"Show me the last visual record of the Fifth Squad."
"Yes, the Great Sage! The picture is being transmitted!"
Soon, the data was uploaded to the visual processor in Dige Katona's mind, and what came towards him was that terrifying outline-
It walked on the corpses of offspring, which touched it slightly, although it could not understand what was going on.
There is no need or possibility of emotion in the will of the nest where all things are united. Despite this, it squatted beside the remains of a child, hesitated for a moment, stretched out its claws and gently stroked the corpse.
All things will eventually die, everything will be swallowed up, become part of the whole, and eventually obtain a new form and a new meaning.
It knows and accepts all this, because there is no other way.
Nevertheless, there is something in the ugly soul that it cannot describe, a memory from a long time ago, from the dead who were not devoured but buried.
This memory gradually emerged from the rhythm of Gestalt, spreading continuously but vanishing before it was fully revealed.
It saw many faces and heard many names, but it did not fully understand them.
Of course, it doesn't mind at all.
It stood up and stepped over the corpse, and the death caused by the invaders only further ignited the anger in the monster's heart.
The ambush did not succeed as well as the previous four times, and the prey fled to the deeper part of its territory, and despite its injuries, it still did not surrender.
It kept zipping its claws and walked towards the struggling gene thieves ahead.
Although there is no hope now, that red life is still fighting.
His weapons were either lost or failed, and his armor was incomplete, and broken cables and broken exoskeletons could be seen everywhere.
Despite this, he struggled to get rid of the horrible things that were scattered on him. Although there was no "admiration" in his mind, he still felt a strange fluctuation of thinking.
It bent down and looked at the captured invader.
It studied the enemy and gently stroked the ground with his arms.
He was very tenacious. Even though all his fellow men were torn apart, he continued to shoot until his weapons and ammunition were exhausted and surrounded by insects.
Its descendants had taken off the warrior's helmet in front of him, and the damaged air conduit was spitting air, and were thrown aside with the helmet.
It picked up the helmet, played with its claws, and looked at the warrior again, and with a force on his arm, it flattened the helmet, creating a metal twisted sharp sound.
There was almost no amount of meat on the face of the thing, either metal or some sequins, which made it very puzzled. It was different from many lives it had seen in the past.
More like-
Non-life.
It began to focus on exploring his thinking, it did not know what this ability was called, but it knew how to apply it.
It picked out the thoughts in his mind one by one and examined them carefully, as if playing with petals, and it wanted to know why they came here.
What did they intend to break into its territory?
Every idea it tastes differently, and as it devours these thoughts, it reads many names—the names of the intruders.
It knows that a name is a very useful thing. A name is like a key, which can open the shackles leading to the heart. With a name, it can weaken the willpower of prey.
Then, it grabbed a dangerous idea, and this thing wanted to pull it to destroy it, and this little thing... there was also a dangerous thing inside, so it used its claws to remove the thing from his chest.
Afterwards, it leaned forward and grabbed his struggling head, and the other gene thieves who were holding the captive escaped in shame, leaving it alone to face the injured enemy.
It stared at his eyes, completely ignoring the other person's fist to vainly hit its chest shell.
There is a name deep in the captive's mind, which tastes his resistance, and... something else, another desire... no, no, not desire, but hope, hope connected with the last name.
It was an extremely huge world, with incredible machinery and countless lives. The huge furnace kept spewing thick smoke into the sky at a glance. The corrosive rivers outlined marks on the earth. Exaggerated cities and towers occupied the entire continent.
A completely new world, a world that is completely different from its territory, can give birth to more children.
It felt an unprecedented excitement, and could not even control the instant force of the muscles, and instantly crushed the metal bones with unstoppable strange forces.
The next moment, the dead body slid from its claws and fell to the ground and made a loud noise.
Its throat was tense, and it roared to the sky with excitement, as if it was expressing its inner joy.
Yes, these invaders came at the right time, and it had a brand new, unprecedented thought and thought-
"... Such a huge nest owner seems to have some kind of powerful spiritual power."
The moment the image disappeared, Dige Katona's interface involuntarily pulled the ball. It was really a test for the spirit of ordinary people from the first perspective. Fortunately, he had enough reserves for the knowledge of aliens.
However, he was startled by the huge beast at the beginning. This was at least twice as big as the regular nest owner!
Perhaps this is related to the long-term existence of the waste ship in subspace, and this nest owner is infected with some kind of subspace pollution. The relationship between the Tyran Zerg and the subspace is still a major controversial topic in the academic world, and the related fields are still blank.
The self-destruction program of the Alpha G67M is interrupted, which can be confirmed from a certain aspect that the other party must have some kind of spiritual power.
The problem is not only that. Under normal circumstances, beasts of this level even need to be dispatched to solve the problem. However, it is not easy to locate such elusive things in the scrap ship, and once they are dispersed, they are easily defeated by each one.
Of course, there is also an optimal solution-
Astat.
But Dij Katona couldn't bear to share such precious wealth with others.
The sage slowly, issued instructions, and delicate mechanical fibers spread out from behind his head, shaking, they wandered like cuttlefish's feeding tendrils in the data-filled air, filtering, archived and cross-referenced readings from space and parameters of dozens of other variables, powering the powerful logic engine in his mind.
Dij Katona tear all the data into various possibilities in a few seconds, veto or evolve these probabilities, and then cycle back and forth to summarize the most accurate results into a single certainty.
However, the answer is slippery, and countless virtual data are like difficult prey.
Just when he was having a headache and tangled, the Lord of Detection suddenly made an uneasy sound.
"The Great Sage, I detected a fleet approaching, and the target was identified as... Mars!"