing the horn were their blood relatives and friends who had shared weal and woe with them...those familiar faces now seemed so strange.

"Because we have seen the future..."

“A better future!”

One of the Scourge Messengers who blew the horn slowly raised his head, his eyes deep and resolute, his voice low but clearly echoing in the atmosphere filled with tension and fear.

Immediately, they were surrounded and besieged by the angry crowd.

The faces of the people who gathered around were filled with rage and panic.

That anger was like a raging fire, ready to burn everything in sight;

And that fear, like a thorn in the flesh, prompts them to vent their inner anxiety through crazy actions.

Every punch and every kick was filled with endless resentment and fear.

However, in the face of such a fierce neighbor's attack.

This group of Scourge Messengers just stood there quietly, their eyes as calm as water, without any ripples.

They just calmly endured the beatings and kicks from the crowd, as if they were not involved.

They were knocked down again and again, but they stood up silently again and again.