The Zerg's weapons were special. They had no such thing as individual weapons; every one of their biological weapons was a massive weapon.
The "Annihilation Threads" were one of them. In essence, they were a "web effect" produced by countless bugs inhaling, exhaling, tearing, and biting within subspace.
Unless your attack could blast through subspace, these spatial threads would follow you forever. The ripples of space could even trap you in this region completely, preventing you from rushing out.
Amid the fleet that had been cut into pieces, aboard a seemingly ordinary spaceship—
A group of Myrta people had fallen into chaos.
The Myrta people had many nicknames: interstellar nobles, silver-haired elves, artists, and those with advanced brains. But none of them had anything to do with powerful mental will.
In other words, once a battlefield entered a "flesh-and-blood meat grinder" phase, the Myrta people were often the first to collapse.
That was also why, during the "Gold and Silver War," no matter how well they won in the early stages, as long as the battle dragged on to the end, the Galen people would always gain the upper hand.
It was not that there were no technological means of strengthening these Myrta soldiers, such as the simplest thought imprint.
But the Myrta people's strength lay in their delicate and sensitive mental power. Once they underwent a certain kind of brain-region modification, much of that mental power would be lost, or even disappear entirely.
Even a Level Three civilization was not omnipotent.
Among this group of Myrta people, an ordinary-looking white-haired Myrta person sat before the command console, her expression calm. She even had enough time to pour herself a cup of tea.
"Master, should we contact the mental network and transmit you away first?"
A Myrta Silver Guard spoke