Chapter 218: Although she has no parents, she still has me! I can completely

I fucking told you to eradicate them! I told you to eradicate them!

You treat my words as idle talk, don't you?

I told you to handle Yun Sheng! You gave me a Yunxiao instead! Are you going to come up with a Yun Tian next? Yun Duan! Yun atmosphere!!

In the room, an old man with white hair but full of vigor was scolding a middle-aged man in splendid attire without saving face, while the latter merely lowered his head, enduring the scolding.

Anyone can see their relationship clearly; it's obviously a father scolding his son.

At this moment, the middle-aged man looked down at his angry father with a subdued gaze, offering a helpless rebuttal.

I really don't know how a little girl like her managed to survive so long in the Insect Tide disaster zone!

Besides, Dad, Yun Sheng was someone you released back then; if anyone failed to eradicate them completely, it should be you.

Shut up!

It's only natural for me to discipline my son! I repeatedly warned you because I made a mistake back then!

The old man was very domineering, his beard bristling with anger.

Now Xiao Hai has been seized by Yuan Lao Tou's grandson; we can't rescue him—what should we do?

He had fought Yuan Lao Tou his whole life, single-handedly bolstered his family, seized half of the Federation's territory, firmly suppressed Yuan Lao Tou, thinking he could keep him down forever, never expecting that this old man's ambition surpassed his own.

He never imagined that Yuan Lao Tou's grandson would directly lead people to secede; the Federation's current split is largely due to that old man stirring trouble, at least that's what he believes.

In his view, the Federation's commoners ought to be honestly oppressed by him, drained of their fat and marrow, with not even a hint of resistance.

In his eyes, Yuan Lao Tou's kind are the very embodiment of reactionaries, a signal to oppose him!

Yet now he is still wholeheartedly nurturing Yunxiao, the last scion of the Yun clan, even capturing his grandson alive, suffering setbacks everywhere that almost made him drop dead on the spot.

Now Yuan Lao Tou deliberately leaked the news that Yun Sheng isn't dead to that Yunxiao; with her talent, she'll surely come stirring trouble before long.

The key is, that old thing's released news is completely fake! I personally killed Yun Sheng—how could I not know?!

That old thing spreading rumors like this is just to use Yunxiao to get us killed, right?

As the words fell, father and son fell into silence together; this matter weighed on them like a mountain, and if not handled well, they would surely be the ones to die in the near future.

Why not.... try to win her over?

Although she has no parents, she still has me! As long as she can forget her hatred, I can completely be her guide for life!

After saying that, the middle-aged man felt as if a gentle breeze blew over, his brain's folds instantly smoothed, as if he had attained sublimation.

The old man looked at his son with an expression of looking at a fool.

Anyone who could say that must have had both cerebellum and cerebrum shrink; the saying 'a patricide's feud admits no coexistence'—you've surely heard it before, right?

Now the only method is to kill Yunxiao in advance; otherwise, even if we win her over, we must keep a guard against her in the future, lest she stab us in the back.

Don't waste time on nonsense; secretly gather a team, call in the army's strongest Intelligent Machine Master, and the three of us will go take her out.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, thought briefly, and realized this seemed the best solution.

Rather than wait for the enemy to grow strong and come kill us, we might as well take them out now.

Let's see if we can rescue my grandson.

If you can't rescue him, you'd better pull yourself together and train up a new character.

The other side is like a discarded pawn, easily cast aside; in wealthy families, blood ties are merely tools for inheritance rights—once they lose utility, they're no different from scrap.

Meanwhile, humans are still pondering how to fight among themselves, but the Intelligent Machine Empress and the Insect Disaster Empress are different.

The two great disasters share Gestalt thinking; only a few core high‑level individuals possess the ability to think, and this authority is entirely granted by the rulers at the very center of the swarm.

The absolute concentration of thought power means every order they issue is carried out completely, without the slightest defiance.

Nowadays, both the Insect Disaster and the Intelligent Machine are secretly gathering strength, while humans have not the slightest awareness of it.

Within the massive interstellar insect nest, the gigantic worm's body is threaded with countless muscle fibers, twisting and forming cocoons.

This is the larval form of the Starry Sky Insect Emperor; its birth signifies that the Insect Tide has fully entered the space‑nest phase and no longer relies on organic supplementation.

The offspring spawned by the Starry Sky Insect Emperor gain the ability to devour inorganic matter; only then does the Insect Disaster become a truly terrifying catastrophe capable of racing across the universe!

As the muscle fibers continually twist onto the worm's body, a huge cocoon appears inside the insect nest.

The Starry Sky Insect Emperor is six months away from unfurling its wings.

Meanwhile, in the Intelligent Machine Legion, they have self‑iterated to an extremely terrifying degree; in the starry void they have already built a precise, enormous space dock, and a colossal Intelligent Machine Vajra is being assembled in orderly fashion.

Each component, crafted by the Intelligent Machine's hand, is rolled out and pieced together onto the Vajra's frame; should this colossal object be truly completed, it could smoothly breach humanity's defenses and directly execute the Purge Plan.

Intelligent Machine disasters come in many varieties; the sole aim of the Mad Intelligent Machine is to exterminate all sentient beings capable of independent thought, even if they belong to the Intelligent Machine species.

But the most important thing is not this immensely powerful prosthetic Vajra, but rather the distant, extraordinarily strange gravitational restraint device.

They.... are actually manufacturing black holes.

Although they cannot be called true black holes, their physical properties can approach those of a normal black hole without limit.

And this black hole can actually be called a 'sub‑black hole,' even a 'sub‑sub black hole.'

It does not require the infinite density of a normal black hole; even one‑thousandth of the density needed for black‑hole formation is enough to achieve it.

This is what the Intelligent Machine, after countless self‑calculations, self‑iterations, and simulations, has found as the quickest and most convenient way to wipe out all sentient life.

The Intelligent Machine's constant iterative capability is truly terrifying; this thing that defies the laws of physics is something humanity could never develop quickly.

This is a deadly poison.... arsenic for humanity, a disaster for all sentient beings in the cosmos.

Yet even amid countless iterations, the Intelligent Machine Empress has once encountered a problem she could not solve.

She got lost in that special Intelligent Machine database....

(Alright! Riddle time! All the information has been explained! Ask yourself how the male lead ended the simulation this time? This ending remains just as unfathomable to all you adoptive fathers, ginseng has this confidence!)