Cold light spilled down in layer after layer throughout the laboratory.
Benjamin slowly raised his head from the experiment bench.
Dozens of light screens floating before him flowed silently, vast torrents of data cascading past like waterfalls: fleet schematics, energy circulation models, quantum communication protocols, social class structures, Home Planet ecological parameters, weapon iteration records...
Every light screen represented the most core secrets of that Level Six technological civilization.
And now, they had all been dismantled.
Rapidly analyzed, then archived, before finally resting quietly within his database.
The laboratory was so quiet that only the low hum of circulating energy could be heard.
A moment later, Benjamin waved his hand.
All the light screens went dark at once, and the world abruptly fell silent.
He rose to his feet and kneaded his shoulders, his joints giving off soft cracking sounds.
At that moment, a Black Giant Priest came to report. "Master, the legion has finished assembling. Following your requirements, we selected a total of ten billion troops this time. Here is the detailed count!"
"Ten billion..."
He repeated the newly compiled figure under his breath, unable to stop his brow from rising. "Who would have thought that, without even noticing it, the Black Giant race had developed to this extent..."
By his requirements, those ten billion Black Giants were no mere rabble. Every one of them was an elite unit of Level Five or above.
Benjamin glanced over the light screen handed to him by the Black Giant Priest. Among those ten billion Level Five-and-above elites, the number of Level Six individuals was measured in the millions.
Commanding the entire legion was Mount Magma, the Black Giant King who had stepped into the realm of Level Seven.
Such a legion was already enough to flatten a standard Level Six technological