Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

scream.

howling.

kill.

Crying and the desperate howls of losing a fellow disciple mixed with the screams of the dead.

Numerous practitioners used magic treasures and Fa Jue to struggle desperately to the death.

They are powerless to change the established destiny.

Practitioners will be cleaned up, wiped out, and wiped out together with the values ​​that are not suitable for the survival of the multiverse.

The development trajectory of civilization needs to be re-corrected.

The empire will never allow extraordinary to rule mankind again.

"Why kill us? Who are you?"

A practitioner shouted.

It's a pity that no one gave him an answer. The killing machine equipped with anti-phantom energy device emitted dozens of rays of light, piercing through his immortal platform and primordial spirit, completely obliterating him.

"Give me my life, I would do anything.

There are also practitioners begging for mercy, but to no avail.

They didn't know that the supreme figures of the Immortal Emperor and Daozu level had long since refused to compromise.

The killing machine didn't care about their begging for mercy, it just coldly executed the killing program that had been set up, and cleaned up all the practitioners one by one.

The peaceful and glorious Lingxuanzong is now full of dead bodies.

All of them were high-ranking practitioners in the past.

Wang Lin's body was shaking.

In the past, the noble practitioners who looked down on mortal ants were mercilessly massacred by the mysterious black-armored creature.

These fairy masters are no longer as extraordinary as they used to be.

In front of the black-armored warrior and those mysterious metal creations, they screamed and twitched like pigs and dogs slaughtered in the village.

There is nothing noble about it.

The majestic and magnificent Lingxuan Mountain Gate and the practice palace in the past were all burned to the ground.

The magical medicine and the immortal beasts were cleaned up one by one.

If these things spread out, I'm afraid it will drive countless practitioners crazy.

Now it's all destroyed and disposed of like weeds and pigs and dogs.

Creatures with extraordinary powers were wiped out, and only mortals survived.

Facing the horror brought by the machinery and the black-armored creatures, all mortals knelt down in fear.

They dare not even run away.

The long-term rule of practitioners has made all mortals understand that running away is fruitless.

It will only lead to more cruel teasing and abuse by the other party.

Like a dog without dignity, it's the best way to live

Those who were chosen because of their spiritual roots were also trembling at this time, for fear that the other party's anger would fall on them.

Those cultivators who were aloof just now are all corpses now.

They, the chosen spiritual root owners, are afraid that the ending will be very tragic.

If the opponent kills them with their hands, I'm afraid that all of them together will be useless.

The bodies of all mortals are trembling, waiting in fear for the final judgment of fate.

However, the sharp sword that slaughtered the practitioners never fell on them.

Exuding a faint blue light, the mechanical creations suspended in the sky did not project the light of death onto them.

After beheading the last practitioner, the black-armored warrior returned.

Everyone was ordered to get off the suspended airship.

After the cultivator died, the imperial machinery controlled those spaceships and maintained their operation.

Avoid too many innocent deaths due to this purge.

With the empire's in-depth research on psionic energy, it is still very simple to control the magic weapon of practitioners.

Countless people crowded together, bustling and bustling, making all kinds of noisy sounds.

They reeked of sweat mixed with excrement.

When the wind blows, this smell can spread for dozens of miles.

Lingxuanzong brought over hundreds of age-appropriate people from all dynasties, and tested them here.

This should have been a complicated job.

Practitioners simplified it with bloody means.

People must bring their own food and water, otherwise they may starve to death.

You also have to solve the problem of defecation by yourself.

What they have to do is to stuff all those mortals into the spaceship like sardines, and transport them from various places.

After the quiz is over, throw those people back.

As for how many people will die on the way, the immortal masters of Lingxuanzong don't care about this.

Mortals are like grass, and they are mortal.

As long as the surviving people have enough children, it is enough to maintain a huge population base.

The black-armored warrior suspended in the sky and took off his helmet.

Black hair and black eyes, a broad face with an unattainable nobility.

"He is no different from us" ~. "Wang Lin, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the other person's face and thought in his heart.

The same face, but the other person is taller, with very bright eyes, containing wisdom and perseverance.

There is no those terrible fairy lights, and there is no aloofness that treats ordinary people like nothing.

