"Ten years ago, I didn't know you; you didn't belong to me. We were still like this, keeping a robot company~"
The Red Flower Demon hummed as he watched the great purge of this third-tier mechanical civilization.
One by one, the canned carbon-based lifeforms were anesthetized before they could even scream. Many were even injected with electronic dream agents, sinking into beautiful electronic dreams.
After that, the low mechanical hum gradually grew louder. Dozens of holes in the inner walls of the cans simultaneously extended extremely fine injection needles, which pierced the creatures' spines, skulls, and various nerve clusters without the slightest resistance. What the needles injected was not medicine, but hundreds of millions of nano-mechanical units.
There were no explicit eighteen-plus scenes of muscles cramping and bones being torn apart. Such scenes had existed at first, but as "Canned Technology—Nano Cans" continued to be upgraded, the transformation became quite pleasurable. According to the players' experience, it was equivalent to a promax version of a massage.
The process also came with mental interference and modification through all kinds of virtual plugins.
After enjoying it once, many players even became a little addicted, coming over to get "canned" whenever they had nothing to do.
Thus, the "mechanical revolution," which looked vicious and terrifying in outsiders' eyes, became such a joyful affair.
Of course, physically tormenting living beings was considered extremely low-class in interstellar society, especially during a civilizational war like this.
Even having countless mechanical troops fire at one another could hardly be considered high-level.
Overturning a mechanical civilization with casual ease was what a mechanical revolution was truly supposed to do.
The Red Flower Demon had even heard that the War Fortress had developed a method of locking onto an enemy civilization's coordinates, borrowing the assimilating radiance of the "mechanical