Chapter 112 A metal frenzy swept through the cave.

In the eyes of those saints, Lin Chen's previous behavior was nothing more than the willful behavior of a young man who was impulsive and lost his mind.

As long as we influence him with emotion and guide him with reason, this lost young man will naturally turn back and return to the warm embrace of humanity.

Since it is difficult to win a head-on battle, using softness to overcome hardness is also a good method.

When Lin Chen returns to his senses, or the overall situation has been settled, the right and wrong of this world will naturally be defined by saints like them.

At this moment, complicated thoughts were surging in everyone's minds like clouds.

Along with colorful fantasies, a magnificent picture of the future quietly blooms.

The saints exchanged glances at the same time, and there was a hint of vigilance between their brows.

In this silent gaze, an unspoken question hung on everyone's mind.

Who will ultimately reap the fruits of victory?
After all, the number of water drop weapons must be scarce and precious.

Who should keep it and how to distribute it fairly have become issues that need to be carefully considered.

Although the actual action has not yet begun, the saints are already eager to discuss the allocation of resources that have not yet been obtained.

They act as if they are totally indifferent to the potential possibility of failure, as if it simply cannot happen.

Perhaps, in the eyes of these people, as long as they are willing to extend a hand to recruit him, Lin Chen will be overjoyed and submit to him.

Even if he was beaten and had to flee in a panic, he never put himself in a weak position.

On the other side, in Qingshan City, on the top floor of the Xingchen Technology Building.

At this moment, Lin Chen had already forgotten about those saints and remnants of human warriors who had fled in panic, as if they had disappeared like clouds and smoke.

In his eyes, those guys were just losers, not worthy of any attention.

As time goes by, the carefully laid blueprint moves towards the end step by step.

By then, those remnants who had managed to escape would naturally discover that there was no longer any corner in this world where they could hide their regrets.

The storm of reckoning is only a matter of time.

It's like a sword hanging over your head, waiting for time to drop it suddenly.

Maybe late, but never absent.

One day...two days...three days...

Time passed by little by little.

In the underground cave world, one hundred and eight guardian cities stand tall. Although they look like ordinary rock walls, they actually contain metallic properties.

Its intensity is tens of millions times greater than before.

In addition, a variety of high-tech defensive weapons shine brightly on every city skyline.

It's like a guarding sword, ready to cut off the threat at any time.

The first is the "Sky Shield".

Invisible energy shield generators silently surround the city.

It can be activated at any time to neutralize all external attacks and protect the safety of cities and buildings.

Next came the "Thunder Cannon Array".

Hidden within the walls are countless rows of electromagnetic cannon weapons that are ready to fire, capable of emitting dazzling beams of light in an instant and accurately striking targets thousands of miles away.

The power is enough to make the mountains tremble and the sky lose its color.

Not only that, there is also a group of "Falcon Tracker" drones flying through the clouds.

Like the eyes of the city, they patrol 24 hours a day, and any slight abnormality cannot escape their keen perception. Once they lock onto a target, they turn into messengers of death and carry out counterattacks quickly and accurately.

Together with the large number of liquid terminator robots guarding the city, they form an indestructible four-in-one city system.

It integrates attack, defense, flexible movement and stable position to ensure all-round protection without blind spots.

In addition, towering steel structures suddenly appear around each garrison city.

The surface has a dazzling metallic luster, like a silver sword cutting through the sky, which is eye-catching.

Among them, there is a production and manufacturing base that can operate automatically day and night.

It is like a perpetual motion workshop, continuously transforming various raw materials into liquid Terminator robots.

There are also precision assembly lines specifically designed for forging high-tech weapons, where every link is filled with the coldness and reproducibility of machinery.

These metal facilities, with various shapes and functions, constitute one miraculous existence after another.

It is like an alchemy workshop in ancient legends, reborn under the light of high technology, blooming with endless possibilities and brilliance.

At the same time, the beast kings who had fled hastily back to their respective paradises also quietly began a more detailed search for intelligence about the human realm.

Unfortunately, however, when trying to activate those hidden spies, they found that all contact channels were like a drop in the ocean with no response.

At this moment, the Beast Kings also began to have a bad premonition, as if things were about to get out of control.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

Lin Chen's sphere of influence in the cave world is surging like a spring tide, growing stronger day by day.

In a split second, the accumulated power is like a raging sea, unstoppable.

Under the mad devouring of trillions of trillions of trillions of teraquark-level molecular worms, they multiply exponentially.

The towering steel structures seemed to come alive, suddenly rising from the earth like a miracle.

Countless metal buildings, with the 108 garrison cities as the center, grew wildly like vines and expanded rapidly in all directions.

The locations of the former space tunnels have now been transformed into key hubs supporting this magnificent territory, shining with new life.

However, within just a few days, the metal torrent spread like wild weeds, affecting a vast territory spanning thousands of miles, almost reaching a distance of ten thousand miles.

Quietly, the 108 areas seemed to have consciousness, secretly surging with a subtle tacit understanding that connected them to each other.

It was as if a huge net between heaven and earth was slowly taking shape.

In the human world, in each city, as time slowly passed, countless people began to get accustomed to the new life under Lin Chen's rule.

After all, those who refuse to follow the trend have been resolutely and ruthlessly eliminated.

Under the strict governance of the super artificial intelligence Protoss, there is no chance of leniency outside the law, and they disdain to play with the so-called human relationships.

All that tenderness or hypocritical veil is of no use here.

The rules set by Lin Chen are like the unshakable iron laws of the sky, sacred and inviolable.

Once someone dares to cross the line, the only outcome is a cold death, without exception.

In addition, in the past few days, those cunning people who dared to challenge the moral bottom line and do things that go against common sense will not escape severe sanctions.

The omnipresent super artificial intelligence Protoss quietly weaves a web, tightly entangling the veins of every city and covering them all, like a dragnet, omnipresent.

No matter the minute details or the grand scenes, every person and every action cannot escape.

The so-called privacy and secrets, in front of it, are like mist meeting the morning light, disappearing in an instant.

(End of this chapter)