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With just a glance, Ohm's spiritual energy and will spanned a distance of four light-years in an instant, followed the War Archon's inter-galactic brainwave communication equipment, and rushed directly into the Trisolaran home planet. In the mind of the sergeant responsible for arranging communications information.

As the communication equipment erupted with a burst of cold light, the communications sergeant suddenly stood up from his operating position. From his head, which was as smooth as a mirror, to the ends of every limb in his body, every part of his body was trembling.

Across the long and endless sea of ​​stars, it looked into those black eyes!

A strong feeling of coldness spread throughout its body.This feeling represents "rebirth" in the Trisolaran civilization, because the water is cold, and the water allows them to "soak" and recover after dehydration.

However, this cold feeling is completely different from precious and rare water, and the resurrection that represents new life!

It has no hearing, but at this moment it hears its own internal organs, emitting the ear-piercing scream produced by the twisting of metal.

It felt that its blood was coagulating and turning into a heavier and more viscous liquid. The organs in the body were decaying and dying amidst this heaviness, and it seemed that every cell was starting to move.

But this activity has nothing to do with its own will, just like a machine made of countless parts, and whether the machine operates or not also does not depend on itself.

The weirdness of this Trisolaran was immediately noticed by its superiors. The Trisolaran with a higher official position wrapped its limbs around the activation button of the small thermal energy weapon and said "loudly" in the brainwave network:

"Soldier, return to your post immediately. You are performing an extremely sacred mission! Don't be fooled by the anti-war rhetoric. The way out for our civilization can only be opened up through war!"

The correspondent didn't hear this. It just raised its head slightly and stared at the thick and dark ceiling for a long time. The trembling of its whole body became more intense and uncontrollable, and the sound of metal twisting from its body became more and more harsh.

The commander failed to get a response from the brainwave network for a long time, so he immediately sounded the alarm in the communication room. At the same time, he pointed the thermal weapon in his hand at the back of the correspondent and angrily shouted: "Do you want to defect?!"

Still no response.

The correspondent's trembling became more and more intense, and it seemed that every limb had escaped its control. It was slowly lifted up in frantic movements, and raised high to the sky that was sealed by layers of heat insulation boards and building materials.

There seemed to be flames burning in its photoreceptors, and wisps of light broke through the surface of the total reflection mirror, carving countless incomprehensible symbols and words on the ceiling of the communication room.

Finally, the commander received a brief signal from the correspondent's brain waves. This signal allowed the commander to confirm that the correspondent was not beguiled by the anti-war views.

Just plain crazy.

The signal is - "Praise the Sun".

The commander didn't know what to praise about the sun. The three stars in the Trisolaran Galaxy had brought nothing but endless pain and suffering to their civilization.

The heat that is enough to melt steel has turned the surface of the earth into a dead zone for life. The chaotic and ever-changing gravity has caused countless Trisolarans to be crushed into pieces in the violent changes in the earth's crust. The underground city that was finally built was destroyed in the chaotic era. Smoldered to ashes.

The Trisolarans never thanked the sun; they feared and hated the burning celestial body.

At this moment, the guards rushed into the interstellar communication room carrying thermal weapons, separated the correspondent from the other Trisolarans, and shouted sternly: "Correspondent Sergeant, you are committing a betrayal of the entire civilization. Serious crime! Stop all your activities immediately and turn around slowly!"

The correspondent ignored the movement behind it and looked up at the sky crazily. Its brainwaves were filled with incomprehensible language, and the words were arranged according to a certain rhythm.

This is a hymn, but it does not describe any matter that can be observed in the real universe, but praises the only shining light in the chaotic ocean composed of endless emotions, which is in the dark forest. The fire burning in...

That great being on the golden throne!

After confirming that there was no weapon in the correspondent's hand, the guards cautiously moved closer to it. They held an automatic restraint in the limb that was not holding a weapon and slowly stabbed the correspondent in the back.

Suddenly!The correspondent turned around suddenly, and its speed even exceeded the limit of the guard's reaction. The slender and flexible tentacles were tightly wrapped around the thermal weapons and automatic restraints, and the photoreceptors that shone brightly from the inside stared closely at him. Looking into the guard's eyes.

"see it?"

The correspondent's photoreceptor overflowed with black oil with a strange luster, and the fully mirrored skin on its head cracked like a dropped egg. Under the bewildered and frightened gaze of the guard, he said in the brainwave network: "You are civilized The setting sun, and the dawn of the human empire!”

The next moment, the skin on the correspondent's head bloomed like petals. There was no blood or flesh underneath, only a human skull made of metal!

This weird sight frightened the guard to the core. Just as it was about to struggle to escape from the correspondent, the ferocious metal skull opened its mouth, and glittering black oil poured out from its mouth, splashing directly on the It wrapped around the body of the guard.

The other guards immediately pulled the triggers of the thermal weapons, and streaks of incandescent arc light shot out from the grille-shaped muzzle. The arc light, which was enough to burn the Trisolarans into ashes, bombarded the shimmering black oil. , but not even a ripple was made.

On the contrary, the shimmering oil multiplied rapidly in the high heat, swallowing up the surrounding communication equipment and Trisolarans like a tsunami. Amidst the creepy friction sound of flesh and metal, it actively poured into the air circulation system, heading towards Spread to other cabins.

In the communication room covered with glittering oil, pitch-black metal skeletons stood up from the knee-deep oil, with blood-red machine soul fire dancing in their eyes. Their bodies were composed of machines and Trisolarans. Made of flesh and blood, you can even see pale muscle bundles twitching between their ribs.

The shimmering oil gently covered the metal skeletons like mother's hands, condensing into thick armor and huge weapons, carving golden holy words on their bodies, and a double-headed eagle rising from the forehead. Emerge with spread wings.

The metal skeletons looked at each other's new bodies. The memories of being Trisolarans guided their offensive actions, and the Emperor's glory and blessings infiltrated their spirits.

They know they have changed and are happy to accept the results.

These heavy and tall mechanical creations moved forward amidst the calls for help and screams from the brainwave network, unswervingly carrying out the mission given to them by that existence——

Burn the planet and kill the aliens!

As more and more heavy footsteps sounded from other cabins, more and more Trisolarans were fused with machines under the shimmering oil. Having given up their alien bodies, they accepted the destiny they were born with without hesitation. mission, thunderous war cries echoed in every cabin and every corner of this underground base.

"Praise the sun!"