At the heart of the metal storm, the noise was loud enough to shatter a mortal's eardrums.
It was the sound of hundreds of millions of high-frequency vibrating blades madly cutting through the [Emperor Seat] force field.
Zrrt—
Sparks exploded around Chu Qing like a waterfall, every spark representing an attack capable of slicing through tank armor.
Standing within it, Chu Qing frowned slightly and reached up to brush dust from his shoulder that did not exist.
"This kind of smell is really unpleasant."
There was no foul stench of burning flesh, nor the crisp crack of breaking bones.
There was only the icy smell of engine oil, and the arrogant dead silence of this being the "optimal solution."
Weapons like this, stripped of every "variable" by absolute rationality, were like meat boiled in plain water without salt. They chilled even the hot blood of cultivation by half.
Straight ahead, countless streams of blue data cascaded from the core of that enormous metal eyeball, finally converging into a cold electronic synthetic voice:
"Carbon-based life-form detected... Energy fluctuations are extremely unstable."
"Judgment: High-risk civilization trash."
"Execution plan: Complete Erasure at the physical level."
As the word "trash" fell, the mechanical wreckage floating all around seemed drawn by a powerful magnet, instantly assembling into two iron pincers that blotted out the sky and viciously sheared down at Chu Qing.
The corner of Chu Qing's mouth twitched, revealing several gleaming white teeth.
"Trash?"
His back suddenly straightened, and light and shadow exploded from his shoulder blades, which had remained folded all along.
Boom!
Thirty-six pairs of wings burst open.
This was not merely the manifestation of spiritual power, but an upheaval of the laws of space.
Every flap of every wing stirred up a miniature void storm upon this River of Worlds filled