On the other side, under the blue sky, a vast army of liquid Terminator robots rolled like a raging wave.

Countless figures emerged, covering every inch of land, as if even the light was swallowed up by this metallic torrent.

There was no hesitation in the action, and they fired wildly in all directions with the same target.

Each energy beam hits its target with unerring precision, unleashing devastating force.

The air was filled with ionized sparks and a pungent smell of burning, a cruel symphony produced by the collision of technology and the laws of nature.

Under the ravages of this metal storm, the strange beasts that once ran and flew on this land now fell one after another.

The colorful scales, fluff or shells were dimmed by the ruthless attack of the liquid robots, and the fire of life was quickly extinguished.

Suddenly, as time passed, the earth was shrouded in despair, all living things were devastated, and only death and desolation remained.

At the same time, certain areas in the cave presented a completely different scene.

Tall metal buildings rising into the sky rise from the ground, their surfaces gleaming with a cold luster, revealing an indomitable tenacity.

Here, the dull and powerful roar of machinery echoes, and the sound seems to transcend the constraints of time and space.

Like the passionate war drums on an ancient battlefield, shaking every inch of space and making the whole world tremble.

Countless assembly lines crisscross inside the huge metal building, like metal-woven blood vessels, flowing with a cold light.

On these production lines, precision robotic arms are like soul dancers.

Under the faint blue light, they perform every action accurately and seamlessly, splicing, welding and inlaying pieces of cold plates, delicate electronic components and complex mechanical structures one by one.

Each process is the crystallization of technology and wisdom, silently telling of the endless pursuit of strength and efficiency.

As each core is completed, it is placed in a giant pool of flowing liquid.

Afterwards, the Terminator robot gradually took shape independently.

The outer shell is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the busy figures and flashing indicator lights around it, just like a steel warrior about to go into battle.

After that, every robot was born with a slight tremor of electric current, as if it was the newborn's premonition of its upcoming mission.

As time went by, every minute and every second, a large number of such metal creations opened their inorganic "eyes", shining coldly under the cold light.

After completing the final system self-check, these new mechanical life forms are placed on the conveyor belt and headed to the next assembly area.

There, a variety of high-tech equipment is precisely installed into powerful mechanical wings or built-in hidden compartments.

High-energy particle guns, laser cannons, particle beam launchers, high-energy electromagnetic cannons...

Afterwards, this batch of newly manufactured Terminator robots marched in a line with uniform steps.

There was no hesitation or delay, just cold and efficient execution.

Then, with an order given, like a silver torrent, they joined in the operation of cleaning up the entire cave world.

...trillion...ten trillion...hundred trillion...a hundred trillion...

As time slowly flows, every second slips through your fingers like sand, and the number of liquid Terminator robot legions increases at an alarming rate.

It was like an endless torrent, surging and unstoppable.

This scene is like the stars appearing continuously in the night sky, which is both spectacular and a little unsettling.

In this transformation where technology and natural laws are intertwined, the fate of the corpses of strange beasts that once wandered in the wilderness, mountains, and even the deep ocean has been completely rewritten.

Each corpse body, after being recycled, was given a new mission. These nightmares of the human race in the past have now become the indispensable cornerstone for the rapid construction of the mechanical army.

The cycle of life shows a different kind of splendor and tragedy here.

Quark-level molecular worms, these tiny and magical beings, play a vital role.

They seemed to be engineers of the microscopic world, using their almost invisible bodies to rapidly erode and decompose the remains of the corpses of the alien beasts.

This process is both a return to the essence of matter and a reshaping of life forms.

Every time the molecular worm swallows and digests, it is accompanied by a subtle chemical reaction that transforms organic matter into the basic material that makes up the liquid Terminator robot.

The boundary between life and non-life is blurred yet wonderfully blended together.

Not only that, countless molecular worms also radiate from this metal area.

It spreads like a tide, silently seeping into every corner, and constantly expanding the boundaries of the microscopic mechanical field.

Devour... Split... Replace...

At the material level, many of the most basic units of matter have been replaced by molecular worms.

As the domain expands relentlessly, the original tranquility and harmony of nature are quietly broken, replaced by an unprecedented order and rules.

In the deep and unfathomable world of the cave, the dim light is distorted by fear, reflecting a series of thrilling pictures.

Countless strange and terrifying beasts showed unprecedented panic in this already dangerous environment.

Its eyes were filled with despair, and its body was driven by its four hooves or wings to flee madly.

Trying to find a chance of survival in this apocalyptic chaos and avoid the impending deadly purge.

But fate seemed to have already woven a huge net for us that was impossible to escape from.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if there were an invisible hand controlling everything. The layout of the dragnet was impenetrable, and any slight attempt to escape was like a moth flying into a flame.

The struggles of the strange beasts seemed so small and futile in the face of this huge and sophisticated control.

Once upon a time, those occupied paradises were endowed with mysterious powers in ancient times, enough to become a safe haven for all kinds of exotic beasts.

But now, these are places that should be symbols of hope.

However, Lin Chen had already planned it in advance and all the spatial coordinates had been marked, becoming the coordinate points for locking the prey.

Once the strange beasts seeking refuge set foot into these once holy places, only a crueler fate awaits them.

The vast wilderness where it was easy to hide could not escape the ubiquitous surveillance.

The grass swaying in the wind, the subtle shadows behind the rocks, and even the occasional clouds passing through the sky may hide prying eyes.

Under such strict surveillance, the entire underground world turned into a huge prison, leaving no place for all strange beasts to hide.

No matter how hidden the corner is, or how deep the crack is.

Eventually you will realize that all your efforts are in vain in fighting against fate.

The ending was determined from the beginning and will not change.

At this moment, an atmosphere of despair permeates every inch of land.

(End of this chapter)