Since those natives took the initiative to start the war and chose war, let them have war.

Even if it is just one of the races, even if it cannot represent the entire planet.

But this is how the Protoss thought and how they started to act.

For a strong person, what does it matter if I destroy you?
At the same moment, the sun's afterglow had not yet completely disappeared below the horizon.

In every corner of the planet, endless armies of liquid Terminator robots, as if they had heard some silent command, began their precise and ruthless attack.

In an instant, quiet plains, bustling cities, ancient forests and even remote mountains were all affected.

Whether it is the magnificent castle of the human race, it was once a symbol of glory and peace.

Or the glorious city-states of the dwarves buried deep underground, and those ingenious stone buildings.

Or the dark swamps where the trolls live, a land full of mystery and wildness.

……

Everything was trembling and wailing under the Terminator's torrent of gunfire, groaning in pain under the ravages of the attack.

All creatures, big or small, strong or weak, are shrouded in a haze of despair and destruction.

"Boom boom boom~".

The deafening sound, like a death knell of doom, echoed in every inch of land ravaged by war.

Originating from the lasers released by the liquid Terminator robots, each explosion was accompanied by a dazzling light and a blast that tore through the air.

The solid city walls were reduced to dust, the dense forests turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the quiet rivers turned blood red.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth. The sounds of desperate cries, the collision of weapons, and the cold and ruthless electronic sounds of robots were intertwined together, forming a doomsday tragedy.

In the face of this sudden disaster, all races had to temporarily put aside their grudges and unite to fight against this unprecedented threat.

Warriors hold shining swords, mages summon brilliant elemental power, and wise men frown, trying to find ancient prophecies and a glimmer of hope.

However, faced with the liquid terminators that were pouring in like a tide, all these efforts seemed so insignificant.

"Meteor shower..."

"The Last Judgment..."

"Kill! Giant cross cut!"

"Roar! Charge!"

There were all kinds of roars, and all kinds of races were frantically resisting the robot invasion.

But with endless numbers, you can stop them for a while, but not forever.

On the other hand, in every corner of the planet, ubiquitous precision reconnaissance robots are like invisible filaments, silently shuttling between ancient city-states.

Their eyes are like countless pairs of sharp electronic lenses, recording the movement of every particle of dust and the murmur of every spell.

Their ears are all-pervasive sound wave capturers, listening to the whispers of wisdom and the collision of knowledge.

These cold and hard metal bodies, inadvertently, or perhaps with premeditation, seized all the essential knowledge of this magical civilization.

In fact, long before the arrival of the liquid terminator robot army, Lin Chen had already quietly harvested most of the knowledge treasures of the entire magic world through those mechanical reconnaissance equipment.

From profound elemental laws to complex alchemical formulas, from ancient forbidden spells to emerging magic theories.

Everything has been carefully compiled, transformed into a data stream that jumps through your fingertips and lies quietly in the database.

Waiting to be excavated, analyzed and cracked.

Now, going to war is just the last piece of the puzzle.

After all, only in times of life and death will they be unleashed without reservation. For these creatures who once stood proudly at the pinnacle of magic civilization, their fate seemed to have been redefined after Lin Chen's arrival.

Except for a very few who were selected as precious experimental subjects, they were fortunate enough to make greater contributions to Lin Chen.

Most of the indigenous people were forced to find the meaning of survival in continuous and extremely cruel confrontations.

That is to create more or more advanced magical knowledge.

And this is their only value.

Although for Lin Chen, as long as he invests, he can quickly update and iterate, deepen research and crack.

But there are countless worlds in the multiverse, and there are also countless systems. If we want to study each one of them in depth, we need to devote energy and effort.

Even if one has an infinite lifespan, it is still a huge project that is difficult to complete.

Or rather, there is no end to it.

Therefore, taking all factors into consideration, creating a super crisis and fear oppression, using life and death to force those civilizations to hatch, has become the most efficient and quickest means.

at the same time.

After Lin Yaozu gave the order, he broke through the world wall again and left, heading to the next place without any reluctance.

The Protoss also split into a body, controlling the army of liquid Terminator robots, turning the planet into a nursery, harvesting knowledge at all times.

In addition, in the space above the planet, suddenly, as if it was torn apart by an invisible giant hand, a shockingly huge crack appeared.

The crack was as dark as ink, as if it was connected to another unknown and mysterious world.

After a moment's silence, accompanied by a slight but soul-shaking roar, several huge ships slowly squeezed out from the cracks. They were the products of Star Technology - huge A1-type interstellar battleships.

Its body is covered with a cold metallic luster, majestic and inviolable like an ancient behemoth.

The size of these warships is enough to make any viewer feel insignificant.

At this moment, they are hovering quietly in the air, like new stars in the starry sky, announcing the arrival of a new era.

Then, these interstellar battleships seemed to merge into the darkness itself, activating advanced stealth mode and disappearing into the invisible.

Afterwards, it circled silently in the orbit of the Phantom Star.

Like a monitor in the dark night, or a lurking hunter, it uses advanced detection equipment to silently monitor all dynamics on the planet, not missing any subtle changes.

As for the creatures of all races on the Youguang Star, they had no idea that the source of all the disasters would leave again after staying for a dozen breaths.

Now, because of the other party’s thoughts, all living beings are caught in an eternal and endless war.

Weakness is the original sin!
On the starship, a ruthless mechanical voice was heard.

"Clone No. 002 has awakened and is officially carrying out its mission!"

"Macro-control and micro-manipulation are launched..."

On the Youguang Star, the various races suddenly found that resistance was not as difficult as it had been at the beginning.

This amazing discovery immediately excited countless races.

After seeing hope, they immediately burst out with a terrifying desire to survive.

In the dilapidated positions, the thoughts of countless races collided, knowledge merged, and new magic began to gradually evolve.

However, every time the expulsion seemed to be successful, a stronger liquid Terminator robot would appear.

Once again, they were driven back into the abyss of despair. (End of this chapter)