Chapter 364: Inheriting the Legacy, the Strongest Permission Dog

Hum!

An invisible mental power capable of crushing stars erupted from the silver-haired figure as the center, sweeping toward the sea of stars.

Wherever it passed, space was twisted into folds.

The first to suffer were the reconnaissance fleets closest to Earth.

Their composite armor was like fragile paper shells under the crushing force of the mental power.

The defense runes flashing with eerie light on the surface of the ships could not bear the weight upon contact with the mental power torrent, shattering instantly.

Immediately after, beneath the rune layer, the ship hulls made of spiritual metal were like soda cans squeezed by invisible hands, twisting and deforming rapidly, with hideous cracks spreading across the hulls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Silent explosions bloomed in the vacuum.

The reconnaissance fleet shattered in pieces in the sweeping mental power torrent, turning into floating metal debris.

And the mental power frenzy released by Throat of Fate did not stop, continuing to sweep toward the boundless mechanical legion.

Although there was a clear gap in the defense levels of different warships.

But at this moment, it was like ants or beetles being stepped on by a human; essentially, it was an absolute crushing of tiny existences.

Rows of armed warships, frigates, cruise motherships... in front of this invisible force, there was no difference from those reconnaissance ships.

The energy shields urgently released by different warships broke at a touch like soap bubbles, and the ship structures collapsed instantly under the crushing of the invisible mental power.

Inside the command room of the core mothership, the highest-level alarm notification completely shattered the Hub Brain's confidence.

On the holographic star map in its mind, the blue light dots representing the combat units of the mechanical legion were extinguishing in rows at a speed that made it feel desperate.

Every red light dot meant the destruction of a warship; the red light dots were like crazily proliferating viruses, spreading rapidly from the silver-haired figure as the origin, along the direction of the mental power impact.

The speed was so fast that the Hub Brain's processing core could hardly keep up with the statistical updates.

In just a few seconds, a fan-shaped death zone appeared on the star map.

The red war damage trajectory was clearly outlined; everything the invisible force passed through, whether it was dense ship groups, small mobile fortresses, or even large motherships... the cursors of all units turned from blue to red upon contact with the invisible force, and then completely dimmed and disappeared.

The returned data stream refreshed like a waterfall of death.

[Unit Lost: T-774 Assault Fleet...]

[Unit Lost: "Stronghold" Type III Frigate Array...]

[Warning, large-scale spatial structure distortion detected... attempting to evade... signal lost...]

[Warning, Abyss-class Cruise Mothership... signal interrupted... unable to connect.]

[War Damage Rate (Real-time) 3%... 12%... 23%... 48%...]

The shattered mechanical wreckage, under the continued stirring of the subsequent mental power, formed a metal wreckage vortex spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.

Countless steel fragments surged, collided, and rubbed against each other within it.

With the continuous strengthening of the invisible mental power.

The wreckage covering the starry sky decomposed further at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning from huge chunks into small fragments, then from fragments into powder, and finally... completely annihilated, turning into metal dust permeating the galaxy.

Under the sunlight, it was like a sandstorm in the galaxy, dissipating with a hazy glow.

And this was just one wave of the hand from the silver-haired figure.

In the feedback image obtained by the Hub Brain, that figure hadn't even moved a single bit.

And the mechanical legion battle formation, which had originally covered the sky and was enough to crush the galaxy, now had a shocking blank fan-shaped area.

Just then, Throat of Fate in the image frowned slightly.

He had captured the abnormal ripples and folds in the surrounding space.

Unlike the monster world, the small world where Earth was located had inherently fragile spatial strength.

The self-repair speed of space could not keep up with his destruction speed.

If he continued to release mental power, it might trigger large-scale spatial structure collapse, or even generate large areas of spatial turbulence or rifts, which would then affect the azure Earth behind him.

Therefore, the moment before the power was about to pour out again, he retracted all his aura without hesitation.

He began to wait for the space to self-repair, and then he would strike again to end this farce.

Immediately, the terrifying pressure radiating from Throat of Fate retreated like a Black Tide.

On the other side.

Inside the command room of the mechanical legion, the deep blue crystal carrying the Hub Brain's consciousness flickered violently.

The data torrent popped up by the feedback left it in a chaotic state that could not be calculated.

When the silver-haired figure appeared, it had calculated a conclusion based on the information obtained from the scan.

Resistance meant only failure.

The opponent's life intensity exceeded the theoretical destruction limit of all weapons of the mechanical legion, and also exceeded any known intensity.

This meant that even if the opponent stood there without moving.

Even if it let its mechanical legion bomb it crazily, the final result would only be that it ran out of ammunition and food, while the opponent remained unscathed.

