Chapter 272: Progenitor (2)

Progenitor Mages lived in the golden age of Magic, a world born for Mages, where Magic Energy was inexhaustible. To put it in perspective, whether it is Luo Qi himself, who luckily possesses A-Grade Telepathy, Du Zhengyi, the God of War of the Qionglin, or even all the Venerables still alive today, they would only be considered circus magicians in front of the Mages of the golden age.

In the legends of Mages, Progenitor Mages could cast off the shackles of death and shift the positions of the stars. They are the origin of human gods; they are the past, the present, and the future—the eternal god of the trinity. Mages are not particularly poetic, nor do they have much imagination, but Mages firmly believe in these seemingly ethereal legends. Because this legend is the source of everything, the source of Magic, and the source of the Mages' existence. Even everything Mages rely on for survival comes from the arrangements of the Ancestors. After all, there must be an Ancestor to arrange all of this.

Luo Qi dared not imagine what kind of Magic a Progenitor Mage would use to shock the Alien creatures—would it be floods, wildfires, or cataclysms? However, it is also possible that the Progenitor Mage had long grown tired of formalism; he might stand at the entrance of the Pyramid, snap his fingers like a certain purple man with a square chin, and half of the Alien creatures would collapse and twitch on the ground.

Luo Qi's associations flew off in a colorful, wild tangent; at this glorious historical moment, he truly wished Du Zhengyi could see it too. If only Du Zhengyi weren't so narrow-minded and unwilling to have more mental connections with him, he could drag Du Zhengyi in right now to take a look at their ancestors together.

Luo Qi's thoughts jumped incessantly, his emotions remained high, and he forgot all the messy troubles in his heart, fully intent on remembering every detail before him to tell Du Zhengyi and Majiang later.

The Alien creatures' emotions were far more turbulent than his, boiling like a Volcano, and the Queen suddenly issued a signal to charge. The Alien legion jumped off the tree trunks, their feet finally touching the earth, and they rushed out of the woods and into the clearing where only shallow grass grew.

Luo Qi felt a hint of bad luck, but Alien creatures were not the sentimental type; the turbulent group reaction had already suppressed any space for fear.

The circular patch of shallow grass in the woodland remained dry amidst the torrential rain; the Barrier in the sparse woods drove away the dark clouds and rainfall, but it did not block the invasion of the Alien creatures. Successfully stepping onto the dry grass and invading the "enemy's" territory made the Alien creatures surge with excitement; the agitation caused by this initial victory was transmitted through the Yajian, like the sound of scratching metal, irritating Luo Qi's nerves and making him shrink his neck in his imagination.

The Queen was also charging into the fray; although the Mental Network vaguely recorded several genocides brought about by gods, she was, after all, too young and had not yet experienced failure. After making the decision to fight the decisive battle, she turned a blind eye to history. Luo Qi read a reckless confidence in her subconscious that she herself had not noticed; she believed she was the generation of Queens that would create miracles, that she would unify all tribes, that she would create an unprecedented empire, that she would be the King of Kings, and that she would be the Emperor of the Ages!

Luo Qi clearly read her subconscious; if consciousness could condense into words, Luo Qi would have read a term he was very familiar with between the lines—"chuunibyou."

Aside from chuunibyou, there was no more fitting term to describe this young and strong Queen.

Luo Qi witnessed the superiority of the Alien lifeforms, but at this moment, he also saw where their problem lay. Because they shared a mental connection, they formed a massive brain; the IQ level of this brain was quite high, far higher than that of modern humans and higher than that of modern Mages, but this big brain had a bottleneck: their decision-making mechanism.

The decisions of the Alien tribe were made by only one consciousness, and even if this consciousness was the most powerful one born from the survival of the fittest, since it was a biological consciousness, it inevitably possessed the weaknesses of human nature. She would be excited, hateful, arrogant, and prone to risk-taking. High-speed thinking ability paired with a single decision-making body, with no opportunity for balance or correction, meant the result of the decision would certainly not be very good.

Luo Qi turned these thoughts over as the Queen stopped her sprint and glared at the door opening on the Pyramid. A person stood in the shadows behind the door, and Luo Qi's attention was instantly seized, no longer thinking about the biological characteristics or social structure of others. He became excited, terrified that the Queen would suffer from amnesia or a lapse in memory at this critical point.

This moment of waiting was incredibly long, and Luo Qi was anxious to the point of desperation. Fortunately, the thing he was anxious about did not happen; the Queen's memory was as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

A person walked out of the open door on the Pyramid. Luo Qi looked over through the Queen's eyes and immediately realized that his body in the natural world was experiencing rising blood pressure, a racing heart, and ears ringing like drums. Luo Qi had never been so stimulated in his life and nearly fainted.

Luo Qi secretly felt that even if it were Du Zhengyi walking out of the Pyramid, he would not have been so stimulated.

A black creature stood at the entrance of the Pyramid, about two meters tall, clad in black armor; the armor was definitely biological. Yes, yes, that meant the armor was a shell that had grown out. The eyes were narrow and long, the mouthparts were indistinct, and several tentacles extended from under the chin. The physique was also Level 1, with a slim waist, long legs, and broad shoulders.

Fuck it—Luo Qi cursed in his consciousness, dumbfounded.

What is this? A tall Alien?