parentshiftbook Chapter 685 Primitive Civilization
Chapter 685 Primitive Civilization
The elemental turbulence came crashing down on us.
The protection required for navigating in the void is very high. A single level 5 black giant is not enough to travel stably in the void for a long time, but when they form a small array, they can completely block the turbulence.
"The enemy is accelerating!" The Deep Root's detection operator tapped out a rapid rhythm. "They're moving incredibly fast. How can they achieve this speed without any warships? Their physical abilities are simply unbelievable!"
"Don't panic." The commander pressed down on the air with one of his tentacles. "They're a primitive species that prioritizes individual enhancement; speed is their only strength. Keep the combined shields stable. All warships... first salvo, fire!"
The moment the order was given, the cannons of thousands of warships lit up simultaneously.
Energy beams and electromagnetic cannons drew countless flashing trajectories in the void, like a glowing net, blasting towards the black figures. The leader slightly shifted his body, allowing a scorching energy beam to graz his left shoulder.
A thin layer of black liquid metal is shaving off, and then quickly reflowed to fill the gap.
His deputy was even more outrageous, deliberately lagging behind by half a beat, and shoving his entire right arm into the trajectory of the three electromagnetic cannon shells.
The shells only left a few dents when they hit the ground; the rest of the impact energy was completely absorbed.
"A loss of two point three percent," the deputy reported to the leader without much emotion.
"It seems the opponent's attack is at a normal level," the team leader concluded.
Not all the Black Giants were suppressing themselves; most of them were indeed shattered by the first round of firepower.
After all, they haven't reached level five yet, and they really can't withstand such a concentrated attack.
Several Level 4 students had half of their bodies blown off on the spot.
Before the fragments, which had been mostly shattered, could drift far away, they were enveloped by a barely perceptible golden light and disappeared.
The "annihilated" black giants turned into golden light and disappeared into the void.
From the fleet's technological perspective, these creatures were simply and completely destroyed by the energy beam; even the fragments would be vaporized by the high temperature, which was perfectly normal. From the commander's perspective: the first salvo wiped out nearly half of the enemy's manpower, and the rest were still charging forward.
The opposing team had no concept of tactical organization and simply charged forward recklessly.
"The numbers have decreased. It's a common problem with primitive creatures; while the individuals are strong, they completely lack the concept of a collective system." The commander tapped out assessment data on the star map with his tentacles. "Oh, no, they also have defenses. They're trading their lives for our shields."
"Enemy attacks have begun to reach the outer fleet," the operator reported. "The combined shields are taking the impact."
The team leader threw a straight punch, sending himself and his entire right arm flying.
When his fist struck the energy barrier formed by all the ships on the outer edge of the warship, he actually felt a sense of relief.
The object that blocked his fist wasn't very strong; he could easily cause the shields of the entire enemy fleet to drop significantly with just 30% of his strength. In other words, if he went all out and attacked any one of the ships alone, he could single-handedly take down half a fleet.
So he withdrew his fist, cautiously circled twice, changed direction, and started fighting again.
The damage rating on the combined shield was dropping at a rate that made the fleet commander tighten his grip.
"Energy shield down to 74%!" The operator's tentacles pounded on the control node, his eight crystal eyes wide open. "Your Excellency... the second round of attacks hadn't even finished yet, and the shield had already dropped to 76%, and it's still dropping, 73%, 72%..." "I see." The commander's voice was two octaves deeper than before.
The remaining black beasts on the other side continued their tireless attack, completely ignoring the damage.
Even though he ordered the warships that rotated the shields to fill in and increased the thickness of the shields, the attacks from these black creatures still caused the shields to shatter layer by layer, like glass being hit by a heavy hammer.
"Looks like a high-attack type." The commander slowly typed out a few syllables, his tentacles unconsciously rubbing against each other at his sides.
This was a habitual gesture he made when thinking, usually only appearing when facing difficult problems: "A very pure high-attack, high-speed type. Shields are not difficult for them to break through, and we will suffer a great loss if we try to withstand it with our shields."
He remained silent before the star map for less than a moment, then suddenly unfurled his tentacles.
"Move the heavy armored ships from the rear flank to the front to replace the ships that have been over-exhausted. The warships in the rear shall rotate forward in order of their numbers, maintaining the combined shield without interruption." He typed the orders in a steady yet rapid rhythm. "The second batch of main gun-charging warships shall begin firing... Free fire, prioritize targeting the remaining enemy, do not give them a chance to get any closer."
Thousands of warships began to change formation according to the instructions.
The heavy warships on the flanks and rear slowly moved to the front of the formation. Their hulls were covered with thicker armor, and their shields were also thicker than those of the light cruisers.
The other ships in the formation, having completed their charging, opened fire simultaneously, unleashing even thicker energy beams from the center of the formation, precisely targeting the remaining dark figures.
The number of black giants continued to decrease under such relentless attacks.
From the beginning until now, the number of fellow race members around the leader who can still maintain combat readiness is less than twenty.
