2052, Another Divine Artifact
That kind of despair was truly not hard to imagine.
Shepard was silent for a long while before slowly asking, "Does your... Korlok nation still exist?"
"Of course it does. Korlok lifespans are theoretically infinite. We can easily live for hundreds or thousands of years. But our bodies are so fragile that almost every Korlok dies in an accident. I once knew an elder who had lived for over ten thousand years... Then one day, he was stepped on and killed by a reckless Lugubra." Vishal said, "But our long lives also made us Mongal-Mongal's finest toys. It could watch our struggles and delight in our civil wars for centuries."
Shepard sighed. "A powerful race where everyone could use the Force to create illusions, and which also had such excellent biological weapons as the Lugubra, could only end up as Mongal-Mongal's playthings..."
"What if we completely cleanse the infected planets?" Huang Yehao made a chopping gesture.
"First of all, if you cleanse a planet, do you think you've won? No. You've lost that planet as well. Nothing has changed." Vishal Singh said, "And how exactly do you intend to cleanse it? Orbital Bombardment? That can only destroy the surface; beneath it, the planet can still serve as a breeding ground for Mongal-Mongal. Blow up the planet? Then congratulations—you've gained countless meteorites carrying Mongal-Mongal, flying everywhere. You cannot ensure that every last Mongal-Mongal is destroyed. That is what makes it truly terrifying."
Huang Yehao thought for a moment and asked, "What if we destroy Mongal-Mongal's homeworld? The planet Mug-Fallow."
Vishal glanced at him and countered, "How do you think the existence of Mug-Fallow was exposed? That's right, Mongal-Mongal told us itself. The entire planet is covered in Mongal-Mongal. Its mountains, rivers, lakes, seas—even the clouds—are filled with