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"It's possible, but unlikely."
Black Tower's expression was blank, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
It looks like something Ah-ha made for fishing!
They are fish.
That damn God of Fun!
And this gray baboon that cooperated with its performance!
Xing Shida held the manuscript, turning it over and over to look at it again and again, her little face full of struggle—should she throw it away? Or should she believe Qiongzai's evil words?
Just as she was hesitating, the almost imperceptible humming sensation was detected by the warrior in the fused state. Xing Shida looked up, her willow-leaf eyebrows arching.
"Qiongzai, look over there! 'Our army' is about to land!"
The girl pointed her thumb towards the distant cosmos.
Looking in the direction she pointed, one could see the massive starship fleet suspended in orbit, its bottom hatches wide open, and the landing craft trailing long plumes of flame as it crashed headlong into the surface of the Parasite Star.
"Let's go, sneak into the village quietly."
Qiong lowered her voice and made a gesture to Xing Shida.
"Don't fire."
Xingshida understood immediately and responded in perfect unison.
Watching the two men crouching low, looking like 'professional infiltrators,' and sneaking towards the target area, the three geniuses exchanged glances but remained silent.
Like three silent ghosts, they floated gracefully and quietly followed.
Incidentally, upon entering the simulated universe, the Black Tower granted Dome partial control over the flow of time.
Since the core objective of this simulated universe test is to study the celestial being Tayzyuros, its key time points have been pre-anchored.
When Qiong approaches these anchored important time nodes, the time flow rate adjustment permission will be invalidated. Even if he was in a high-speed time flow state before, he will automatically return to the normal flow rate as he gets closer to the anchor point.
Additionally, regarding the duration of Hoshida's existence, please refer to Article 53 of the detailed description of the earring fusion.
After fusion, the body remains in a normal time flow, while the fused entity enters a high-multiplier time flow region. The disintegration mechanism is triggered by two factors.
Basic time limit: No matter how long the consciousness has been, the fused body can only maintain the fused state for a maximum of 1 hour (physical perception time), and will definitely disintegrate when the time is up.
Mental load: Under high-speed time flow, consciousness may experience far more than 1 hour (several hours or even several days). When the accumulated time of consciousness reaches the mental limit that the mind cannot bear, it will also trigger disintegration.
In this situation, only 5 to 10 minutes may have passed in the outside world before the fused entity disintegrates due to mental stress, much earlier than the physical time limit of 1 hour.
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"No, are we just going to start cleaning the floor right away?"
Qiong sniffed, and the strange scent mixed in the wind entered her nostrils.
It was a deadly mixture of the pungent aroma of charred protein and the overwhelming, pungent smell of blood and rust. He squinted, his vision catching tiny fragments of carapace and the ash and dust from burning biomass floating high in the air, like a black snowfall.
"What about the preliminary exploration by the research vessel?"
Qiong's brows furrowed into a knot:
"Where's the mining ship? Has the resource point scan been done?"
"What about the colonization plan? No contingency plans were made?"
Starstar's purple eyes gleamed with the shrewd calculations of a capitalist:
"What if there are intelligent beings down there? It would be such a waste to just blow them up! Wouldn't it be better to capture them and enslave them?"
"Even if we can't be slaves, turning them into canned food filling or egg white blocks is still a form of resource recycling!"
"At the very least, we should at least have a draft, right? What if we get incredibly lucky and snag a rare talent like a 'psychic theorist' or an 'immortal leader'?"
Xingshida tapped her temples.
"Why insist on such a simple and brutal attack? Is it because we've reached our manpower limit? Or is the map just not good?"
"That's it!"
Xing Shida put her hands on her hips, her tone filled with disappointment and frustration:
"Can't we use some professional and efficient weapons to carry out ethnic cleansing?"
"Just use neutron annihilation! It's quick and clean, and you'll have all the corpses and buildings. In a few decades, you'll have another batch of high-quality raw materials for canning and colonization! If all else fails, you can lock them up with euthanasia angels and turn them into a zoo! What a waste! Such a waste!"
The two chatted back and forth, discussing the pros and cons of the fleet launching a direct attack on the planet, and extending the discussion slightly to efficient extermination and resource extraction plans for a possible intelligent race.
Its ruthless content, efficient logic, and professional terminology made the floating Black Tower and Screw Gum turn slightly green upon hearing it.
These two gray-haired creatures... no, now it's one gray-haired creature and one purple-haired creature, how can these be pioneers?
In the galaxy, this would be at least a Class A war criminal!
Even Ruan Mei stared blankly as the two discussed.
She felt that the two of them were a bit too extreme.
"How could you let her call you a Class A war criminal? You were defeated? What about your fleet? What about your Colossi? What about your army? What about your celestial meteorites, your incinerators?"
Where are your divine weapons? Where is your Void Engine? There's nothing there. If you're not a war criminal, then who is?
Qiong glanced at the Black Tower, who was complaining, and then lectured Xing Shida with a pained expression.
"oh--!"
Xing Si Da drew out her words as if she had just realized something.
She immediately turned around, walked directly to the black tower whose face was even greener, and stretched out her fair little hand with an expression that was a mixture of innocence and self-righteousness.
