Chapter 51 Tide

If it was Deng Baoying who stood in front of him today, the false god would probably think carefully about the countermeasures.

But unfortunately, it was Lynx who led the starship attack.

No matter how strong and immortal it is, it is not like Deng Baoying, who can evolve from the term "human".

And as long as Lynx is still human, it is not an existence of the same order of magnitude as the false god - even Deng Baoying can only barely defeat it. She came here alone, simply not taking this "false god" who can turn the two star systems upside down in an instant seriously.

——"So, you will die."

The hypocritical voice echoed over the entire fallen city, floating above the sounds of gunfire, like sticky tentacles climbing up the towering buildings, with a sweet, relaxed, and plain meaning, as if he was just talking to the lynx about a casual topic between friends.

The voice was clearly not loud, but very clear, so clear that the pilots in the battleships, the members of the task force, and even Guan Buhui and Captain Rabbit Ears in the secret room all raised their heads and looked towards the highest point in the city.

The drones circled around the highest rooftop in the city and fought endlessly with the military equipment originally stationed in the M31 galaxy. The artillery fire poured down like it was free, and the whole city was submerged in the flames of war.

Because the downtown square was too crowded, the team members of the special training base were worried about causing a large number of casualties, and they were timid when they took action.

Those citizens who were mentally polluted were like statues standing still, standing in a daze in the sea of ​​people, only knowing to numbly repeat the doctrines instilled in them by the hypocrisy, and turning a deaf ear to the sound of artillery fire and even the chaotic war outside. Those team members tried to forcibly evacuate them, but ultimately failed.

Under the will of the false god, more citizens swarmed to block the passage port and the main roads of the city, and even the orbital channels of satellites. The crowds were surging and stagnant like a city wall, and those large vehicles could not drive in at all. Once they were forced to crush through, there would be countless casualties.

"Captain!! Those supply starships are blocked in the passage port!!"

"The entrances to those evacuation passages are blocked by the crowd! Forced evacuation is impossible!"

"The contaminated citizens are not aggressive, but have a certain assimilation effect... After standing in the crowd for half an hour, even the team members will feel dizzy!"

"High-pressure water guns are being equipped, but the effect may still be small..."

"......"

"See, I told you."

The false god chuckled softly, "The longer you stay here, the harder it will be to remove my spiritual pollution from these lambs' brains. The influence that 'God' brings to the world is irreversible, and the changes caused by his followers are the same - you should know the most, right? How did your arm break?"

In the cockpit, the metal right arm of the lynx moved, and the little finger of his right hand curled up very slightly.

This arm was torn off by the shadow of the lantern during the star pirate siege war.

As an heir, the lynx certainly also has the blessing of the gods. Not only is his lifespan infinitely extended, but his self-healing ability is also much higher than that of ordinary subspecies. However, no matter how hard the research institute and she tried, no matter how they used all the cutting-edge medical methods and even gene transplants, this wound still did not heal, let alone grow new flesh and blood.

Therefore, the Mist Cloth installed mechanical prostheses for her.

The influence brought by the "Gods" is irreversible, and the same goes for their followers.

In other words, the pain and influence they brought to this world cannot be repaired.

Those who are contaminated may always look so obedient and stupid. Soldiers injured by the tentacles will also face more serious health problems.

Compared to the "Gods", this is more like a hateful curse left by the monster for the world.

"You may have the upper hand temporarily, and you may have regained the capital planet... but what about the future? What about afterwards? Can you kill me? How are you going to deal with the trouble and damage I have caused you? Even if that griffon evolves into something more advanced than me, the Federation will still have to pay a very painful price to kill me."

"This is still under the most ideal circumstances - I mean, you lead your poor lambs to die here in battle, so that I will temporarily give up the idea of ​​external expansion."

"...Or do you want to seek 'her' help?"

The words of the false god swept across every corner of the city like the wind, from the ruins to the high-rise buildings, from the mindless drone swarms to the dozens of teams running towards the mission site.

I have to admit that the thing seems to have absorbed the thoughts, emotions and memories of countless humans since its birth, and the content it said is also extremely inflammatory. Even Guan Buhui, who was squatting in the secret room, could feel a deliberate and indescribable sense of despair, following His words, slowly spreading from the depths of his consciousness.

Like suffocating sea water.

In this kind of war, just a little slackness and despair is enough to make humans lose all their fighting spirit.

As if the throat was strangled and it was difficult to breathe, negative emotions spread like ants, gnawing at the already complicated mood of the pink and purple-haired little parrot.

