Fleet Assault

The events of this period had left the Eight-Armed Tribe in the Small World somewhat at a loss.

Even the Eight-Armed Tribe, reputed to be the smartest race in the Cloud Ring System, could not understand what was happening.

The highest-ranking officer of the Eight-Armed Tribe Supply Station had also been fortunate enough to arrive on Su Hao's turf. The surrounding Eight-Armed Tribe members all looked at it expectantly, waiting for its orders and hoping it could create a miracle.

Yet this highest officer of the Supply Station was no less confused than the others. In the end, it issued an utterly unhelpful order—wait and see.

And that was all it could do!

When faced with the unknown, they had always been accustomed to observing first, then summarizing patterns, and conducting experiments if conditions allowed...

Now, the only thing they could do was observe.

As for summarizing patterns...

That terrifying human had built a massive sealed prison with a wave of his hand, stripped away their armor, and imprisoned them separately so that none could see one another.

Only then did they realize they had no chance to summarize any patterns. They had become human captives, left to be slaughtered at another's whim.

For a time, terror filled the hearts of every Eight-Armed Tribe member.

"To be captured by humans" was an utterly horrifying prospect to them. The tortures and torment they would endure were beyond imagination.

Stripped naked and paraded through the streets, force-fed filthy water as humiliation, having their Sub-Brains dug out to observe their reactions, their tentacles roasted over fire, their bodies dissected, and turned into specimens for display...

Whenever they thought of what awaited them, the Eight-Armed Tribe wished they could die immediately. Even becoming a pile of white beads would be acceptable.

They roared in