It turned out that the gap between levels of civilization was practically insurmountable.
Even the leader of an eighth-level civilization would be reduced to ashes by a single strike from the ninth level.
However, when Du Zhaodi looked toward the center of the battlefield—the endpoint of "Cosmic Gundam's" attack—she discovered that amid the corpses of the stowaways, the enigmatic "Yuan" remained completely unharmed. Its aura had also become chaotic and unfathomable, just like Xue the Madman's!
"So he was telling the truth. You're the mastermind behind this cosmic calamity—the consciousness of that simulation machine!"
Du Zhaodi spoke softly.
Then, without another word, she spread her five fingers.
A dense mass of human figures was summoned for a second time.
They all had a uniform, nearly perfect android appearance. Their faces were cold, their eyes hollow, and their skin had the texture of some kind of biological alloy. Bright-red energy circuits flowed around their bodies, as though red flowers were blooming.
Ninth-level androids—Red Flower Demons.
The instant Du Zhaodi spread her five fingers, their number reached an astronomical figure. They continued multiplying and surging forth at an exponential rate, like an information virus that had suddenly erupted, densely covering vast stretches of the surrounding universe.
That was not all.
The "Red Flower Demon" army that had appeared from thin air, each one radiating powerful ninth-level fluctuations, did not attack the instant it took shape. Instead, it began an even stranger and more unbelievable "change."
They raised their arms in perfect unison and aimed at "Yuan" in the center of the void.
The light from their deep-blue energy circuits flared brilliantly. Countless invisible scanning waves, analysis beams, and rule-capture fields instantly locked down, covered, and infiltrated the space-time where "Yuan" was located.
Then came mimicry.
Their auras became chaotic and unfathomable!
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