Although Azathoth still couldn't remember how the durian cake became lemon-filled, at least he now understood the general cause and process of the incident.
On the other hand, the Zerg's nature is dominated by what is often called bestiality in human civilization. While their physical strength is immense, their civilizational development is exceptionally distorted. It seems that over the course of time, they have rarely been able to create a single entity that is entirely their own. Their core is always one of invasion, plunder, and integration. Perhaps this is also related to their unique social structure.
The inherent greed and urgent need for development and evolution have led to the Zerg having a bad relationship with any other intelligent race in the universe. In the past, they have won and lost the wars they have provoked. Human civilization is just another attempt in the long river of time.
Azathoth did not intend to comment on this. If Arthur had not run in front of him and jumped around, he would not have remembered that there was such a bug.
I don't know whether being completely ignored by him is a good thing or a bad thing, but judging from Arthur's behavior, maybe he still misses the life he had back then.
However, this has nothing to do with Azathoth. His kindness has always been directed at specific people. No matter how close their relationship was in the past, what could erase the passion more than the rewinding of time and faded memories?
So when Arthur curled up in fear and pain, looking up at him with that unfamiliar human face, Azathoth simply said: "It seems you don't know me well enough."
What a callous accusation.
Even though he was terrified to the point of being almost insane, this thought still arose in Arthur's mind.
If even he couldn't claim to understand the God before him, who else could claim this honor? Or, in other words, did He truly allow them to understand Him? Was even His once shallow warmth now a facade of coldness?
At the same time, he clearly realized that Azathoth would not hold back tonight.
Driven by his survival instinct, Arthur struggled and shouted, "Please, please wait a moment! Don't you have any interest in the skeletons under the deep sea of the Capital Planet?"
The black-cloaked god said nothing.
For a moment, Arthur thought He had given up His previous plan.
But the next second, the last bit of moonlight in the sky vanished from his sight, and the insect's eyes reflected a dark chaos like the beginning of the world. He had a mouth but could not speak, ears but could not hear, and his body fell straight down into the void, not knowing where it would go.
He felt like he might have yelled out loud, or he might not have.
But no one will hear it, and no one will care.
Only a single familiar voice pierced through the boundless darkness and fell into his ears: "Someone will find out the truth for me... I hope you can learn to be a little more obedient next time, Arthur."
This was the first time Azathoth called his name after an unknown amount of time.
This fact made Chongzi's hard heart and eyes feel rare sour for a moment, and unfamiliar guilt and pain arose in his chest, even though he had no idea what the "next time" in that sentence meant.
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At the same time, the battlefield on the sea of the capital planet Benosi showed a trend of continuous expansion.
No one could imagine how long the Zerg ruler had spent constructing this bizarre 'birthing chamber,' for no one could believe such vibrant life could one day sprout from a tomb devoid of sunlight. They drew nourishment from the sea and the skeletons, hiding quietly in the shadows cast by the behemoth until they could finally see the light of day.
It is equivalent to pulling the main battlefield located at the federal border to the capital planet in one go.
The problem is that there are a large number of armed forces stationed in the capital. Even if they have been continuously mobilizing to encircle the capital recently, it does not mean that they can find enough cutting-edge combat power now!
Individual Zerg soldiers have extremely strong combat capabilities. Their main battlefield is the universe. The atmosphere and gravity of the capital planet will have an impact on other Zergs, but now these vanguards were born and raised in the capital, and have evolved a body structure suitable for survival with amazing adaptability.
They also do not have the ability to think complexly, and rely on instinct to carry out the orders that Arthur left in their subconscious. They are like brainwashed warriors who still charge towards the human army stubbornly even in the face of violent wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
The power of nature was fully demonstrated by the Vatican that night. As the thunderstorm swept through, it seemed as if no living creature could escape. Countless people stared in shock at the sight of the devastating scene reflected in the dazzling golden eyes of the old man kneeling on the deck.
Large-scale lethal weapons developed by science and technology may not be able to achieve this level, but on the one hand, they are extremely difficult to use, and on the other hand, they will cause serious consequences such as polluting the environment and affecting the surrounding areas. In addition, it is difficult to say whether large-scale attack methods such as biological and chemical weapons are effective against these insects that come out of the sea.
And now the old man's prayer alone almost had the effect of a small nuclear bomb.