Obviously, the decadence and despair deliberately stirred up by the false god were like a soft but dark curtain covering the entire city under the soft tentacle barrier. Even the mentally strong female captain with rabbit ears couldn't help but wipe her face and breathe rapidly. As her chest rose and fell, more blood gushed out of her abdomen.

"It was you who created me, and you who dug your own graves... Do you still want the gods to clean up your messes?"

"She saved you back then. Is this how you, her heirs, repay her for her feelings and love for you?"

The city was completely silent. Above the Inspection Bureau, the false god was suspended in the smoke of gunfire without any protection or tools, with its broad, almost empty white robes fluttering in the air.

This was not in line with scientific theory, but it also happened to illustrate that the existence of "God" was enough to dim all scientific theories and cause the collapse of all physical properties that the institute was obsessed with studying.

As the inflammatory despair gradually dissipated, the noisy reports in the team channel seemed to gradually quiet down.

In the silence, only the whirring of the drones remained, passing over the tall buildings and ruins like swifts before a storm.

Then, the huge, cool black cat-headed mecha raised its right arm, the barrel of the gun exposed from the mechanical armor, and blasted away a drone that dared to approach her.

"So what? A man-made counterfeit, something without even emotions, is worthy of shouting about 'God' here?"

The lynx's mocking and wanton laughter came from the cockpit, as lively as ever, as if it had never been extinguished.

"Don't waste your time, just knock my head off if you have the guts... It won't be too late to express my loyalty to the Lord God when my soul returns to His embrace."

"..."

The incitement of despair seemed to be meaningless to her, and it couldn't extinguish the lynx's ambition. He really didn't know why these heirs were more crazy than each other. It was okay for Deng Baoying, the dead griffon, but even this lynx seemed to have no emotion called "fear", which made people extremely disgusted.

The false god frowned slightly and bit his nails unhappily.

As his brows wrinkled, a rustling sound, like a swarm of mechanical insects rubbing their claws and teeth, echoed from under the high-rise building.

In the secret room, Guan Buhui seemed to have a premonition of something, and raised his head with his mouth open.

He saw a scene that he would never forget.

Countless, countless mechanical dolls, countless small robots.

In the past, there were electromagnetic cleaners who cleaned the roadsides, dog-headed robots that distributed advertisements and flyers on the roadsides, cute promotional robots, electronic pets that served food in restaurants, and canine or feline machines in residents' homes. All of them surged up like a tide.

Looking around, the electronic creations that were so ordinary in life in the past are now being manipulated as if on a mission, or driven by some electronic virus.

Just like the apocalyptic zombies he had seen countless times in his quilt, they staggered, moved, and made a creaking, tooth-itching buzzing sound, swarming towards the tallest building where the pitch-black cat-headed mecha was located.

The elevator filled with machinery made a sound that could not bear the weight, so they used their sharp steel claws and various sharp tools to pierce deeply into the wall, stepped on each other's heads or cold metal shielded limbs, and climbed up along the front of the building dully and without hesitation, swarming up, at an incredibly fast speed.

Compared to the machines given will by humans, at this moment, they really looked more like weird, murderous killing machines.

In just a short while, the walls of the building were already densely packed with robots.

The sounds of clicking and creaking were incessant. Even if a large number of their kind were overturned and kicked down from the high-rise building, it would not hinder their progress at all.

"..."

The sound of claws rubbing against the wall was heard, followed by a deafening roar, and the lynx in the cockpit turned around.

At the edge of the roof, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared.

Perhaps it was a helper robot from the nearby logging camp. After all, ordinary robots would not be so huge, nor would they be equipped with rusty but extremely terrifying chain saws. Pungent, sticky oil dripped down the metal shield, and the bulky body made a harsh, hissing, rubbing sound just by taking steps.

It was completely incomparable to the high-tech mecha developed by the research institute.

But what if there were dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of such large robots?

What if there were a wave of machines clinging to the walls like man-eating vines or zombies?

The helper robot roared and rushed towards the mecha, but was hit in the head by the accurate fire from the charged artillery, and fell down from the gap in the roof. Immediately afterwards, more and more large, medium and small robots appeared behind the gap, and rushed forward to meet the mecha's artillery fire, dragging their broken arms and limbs to attack.

It is obviously not advisable to fight a war of attrition with this kind of "false god" who can control almost all living or non-living things.

The Lynx robot stood on the edge of the high wall of the rooftop, looking at the tide of robots crawling or running, pulled the corner of his mouth, and then turned off the team channel on his wrist computer.

Because her adjutant Maine was screaming and warning her not to mess around.

Young people are good in every way, but they are a little timid.

Anyway, things have come to this point, can it be worse?