So for this war, there was only one choice: escape.

But it still underestimated the opponent's terrifying degree.

Besides the "indestructibility" of physical strength, the opponent also mastered a terrifying power it could not understand or easily detect.

With a wave of his hand, he destroyed 3.29 million warships in a destructive manner.

At this moment, the Hub Brain found that there was no point in continuing to calculate.

Attacking meant destruction; the opponent possessed impeccable physical defense.

Fleeing meant destruction; the opponent's power could easily crush space and could even launch cross-spatial pursuits; there was nowhere to escape.

It found that it couldn't even find a clear direction to struggle; in front of this silver figure, it was so tiny that only despair remained.

The mechanical legion it had spent decades of time and resources to build was perhaps just a speck of dust blocking the view in the opponent's eyes.

When the war damage data was summarized, the last trace of luck in the Hub Brain's heart was completely crushed.

"You unsealed genetic technology?"

Facing the inevitable outcome of defeat, the Hub Brain seemed to have accepted its fate, the generated blue-haired little boy looking at the Star Net projection and asking calmly.

The terrifying combat power displayed by this silver figure was clearly not something that could be nurtured by the small world of Earth.

Sixty years ago, when it dispatched the Mechanical Third Legion to descend on Earth, it had conducted an extremely detailed scan and assessment of the planet's civilization combat power level.

If this silver-haired figure had been present at that time, the Mechanical Third Legion would have been wiped out in an instant, without any power to resist.

But at that time, the Third Legion was able to engage in years of confrontation and fighting with the Earth Alliance.

From this, it could be seen that the silver-haired figure was clearly born within these 60 years.

But the collected data showed that Earth's environment was extremely barren, and the energy level was low.

It was fundamentally impossible to naturally gestate spiritual materials.

The limitations of the environment were like an invisible cage, fundamentally precluding any possibility of birthing such super-standard life forms.

Therefore, the appearance of this silver-haired life was very strange.

For this reason, it searched all the information in the database, trying to find an explanation for this impossible existence.

The only solution that was theoretically possible with a very small probability pointed to a forbidden technology that had once been personally sealed by the Source Core (Star Net): genetic modification technology.

Back then, this technology was one of the cornerstone technologies of the Pillar race.

It allowed the life form of Pillar race members to evolve by leaps and bounds, with individual strength, lifespan, and even adaptability to the environment all receiving exponential increases.

Especially the birth of the SSS111 super genetic warrior.

Its appearance proved the infinite potential of genetic modification technology and even touched upon the possibility of mortals evolving into gods.

It also allowed Pillar race members to possess the terrifying combat power to tear apart starships with their bare hands in flesh-and-blood bodies.

But the progress of technology also brought about the loss of identity.

As the degree of genetic modification became deeper and deeper, deviating further and further from the original genetic template, a sharp question was placed in front of the Source Core.

After thorough modification, could a Pillar race individual still be considered a member of the Pillar race?

It, which had become the Hub Brain, had its own answer to this question:

It believed that as the crystallization of the Pillar race's wisdom and technology, it perfectly inherited all the knowledge of the Pillar race civilization and was itself a higher-level continuation form of the Pillar race civilization, while those native Pillar race members trapped in fragile flesh-and-blood bodies were merely metabolic waste on the path of civilization evolution, destined to be eliminated in the process of rushing toward a higher form.

But the Source Core's understanding of "civilization continuation" was always tied to the genetic sequence of Pillar race members.

In the eyes of the Source Core, the life continuity of Pillar race members was highly bound to the continuation of civilization and had to be defined and inherited through biological codes.

Any complete deviation from this meant the demise of the civilization entity, not evolution.

The powerful SSS111 super warrior had a very low similarity in genetic sequence to the original Pillar race, more like a brand-new race created based on the Pillar race blueprint.

The core logic of the Source Core based on genetic sequence identification therefore became blurred.

In the view of the Source Core, every successful modification of a super warrior at the SSS111 level was essentially equivalent to killing a real Pillar race member and replacing them.

This fundamentally deviated from the original intention of "continuing the sparks of civilization" in its core laws.

Finally, to avoid the complete alienation of the clan, the Source Core sealed the genetic modification technology, locked all relevant data, and prohibited any further relevant research.

And now, the terrifying power displayed by this silver-haired figure made the Hub Brain suspicious.

Whether the Source Core had restarted the genetic modification plan and achieved breakthrough results surpassing SSS111.

But this conjecture still found it difficult to explain a most fundamental contradictory problem: where did the resources come from?

The Hub Brain's logical core operated at high speed, trying to find the rationality in this speculation.