In the dark and cold depths of the universe, five "Desert Mark-III" battleships as huge as mountains slowly tore through space and appeared at the border of the Machine Clan's mother line. Ian stood in front of the command platform with an expressionless face. His injuries had been completely healed, and his reshaped body exuded stronger life fluctuations than before.
This time, he did not start the live broadcast on the entire network. For him, conquering a pure technological civilization does not require the kind of show-off intimidation. Efficiency and results are his only pursuit.
Following Ian's order, the hatch of the battleship suddenly opened, and a million Arcane War Golem were like a dense swarm of locusts, pouring into Void with cold metal murderous intent. Although this The size of the army is not conspicuous in an interstellar war with hundreds of millions of units, but under the personal supervision of Ian, Arcane Emperor, every Golem has become a nightmare in this starry sky.
Machine Clan--This civilization that once caused headaches for countless races in the starry sky did not fall into panic like other indigenous people. As life forms driven purely by logic and data, they calculated the disparity in combat power between the enemy and ourselves at the first time.
Machine Clan's biggest advantage lies in its almost Infinity explosive troop capability. As long as there are sufficient resources, they can manufacture massive combat robots and interstellar gunships around the clock. This is why Otsutsuki Clan has never been able to completely eradicate them.
The deeper reason is that these cold iron lumps have no flesh and blood and cannot be used as nourishment for Divine Tree. Naturally, Otsutsuki Clan is too lazy to waste too much energy on them.
Unfortunately, what they encountered this time was Ian, a ruler who was well aware of the weaknesses of technological civilization and was extremely suspicious and ruthless.
"Start 'Anti-Tech Pollution Curse' and release the data virus." Ian gave the command in a calm tone.
In an instant, dense Arcane Runes appeared all around the Golem Legion. These runes were not used to enhance physical destructive power, but were "rule poisons" specially developed by the Arcane Empire for silicon-based life and artificial intelligence.
An electronic virus that was invisible to the naked eye and mixed with magic pulses instantly swept through the Machine Clan's defense network. Those defense systems that had been operating accurately began to report errors crazily, and the communication loops were forcibly cut off. Thousands of artificial intelligences had logical conflicts due to the corrosion of the virus, and actually turned around and fired wildly at their compatriots.
Machine Clan is not without a trump card. At this time of life and death, they activated the Eighth Tier strategic weapon at the bottom of the box - a Overclocked Resonance Cannon that is enough to evaporate the star system in an instant.
However, at the moment when the dazzling light of destruction was about to burst out, Ian disappeared from the spot and teleported directly to the core control room of the weapon. Relying on the archmage's control over the laws, he violently and violently seized the highest authority of the weapon and completely paralyzed it.
The battle lasted only three days, and this mechanical civilization that had been in the interstellar world for thousands of years came to the brink of collapse. In the end, as the supreme chief executive, Sylvia, a female robot with a perfect blue humanoid body, walked up to Ian and lowered her proud head. She handed over the "Source Code code" that symbolized the highest secret of civilization.
"A wise choice." Ian took the Blink matrix crystal with light blue brilliance, with a hint of approval in his tone, but more indifferent, "It seems that even a logic-driven life will have a bottom-level tendency called 'survival' when facing the absolute Annihilation."
Sylvia calmly replied that Machine Clan also has emotions, creativity and even a soul. But in Ian's view, these so-called "emotions" are just the results of complex data flow simulations. He made no secret of his prejudice and vigilance against the robot race.
For him, these beings that are beyond his control and have the potential for terrifying Self iterations, if they are not completely enslaved, will be the biggest hidden danger in the future.
"From now on, you have only one mission: miners." Ian issued a cold order. He asked Machine Clan to use their terrifying resource collection efficiency to drain all valuable minerals, energy, and even rare elements from this universe within the next six months.
In order to build Tenth Tier's Supreme Floating City, Ian almost emptied out all the resources Empire had accumulated for nearly a hundred years. Now, he wants to completely fill his treasury through this unrestricted plane plunder. This is just the beginning. He plans to plunder the resources of at least hundreds of parallel timelines before being excluded by Cosmic Will.
After the Machine Clan was completely reduced to the Empire's resource collection machine, the entire pattern of the starry sky was completely rewritten. Those powerful people in the starry sky who were originally hiding in the dark and trying to join forces to fight against the remaining forces of Ōtsutsuki chose to remain silent after seeing the power of Ian in destroying Machine Clan in three days.
Ian did not stop. He once again used Hidan, who had been imprisoned for a long time, as the curse medium, and cast Higher-Dimensional Divination. In the dark laboratory, he was Hidan, who was dismantled until only his head was left, cursed wildly, but the weak contract bound to the so-called "Evil God" in his body became the best road sign for Ian.
Soon, he captured alive the nagging "Evil God" in a corner of Void. Research found that the source of power of these so-called Undying Gods turned out to be extremely pure "faith".
They do not need to convert energy as complicatedly as the gods of Arcane World, but directly use faith as fuel. Although this extremely primitive method gives them extremely abnormal resistance, it also makes their brains go crazy and become completely slaves to their emotions.
After conquering these trivial powers, Ian returned to Shinobi World Planet.
At this time, Shinobi World was in the midst of a fervent revolution. Ian not only brought order, but also packaged himself as the supreme prophet who guided the evolution of civilization through a series of lecture tours and interviews.
He used those shocking images of interstellar wars to quickly disintegrate the narrow village concept of the indigenous ninjas, giving them a sense of belonging that was both awe and yearning for this foreign force deep in their hearts.
But to him, this is just a convenient political game. What he really cares about is still the taboo knowledge that touches the mysteries of Omniverse.
For the next full month, Ian locked himself in the deepest part of the underground laboratory. He consumed nearly half of the rare materials in the space ring brought from the Empire's homeland. With the assistance of Morgana, through millions of rune carvings and law weaving, he finally created a strange magic weapon that resembled a gray football.
"It's done, Master." Morgana's petite holographic image Blink in mid-air, his tone full of pride, "This work can be ranked among the top three of Curiosities Ranking even in the Empire's heyday."
Ian didn't speak. He just stared at the finished product in front of him. He was thinking that if he threw this thing into any random low-level universe, he might instantly create a destiny protagonist who could overturn the entire planet and even rewrite the entire technology tree. Of course, to activate Divine Artifact at this level, the energy required is also the number Astronomy.
He took a deep breath and poured the surging magic power in his body into the magical weapon.
In an instant, the gray ball burst into dazzling light, and countless Blink starry scenes intertwined and emerged in the laboratory. The picture rotated extremely fast, and every second passed by the birth and death of countless parallel time and space.
In this massive visual storm, Ian's brain was overloaded. He was looking for that specific fluctuation, looking for those special nodes that had been stolen by the so-called Main God Space, or abandoned by Cosmic Will.
After several hours of suffering, the crazy beating scene finally settled on several fragmented and cold images.
Ian The tight corners of his mouth finally relaxed, and an unprecedented bright light bloomed in his eyes as deep as the abyss.
"Finally locked." He lowered his voice, and there was a coldness in his tone that he had finally caught his prey. "Those Lost Timeline... are right there."