Antonio was temporarily deafened by the loud noise, but he saw the consul next to him opening and closing his mouth, and his lip shape seemed to be saying: Is it over?
Countless people are silently pondering this question.
They stared at the sea, looking at the motionless white corpses, wondering whether the lightning could cause a devastating blow to the Zerg below.
Soon, the facts gave them the answer.
The first insect of unknown species, with a hard snail-like shell and a diameter of at least five meters, surfaced for the first time. Only then did people see its true appearance. The creature had a gelatinous body and sturdy forelimbs like a mantis. At the very front of the shell, a vague but human-like face was revealed.
The lightning seemed to have frightened it severely, and it had also sustained minor injuries, but the wounds did not affect its desire to move forward or its ability to move. Two pairs of bony wings, tinged with an ominous blood color, stretched from the sheaths on its back. Wings were perhaps one of the limbs it had rarely used before. It staggered across the lightning, darting along the surface of the water, quickly adjusting to the feeling of flying through the air.
The insect made a sharp chirp, as if calling its companions.
A few seconds later, water bubbles appeared on the sea surface one after another, and more and more of its companions poked their heads out from the shelter, spread their wings, and rushed into the sky against the storm.
Amidst the chaos, a fighter jet opened fire on the insects. The blazing, brilliant flames dimmed like a dying spark amidst the thunder and lightning. The fire pummeled the insects' shells, leaving dense pits. Some of the fire struck their soft tissues, spurting out strangely colored blood. However, these wounds quickly healed.
There are currently three mechas stationed on the federal capital planet.
This is one of humanity's most cutting-edge scientific achievements, and one of the things humanity relies on to compete with the Zerg in the universe. Even during the war, it is strictly controlled, and not everyone has the opportunity to see or use it.
Unlike supernatural powers, mechas aren't simply stamped with ownership. They're tools that anyone can learn to use, yet they're also lethal weapons that can be stolen, plagiarized, or even used against them. For the nation's leaders, the once-secret issue of bionic humans has become an unmentionable pain. That battlefield set back the research and application of artificial intelligence by hundreds of years, leaving them feeling a pang of fear, and even more wary of these machines that can't be integrated with their arms.
Conservatism isn't a derogatory term, but it often contradicts development. During wartime, the presence of the Church, the use of divine arts, and supernatural powers are concrete manifestations of the saying "don't put all your eggs in one basket."
Then again, of these three mechas, one is now in the hands of the military, and the owner is Marshal Gongger, who has single-handedly delayed his retirement age.
It serves as a deterrent to the Holy See and is strictly controlled. Its symbolic significance outweighs its practical application.
The last one is in the hands of Defense Minister Antonio, who is the last and strongest line of defense protecting Governor Sabrina Guevera.
Now the man was stroking the small starter in his hand, but he had no intention of jumping out to reverse the situation.
His mission is to protect Sabrina, and any slight deviation in decision-making could lead to disastrous consequences.
The fact is, anyone can die heroically on the battlefield, except Sabrina.
The battle fell into a visible stalemate.
Thunderstorms could pin most Zergs close to the surface, preventing them from taking serious damage, but they also didn't dare to fly higher into the water. Occasionally, some Zergs would reach a high enough altitude to be killed with overwhelming firepower.
But this is not a long-term solution.
Human power has its limits after all. The thunder and lightning will eventually stop, the Pope will fall asleep again, and the army and the Zerg will eventually have a face-to-face battle.
Antonio looked up at the sky, as if he could penetrate the atmosphere and see the battleship-class spacecraft parked outside.
They are solid fortresses and mobile weapon depots, but they can hardly play a breakthrough role inside a single planet unless they are prepared to raze the entire planet to the ground.
Marshal Gongger's 'Juliet' mecha will arrive soon.
By then, the two mechas plus the army's support might be able to eliminate the enemy at a certain cost...
Antonio calculated in his mind and couldn't help frowning. It was not convenient for him to do it himself, unless -
Sabrina Guevera gestured to him with her hands behind her back.
Antonio's pupils shrank, and he immediately understood what the consul meant: prepare for battle.
"But what about your safety?" He asked reflexively, then realized that other people couldn't hear his voice at all.
Sabrina's expression remained calm, almost hard, and her profile looked like a stiff marble statue in the white electric light.
The two people in the helicopter did not communicate further because they both knew that there was only one choice in this situation.
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