Chapter 1650 - 637: Verbal Assault, Combat Status

Chapter 1650: Chapter 637: Verbal Assault, Combat Status

If not for Ren Zhong’s appearance, the true fate of Source Star humans would have been buried on that human Origin Star.

When the Mechanical Empire reactivated Source Star back then, it had no sentiment for this former homeland, nor did it harbor any extra expectations.

The Empire merely regarded that fringe star system, almost identical to the Galaxy Solar System, as one of the many ordinary trace colonies, dispatching only the collateral branch descendants of the nine lowest Viscount families to carry out the trace colonization mission. These people took only inferior frozen embryos, altered by Nanxiang Marquis Liu An, and never prepared even a shred of security forces for that lonely planet.

The second generation of Source Star humans has a mere thousand years of history, yet this history has been obscured and distorted beyond recognition for utilitarian reasons, rendering it worthless. The history of Source Star from beginning to end is simply a lowly lie, deceiving the vast majority of people.

However, finally, in the instant Ren Zhong opened his eyes in the dense forest, the future changed its appearance, turning into the shape that belonged to Ren Zhong.

Every action he and the Red Blade Clan undertook was an unpredictable variable.

When he was on Source Star, the scope of this variable’s influence was Source Star.

When he reached the Nanxiang Star Cluster, the scope of change expanded to the Nanxiang Star Cluster, the Far Border Star Domain, and eventually the entire Empire.

Now, he has arrived in the domain of the Sublimators, where he flutters his wings to create storms, expanding the influence of variables to the entire Ancient Plate Star Domain.

...

What is it like to capture a first-class Mother Empress alive? No one has done it before, nor has anyone imagined it.

However, as a first-class Mother Empress, being captured alive by the Mechanical Empire, that feeling was indeed experienced by Hundred Emperors.

Time passed another three hundred years, and the main brain of Hundred Emperors activated according to the scheduled plan.

Its consciousness quickly revived, and the external information sensed by its organs swiftly entered its consciousness.

"So beautiful, this multicolored glow, every amplitude of energy seems like a cosmic reconstruction, as if containing traces of the twisted connections of space and time. When did it... Oh, my revival must have failed. This is the legendary dream, isn’t it? This dream is truly wonderful; I’ll awaken again."

Hundred Emperors thought it was dreaming, so it actively secreted hormones to activate itself once more.

This time it realized, it was not a dream, but reality.

It was flying in an unprecedented Fold Jump Subspace Channel.

What constrained its passage through the subspace channel was a very magical membrane structure.

The database of Hundred Emperors was very thorough, recognizing at a glance that this was definitely not a product of the Sublimators, because the Sublimators had not mastered such complex and intricate twisted space technology.

But it found it strange because it sensed a very familiar aura from this membrane, like a relative, yet also like part of its own body.

However, when it attempted to use its consciousness flow to touch and control this membrane structure, there was no reaction.

"Damn it, what the hell, I’ve been kidnapped!"

After all, Hundred Emperors was the ruler of the Hundred Clusters Star Domain, an undefeated former War God that dominated the Mechanical Empire for years, not foolish.

It quickly used logical sub-brain to sort out cause and effect, transmitting this judgment to its main brain, then realized.

It must have been that the reproductive subunits of the Long Guci, which indirectly led to its downfall, betrayed it once again, teaming up with the Red Blade Army to trap it cleverly.

Although it hadn’t witnessed the scene of its removal during slumber, Hundred Emperors could guess those biological-based meteorites were suspicious, its ejected fungi had been tampered with.

"Alas, sleeping causes misfortune; dying like this is really somewhat unjust."

With a faint sigh in its heart, Hundred Emperors started to seriously ponder what it should do next.

It could violently erupt now, easily destroying the space membrane shrouding its body. But if it did so, it would immediately be lost in the spatially unfamiliar and uncharacteristic subspace channel.

The best outcome would likely be eternal confusion, until energy was depleted one day, leading to death.

The worst result would be immediate disintegration by chaotic subspace storm.

But it does not want to die.

Within the rules established by the Sublimators, there is a strict iron law. To prevent Giant Reproductive Cells from falling into the hands of the Mechanical Empire, all defeated Mother Empress Ships without hope of escape must complete self-detonation before completely losing resistance.

This is an instinct engraved in genes, unyielding and mandatory.