Scanning the kneeling human race, the warrior's eyes showed a trace of pity and sympathy

His noble demeanor made him look like someone who slaughtered an entire sect of cultivation.

Wang Lin looked at the other party until his father tugged at his worn clothes.

"Look no more, fool, he's going to kill us.

Wang Tie's tone was full of panic.

He didn't want his stupid son to die in front of him like this.

He is desperate for his life.

Now, his only request is that even if Wang Lin dies, he should try his best not to die in front of him.

Not a cultivator, Wang Lin's fate has already been doomed.

They are poor people enslaved by dynasties, gangs, and merchants.

Not being able to become a practitioner means that the rest of life is farming and paying money.

And have another baby with another poor woman.

Live as long as you can, until the woman dies, or can't live anymore.

Those children were raised like pigs and dogs.

The huge population will keep the dynasty corrupt and unbearable.

To maintain the extravagant life of practitioners' families and relatives.

Everything is low-grade, only practice is high.

One person practices, the whole family enjoys happiness.

Wang Lin didn't speak anymore, he lowered his stupid gaze, trembling like his father.

The black-armored warrior didn't deliberately hide his disappointment.

The excessive pursuit of psionic energy has caused a serious value deflection in this world.

The strength of individual force makes it impossible for the resentment and anger at the bottom to form a powerful change.

Practitioners born in misery will eventually become supporters of this twisted system.

After all, their family members and parents become the most honorable people in one leap.

Women, wealth, are all numbers.

Even the humblest cultivator can enjoy those mortal women at will without paying any price.

Such a situation is not an isolated case in Feixian civilization, but a common phenomenon.

The two classes, practitioners and mortals, have been alienated into completely different individuals.

In the world of Shinto practice where Confucianism and Buddhism prevail, the situation is better, but not much better.

The so-called magic way and ghost way, which are improved by refining various desperate emotions, really can't bear to look directly at them.

Its horror is comparable to the reincarnation of the main god space.

Every ghost cultivator and demon cultivator is a terrifying existence that surpasses the pity of blood.

For painful and bloody torture techniques, it can be called the pinnacle.

"`" You will accept the transformation of the empire. All men and women over the age of 18 will be incorporated into the temporary army. Children under the age of ten and their mothers will be exempted from this regulation. With the help of the empire, the world will be rebuilt .

"Any history and legends of the past will be banned, and anyone who violates this will be executed.""

"From now on, you are not allowed to kneel to anyone. You can choose to fight. Even if you die, you are never allowed to kneel, otherwise you will be executed. Now all stand up, in the name of the leader, after ten breaths Anyone who has not stood up will be executed immediately."5

The warrior puts away the grief and sympathy he has suffered for those who suffer, and adorns his voice with coldness.

These people still have a chance of redemption.

But redemption is not carried out with benevolence. Only strong measures can restore the dignity and self-confidence of these suffering people.

Understand that all people are created equal.

Understand that they can have many ways to realize their own value, instead of being bound and denied by the so-called spiritual roots and so-called practice.

The cold voice made Wang Lin and the others dare not disobey in the slightest, and they all stood up in horror.

Those metal creations that can emit thousands of red rays of light are suspended above their heads.

Just now, they have seen the power (good Li's) of those rays of light.

Those practitioners were easily harvested like grass.

No one dared to resist the order of the black armored warrior.

They were all terrified that they would die from it.

"Now, everyone obeys the robot's arrangement to clean up and work. Don't try to have any disobedience, or death will come in an instant.""

Leaving such a sentence, the soldier turned and left.

He still has combat missions, so he can't waste too much time on these suffering people.

The whole world is to be cleaned up for the next stage of planning.

Let Feixian universe enter the real era of doomsday.

Use the technological power of the empire to erase those so-called immortals and practitioners, and reshape the development path of this civilization.

The remodel went quickly and quickly.

Various towering steel buildings and heavy element fusion reactors were erected in a few days.

Relying on a large number of robots, the mountain where Lingxuanzong is located has been built into a steel world

The first batch of imperial supplies arrived soon.

"Are all these things for me?" Wang Lin looked at the things in his hand in disbelief, and asked a silver robot.

"Yes, reformer, these clothes and creatures are yours. 35

The voice of the robot is cold and mechanical, without the slightest emotion.