"Black Tower".
Her voice was clear and earnest, as if she were asking for experimental equipment:
"You're calling me a war criminal? Prove your evidence!"
"Now, immediately, right now! Send me some fleets to prove my innocence!"
"If all else fails... a Void Engine will do! I don't ask for much, just enough to blow up a star system to prove my identity!"
"..."
The facial expression module of Black Tower Dumpling has completely crashed.
She's a little worried now, will Xing's thinking affect her station manager?
She was still counting on Estádio to do chores for her!
May the robot head protect Aster from being led astray by Xing's thought process!
"No, get out!"
Black Tower Dumpling replied kindly.
"Tch, stingy."
Xingshida pouted.
Screw Gum & Ruan Mei: "..."
"Let's go, let's figure out a way to sneak in."
Qiong gave Xing Shida a wink, and the two of them abandoned their professional demeanor from when they were discussing efficient extinction, and once again pretended to be startled navigators.
Thanks to the identity template pre-loaded by the Black Tower, Qiong only needed to exert a little bit of his Masked Fool skills to naturally show a perfect balance of shock and professional seriousness on his face.
Infiltrating this army that was undergoing a purge and extracting some intelligence was not difficult for him.
He soon learned from the escorting soldiers that this was the army of the Hieledirin, or Hielin for short.
The commander's name is Mitry Volkov.
Qiong quickly searched her memory for various fan-made videos and anecdotes, confirming that she had no recollection of the name—it seemed to be no well-known figure.
Under the protection of the soldiers, Qiong and Xingshida were taken back to the interior of the army's massive starship.
The door to the bridge command room slid open, and a man in a crisp military uniform turned around.
"Welcome back, navigators."
Mitri's handsome face was adorned with a smile, his features were deep and three-dimensional, and his facial lines were distinct, but Director Qiong could see emptiness in his eyes.
"I hope those foolish and lowly bounty hunters haven't bothered you. My warriors are efficiently clearing out those annoying little bugs, and this planet will soon be my territory."
"When everything is over, I look forward to hearing your new poems, Qiong."
"It always brings a unique kind of comfort during this journey of conquest."
Qiong's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly. He subconsciously glanced at the black tower projection floating beside him, visible only to him and Xingshida, and gestured with his eyes:
This template has this kind of setting?
"Your profile shows that you are a navigator who writes poetry in your spare time, and perhaps that's what he appreciates."
Only Qiong and Xingshida could hear what the Black Tower was saying.
“Simulating the universe has its own logic. Creating a character out of thin air would cause too much interference. Replacing the existing data is the solution that causes the least disturbance to the calculation.”
Mitri was unaware of the silent exchange; he turned gracefully to face the enormous viewing window.
Outside the window, the surface of the planet below was still burning, the flames of the explosions like flowers blooming in hell.
He opened his arms, as if embracing the masterpiece he had created with his own hands:
"This is the necessary path for civilization to advance to a higher level, a magnificent movement composed by conquerors!"
Mitri's gaze locked onto Qiong once more, filled with undeniable expectation:
"I hope that your poems will forever etch my great deed of today!"
"no problem."
Qiong placed one hand on her chest.
Now I'm going to start reciting poetry.
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Volume One: Chapter 500 A cold wind blows through the Parasite Star System, war rages across the sky, and the Hopeful Spirit returns.
"A cold wind blows through the galaxy, and the flames of war rise to the sky as the spirits of the gods return."
At the foot of the Soul-Swept Mountain, the brain-worm sheds tears; the crickets and locusts roam northward.
Qiong's voice was like the clash of metal and stone as he stepped to the center of the command room.
"Ten thousand insects retreat on the upstream river, ten thousand tides cannot withstand the tears of laser light."
"Destiny dictates our conquest, civilization may regret, but I have no regrets."
The rhythm was as powerful as the beating of war drums, and the arched arms were waving, carrying an indomitable determination.
Each syllable was imbued with a joyful, disguised will; it was not like chanting, but more like a spiritual hammer blow that slammed into Mitri's heart!
Mitri trembled violently, a surge of scalding heat rushed from his chest to the top of his head, and his pupils burst forth with an unprecedented light.
"good--!!!"
Mitri slammed his hand on the control panel, the loud noise jarring in the silent command room. His voice was hoarse with excitement, yet filled with ecstatic joy:
"What a beautiful poem! What a beautiful poem!"
"Awe-inspiring! Powerful!"
The leader applauded, and the surrounding cadres were even more eager to clap their hands until they bled, in order to prove that their aesthetic tastes were the same as the leader's.
"Dome Navigator is awesome!"
"Awesome!"
It was the soldiers at the lowest level who expressed themselves in a down-to-earth way. They didn't understand much about literary style, but they just felt that the poem made them feel excited and full of energy.
"Thank you everyone, I am deeply grateful for your kindness, but I am truly unworthy of it."
Qiong bowed gracefully, like a superstar taking her final bow, a smile both sunny and scholarly playing on her lips, as if the poem she had just recited was merely something she had casually picked up: