Chapter 164: Corpses everywhere, crazy slaughter.

In an instant, screams of terror resounded through the sky, endlessly.

People were incoherent, using nonsense to vent their extreme panic and shock.

The whole world seemed to be frozen in fear.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

“This…this…this…”

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"It's horrible! This is simply a meat grinder!"

"Nimma! In such a horrible battlefield, even if a master was thrown in, he wouldn't be able to make a single move."

"Grandmaster? Even a saint would be blinded if he went in!"

"..."

Qingshan City, the top floor of Xingchen Technology Building.

Lin Chenyi witnessed all these projections with his own eyes, without any expression on his face.

There was neither pity nor sorrow.

To him, the cruel and horrific war scene before him was like a group of children playing house games innocently.

Or in other words, in his eyes, he never cared about the lives of these aliens.

Perhaps, for Lin Chen, reincarnation into a parallel world is just like a player controlling a character to play in a game.

All living beings are like NPCs, just like weeds on the roadside, and are not to be taken seriously at all.

From the beginning to the end, I have never been integrated into this world.

And this world is incompatible with him.

Apart from her sister Lin Xinglan, nothing else matters.

If Lin Chen did not have an incredible level of comprehension, he would not have created so many terrifying black technologies.

As time goes by, the environment will slowly smooth out all his edges and he will begin to blend in with it.

But obviously, this is another possible development.

When a person is incompatible with the world environment, there are only two possibilities: either be forced to integrate or change the world.

Now, it is the second one.

at the same time.

In the cave world.

Above the vast wilderness, the raging tide of beasts surged like a raging wave, as if it was going to swallow up everything between heaven and earth.

Countless low- and middle-level beasts struggled hard in this raging tide, roaring or neighing with every swing of their claws and every jump.

They are all burning their vitality without reservation in a tragic and resolute way, and gradually disappearing in this endless battle.

In the rear, there stood beast kings and emperors of various races, who were huge in size and had a terrifying dominance.

His eyes were deep and cold, like ice in the abyss, revealing an arrogance and indifference that transcended the mundane world.

In those eyes, there was not a trace of sympathy or compassion for the beasts sacrificed on the battlefield ahead.

For those beings at the top of the food chain, the survival of the fittest is the eternal law of nature.

In the minds of the Beast King and the Beast Emperor, those low-level exotic beasts, although small, are also important gears in maintaining the balance of the population and promoting racial evolution.

Every strenuous charge and every tiny bit of energy consumed is a due contribution for the life and death of the tribe.

Even though such sacrifice may seem cruel to individuals, it has immeasurable value and significance for the long-term development of the entire race.

Therefore, with this calm and rational judgment, even when facing the death of one's own kind, there will not be the slightest hesitation.

Just because they know a truth deeply.

The survival of a race is never merciful.

The war began when Lin Chen resolutely activated the unprecedented antimatter space dimension bomb. That shocking scene was engraved in the memories of the beast kings and beast emperors like the apocalypse.

The five magnificent and glorious paradises vanished in the blink of an eye.

The magnificent vitality, along with the entire race that occupied it, were annihilated in the endless cracks of the void, leaving only the echo of death and despair.

This is not just the collapse of space, but also the end of time, as if even past history has been erased under that terrifying force.

The five once glorious worlds are now only left with distorted space and broken dimensions.

Like five huge scars, they are forever branded on the skin of this underground world.

Those beast kings and beast emperors once looked down upon the world, controlled their own races and territories, and enjoyed supreme respect and glory.

But when the destructive wave swept over, even they felt unprecedented fear and trembling.

At that moment, there was no longer arrogance and unruliness in his eyes, but instead there was disbelief and deep shock.

They began to realize that this was not a simple fight or invasion, but an ultimate battle for the survival of the race.

What Lin Chen did was undoubtedly a declaration to all races that the era of peace was gone, and what replaced it was an extremely cruel competition for survival.

In this contest, there is no compromise, no retreat, and the winner will take everything.

The losers can only become forgotten dust in the long river of history.

This huge war can only end when one side is completely defeated.

When Lin Chen is born, all races perish.

Lin Chen dies, and all races live.

It's that simple.

No matter which race, no one will be allowed to control weapons that can wantonly destroy the paradise.

What's more, the one controlling it now is a madman like Lin Chen.

It was so cruel that it made the beasts shudder, feel chilled and terrified. It destroyed five paradises and wiped out five races in one breath.

“Roar…Ah…”

“Ahhhh… roar…”

"Kill... uh..."

Endless beast roars and wails intertwined into a chaotic melody, the sounds contained both the desperate struggle before death and the indomitable will to fight.

The light rose and fell in various places on the battlefield, like stars falling to the mortal world, gathering in the sky and then quickly dissipating, like a fleeting meteor shower in the night sky.

On this bloody battlefield that is extremely horrifying, millions and tens of millions of lives are lost on this land every moment.

The wails of grief and unwillingness turned into invisible sad winds that lingered.

Looking up at the sky, it was covered with dark clouds. Occasionally, lightning would penetrate the clouds, illuminating the battlefield stained with blood.

The wind, carrying the smell of rust and scorched earth, shuttled through this dead silence, occasionally causing wisps of smoke to rise.

Those are the ashes of life, doing their final dance in the ruthless air.

In a world shrouded by death, every flicker of light is a silent mourning for the lives lost.

After a while.

The overwhelming laser beams shot continuously towards the beast tide.

As countless strange beasts died, more beasts came closer, stepping on their broken limbs.

The surging beast tide, like a huge black wave, quickly pounced on the 108 metal garrison cities and countless connected mechanical buildings.

The next moment, it seemed to be approaching a critical point.

At a command issued by the super-artificial intelligence Protoss, countless instructions quickly penetrated directly into the bodies of quark-level molecular worms, the microscopic cornerstones of the macroscopic world.

In an instant, the metal buildings seemed to have life, flowing like boiling liquid metal.

(End of this chapter)