"The first set of data is enough." He transmitted this message to his deputy using his mental power. "Next, we can increase the pressure and at least force that flagship to launch an attack. I need to see the main ship's attack limit."
As a result, the remaining dozen or so black giants simultaneously increased the intensity of their attacks.
The warship's combined shields are layered, stacked together like onion skins.
The team leader's fists began to smash through the outer structure of the shield layer by layer, forcing the operator to ring the alarm more than a dozen times: "Shield attenuation is accelerating! 7.3 times! The outer shield has begun to collapse!"
The commander did not answer immediately.
His eight crystalline eyes were fixed on the last remaining black beasts on the star map, the tips of his tentacles turning slightly white with tension.
After fighting for so long, the enemy has been largely wiped out in terms of numbers, but the remaining few are even more troublesome.
"The enemy numbers are no longer a threat." He typed out his assessment, and the tentacles' movements became decisive again. "All flagships, prepare to fire ship by ship and wipe them out completely with your main guns. Let these primitive apes see what true civilization is like."
The moment the order was given, the sterns of the three Tier VI flagships simultaneously lit up with a blinding light.
The main gun's charging time is only a few seconds, but within those few seconds, the entire fleet's energy distribution system concentrates more than 90% of its output power on the main gun.
The surrounding auxiliary ships reduced their attack output and contributed their energy share.
The energy cannon's thick beam hit the target without any doubt.
A dozen or so black giants were simultaneously engulfed in the light, their outlines completely obscured in a short time.
They roared loudly in the beam of light, their chest openings stretched to their limit, emitting low-frequency vibrations.
The black, liquid metal body gradually deformed and twisted in the torrent of energy, and was finally completely swallowed up.
After the beam of light dissipated, there was nothing left in the void.
The commander gazed silently at the empty void projection, as tentacles on the tree canopy slowly unfurled.
Then he shook the treetop, and the branch-like tentacles made a rustling sound, a gesture that, in their race, was equivalent to a human shaking their head in mockery.
"Wow! What a primitive civilization." He tapped out a relaxed rhythm.
The operators all joined in shaking the tree canopy.
The command center was filled with the rustling sound of tentacles rubbing together, and the entire fleet of commanders collectively mocked the enemy's stupidity.
At a point in the void, a few seconds before the main ship was hit, the last trace of dark red energy dissipated completely.
The battlefield returned to silence.
At the same time.
"Wow! What a primitive civilization!"
The leader of the black giants opened his eyes beside the altar and uttered a sentence.
He stood in a spacious altar hall.
The ground is made of a single piece of obsidian, its surface engraved with dense golden patterns, from which flows a warm, incense-like energy.
The energy that had just surged onto the altar had just completed its final round of repairs, and a few strands of residual golden light dissipated from the edge of the vertical cut on his chest, where the liquid metal was writhing and reforming into a complete layer of armor.
His right arm, which had been blasted to pieces by the main gun, has completely regenerated.
Beside him, the black giants who had been "killed" earlier were already standing in neat rows.
Those eliminated early in the battle had their injuries fully healed, some even having their liquid metal coating repolished. The first Level 4 Black Giant to be brought back was bending over, cracking his neck.
Further away, on several adjacent altars, golden light continued to shimmer.
Those were the black giants that were sent back in the subsequent small-scale skirmishes, and their numbers were far greater than the number the leader had taken out earlier.
Clearly, in addition to the main battlefield, several smaller squads were harassing the fleet from different flanks.
"Is this the master's blessing? What amazing power!" The leader of the black giants looked at his intact hands and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Although they had heard about the Dao Soldier System's capabilities long ago, this was their first time truly experiencing them.
As one of the core subsystems of the Incense and Divine Path, the Dao Soldier System can not only bless believers within the Incense and Divine Path system, but also instantly teleport believers back to a preset resurrection anchor point when they are on the verge of death.
In addition, due to the inherent characteristics of the Black Giant race, as long as there is enough energy, their physical bodies can regenerate perfectly, and their consciousness will not suffer any damage. The leader moved his right shoulder, and the newly grown arm had completely returned to its pure black color.
He looked up and saw the black giant priest standing at the edge of the altar, looking at him.
The priest's slender figure was half-lit and half-shadowed in the warm golden light of the hall, the dark gold patterns on his body flowing calmly.
The leader assumed a posture equivalent to attention among their black giants, then respectfully presented the recording crystal he carried with both hands. "The entire battle has been recorded." He lowered his head, his chest closing respectfully.
The priest held the crystal, his long, slender fingers twisting the triangular facets slightly, as if confirming the integrity of the data. "The conclusion?" the priest asked, his chest opening and closing in a low, rhythmic motion.
The leader's vertical jaw curved into an enigmatic arc, revealing obsidian-colored teeth: "They're a group of cavemen!"
The priest nodded and turned to walk out of the altar hall.
Several more golden lights fell from the surrounding battlefield, and more black giants that had been "killed" were teleported back.