Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 345 Massacre

Just as the warriors of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races were about to storm the Mother Nest and destroy the Machine Race, the adjutant on the flagship suddenly reported to Forman: "Sir, the Machine Race's Mother Nest just sent us a communication request. It seems they want to negotiate with us."

Forman glanced at Xuan Yuan Muze, then approved, "That's fine. There are still spectators this time, so let's give them a chance to talk nonsense. Have the warriors stop and let our guests see the ugly, pathetic appearance of the Machine Race. Lieutenant, connect me to the Machine Race's communication request."

The adjutant nodded, and then the communication between the machine race was instantly connected. A mechanical host resembling a brain appeared on the large screen in the command room. This metal brain in front of them was the main brain of the machine race, the main consciousness host of the machine race, and the combination of the consciousness data of all individual machine races. In other words, it was the entire machine race.

Forman shouted at the big screen, "You stupid, lowly bastard, what brings you here?"

The machine race's mastermind then humbly proposed: "Honorable warriors, we are overwhelmed by your power. The machine race is willing to surrender to you. We can become your most lowly servants, just please spare our lives."

Seeing this, Forman sneered, "I thought you had something to say, but it turns out you're going to kneel down. What a laughable thing! We don't need your loyalty at all. The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races has only one policy towards pests: kill them all without leaving a single one alive!"

The mainframe panicked and continued, "Wait, why are you doing this? We are willing to hand over all our mainframe consciousness to you. We can take on all the heavy work just to have a chance to survive. Please! We have value. As long as you let us go, we can meet any of your demands!"

But faced with such temptation, Foreman said disdainfully, "No need. If it were any other race, the Kingdom of Myriad Races might let them go, but not the Machine Race. Give the order to the warriors, it's time to kill these laughable clowns."

Seeing that negotiations had broken down, the mastermind immediately brought out its last trump card and threatened, "Don't move! My main hive still has a spatial fragment that is currently sealed. If you continue to push your luck, I will completely unseal it!"

Upon hearing this, Forman, without showing any sign of nervousness, provocatively retorted, "Oh? A manually triggered dimensional reduction weapon, huh? Interesting. It seems the civilization that nurtured you is already at level three or higher? What a pity. Such a civilization would still be worth recruiting if it hadn't trapped itself in its own web."

"Don't bother trying. Even if you trigger it, you're still doomed. It's just a matter of being outmatched. The Kingdom of Myriad Races has never been afraid of such a low-level extermination weapon. Let the warriors take down the mainframe!"

At Foreman's command, the warriors of the Myriad Races Kingdom launched an attack on the mainframe. With a do-or-die mentality, the mainframe triggered a spatial fragment, and in the blink of an eye, the entire planet's space began to collapse from the mainframe's location into a plane. All the warriors were instantly locked inside this plane, and the rate of spatial collapse increased exponentially. Seeing that the plane was about to engulf the flagship, Xuan Yuan Muze's heart leaped into his throat, and he shouted, "Run!!"

But at this moment, the plane suddenly stopped expanding in front of the flagship. Faced with the crisis, Foreman turned around and reassured Xuan Yuan Muze without any concern: "Honorable guest, there is no need to be afraid. Lingzi has blocked the dimensional reduction of space. Come and enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of you. You have probably never seen such a large painting before. It contains a lot of information and a lot of details. It is clearer and more detailed than a photograph."

Xuanyuan Muze hadn't recovered from his shock when, after a while, he cried out in fear, "Are you crazy? Why didn't you just agree to their surrender request? That way, those soldiers wouldn't have had to die!"

"Dead? Do you think those soldiers are dead?" Forman turned to look at Xuan Yuan Muze and smiled mysteriously.

Xuanyuan Muze looked at his somewhat mocking smile and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

At that moment, changes began to appear on the flagship's large screen, and the adjutant shouted, "Sir, the first soldier to break through the blockade has appeared."

So Xuanyuan Muze and Foreman looked at the big screen, where a minotaur warrior's arm suddenly burst out of the plane, followed by his head and then his body. A few seconds later, the warrior burst out of the two-dimensional plane that should have been impenetrable. This strange scene gave Xuanyuan Muze a sense of déjà vu, as if he had broken through a dimensional barrier. This scene was like a character from a comic book suddenly breaking through the pages and coming into reality, which brought Xuanyuan Muze an indescribable shock.

Moreover, after that minotaur warrior emerged, the other warriors followed suit, breaking through the plane and entering space.

Xuanyuan Muze stared at the scene in disbelief and shouted, "How is this possible? They...they're still alive?! Weren't they killed by the lower-dimensional space?"

Forman explained to Xuan Yuan Muze, "I don't know where you got this conclusion from. In fact, dimensional reduction attacks only have a direct killing effect on lower-level life forms. But for the legendary-level soldiers of the Kingdom of Myriad Races, such attacks only temporarily trap them. However, if there is no help from spiritual particles to stop the expansion of the dimensional reduction space, then these soldiers will eventually be trapped inside forever because they cannot reach the boundary of the plane. So, dimensional reduction weapons still pose some threat to the soldiers of the Kingdom of Myriad Races."

After all, they are just legendary beings, not demigods who are already close to gods, so without external help they can never break through the spatial blockade.

Advanced life forms are never afraid of attacks from lower dimensions. Please remember this. After all, even if we were trapped inside, it would simply mean continuing to live in an unfamiliar environment. Such weapons are merely more efficient insecticides, toys to truly advanced civilizations.

Then Foreman looked at his adjutant and questioned, "Have they all come out? Don't tell me there are any useless people this time who couldn't even escape the dimensional reduction attack that was already under control."

After repeatedly verifying the number of people, the adjutant reported back: "Don't worry, sir. They are all soldiers who have undergone rigorous training. No matter what, the military standards of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races would not have dropped to this level. I have confirmed that they have all come out. Should we have Lingzi restore the plane?"

Forman nodded in approval and said, "Let's restore it. That planet has a lot of metal and mineral resources, and it still has value."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Muze asked in surprise again, "You can even restore a space that has been reduced to a lower dimension?!"