Black Forest Strike, my light speed ship was exposed

Screaming.

Wailing.

Killing.

The cries of the dead mixed with the desperate howls of the crying and lost fellow disciples.

Countless practitioners used magic weapons and spells to make painful and desperate dying struggles.

They were powerless to change their predetermined fate.

Practitioners were to be cleaned up and wiped out, along with the values ​​that were not suitable for the survival of the multiverse.

The development trajectory of civilization must be revised.

The Empire will never allow the extraordinary to rule mankind again.

"Why are you killing us? Who are you?"

A practitioner shouted.

Unfortunately, no one gave him an answer. The killing machine with anti-psychic devices emitted dozens of rays of light, piercing his immortal platform and Yuanshen, completely wiping him out.

"Spare my life, I'm willing to do anything."

Some practitioners begged for mercy, but it was useless.

They didn't know that the supreme figures at the level of Immortal Emperor and Daozu had already refused to compromise.

The killing machine didn't care about their pleas for mercy, but just coldly executed the long-established killing program, clearing out all the practitioners one by one.

The peaceful and glorious Lingxuan Sect is now full of dead bodies.

All of them were the practitioners who were once high and mighty.

Wang Lin's body was trembling.

The practitioners who were once noble and looked down on mortal ants were ruthlessly slaughtered by the mysterious black-armored creature.

These immortal masters were no longer as extraordinary as they used to be.

In front of the black-armored warriors and those mysterious metal creatures, they screamed and twitched like the pigs and dogs being slaughtered at the head of the village.

There was no nobility at all.

The once majestic and magnificent Lingxuan Mountain Gate and the practice palace were all burned down.

The magic medicine and immortal beasts were cleared out one by one.

If these things were spread out, they would drive countless practitioners crazy.

Now they are all destroyed and disposed of like weeds and pigs and dogs.

All creatures with extraordinary powers were cleared out, and only mortals survived.

Faced with the terror brought by the machines and black-armored creatures, all mortals knelt down in fear.

They didn't even dare to escape.

The long-term rule of the practitioners made all mortals understand that escape is fruitless.

It will only lead to more cruel teasing and abuse by the other party.

Like a dog without dignity, it is the best move to survive.

Those who were chosen because of their spiritual roots are trembling at this time, fearing that the other party's anger will fall on them.

Those practitioners who were high and mighty just now are now all corpses.

Those who are the chosen spiritual root owners are afraid that the ending will be tragic.

If the other party kills them, I am afraid that all of them combined will be useless.

All mortals are trembling, waiting for the final judgment of fate in fear.

However, the sword that slaughtered the practitioners never fell on them..

The mechanical creations suspended in the sky, emitting a blue light, did not project the rays of death on them.

After the black-armored warrior killed the last practitioner, he returned.

Everyone was ordered to get off the suspended flying boats.

After the practitioners died, the imperial machinery controlled the flying boats and maintained their operation.

Avoid the death of too many innocent people in this cleansing activity.

With the empire's in-depth research on psionic energy, it is still a simple matter to control the magic weapons of practitioners.

Countless people crowded together, bustling and making all kinds of noisy noises.

They exuded the stench of sweat mixed with excrement.

When the wind blew, this smell could spread dozens of miles.

Lingxuan Sect brought hundreds of eligible people from the dynasties here for testing.

This should have been a very complicated task.

The practitioners simplified it with bloody means.

People must bring their own food and water, otherwise they may starve to death.

They also have to solve the problem of defecation by themselves.

All they have to do is to stuff all the mortals into the flying boat like sardines and transport them from various places.

After the test, they will throw these people back.

As for how many people will die on the way, the immortal masters of Lingxuan Sect don’t care about this.

Mortals are like grass, and they will die one day.

As long as the people who survive have enough children, it is enough to maintain a large population base.

The black-armored warrior floated in the sky and took off his helmet.

With black hair and black pupils, a broad face with an unattainable nobility.

"He is no different from us¨～." Wang Lin, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the other person's face and thought to himself.

The same face, but the other party is taller, with bright eyes, containing wisdom and perseverance.

There is no terrible fairy light, nor is there a high and cold look on mortals.

Scanning the kneeling human race, the warrior's eyes are full of compassion and sympathy

The noble temperament makes him look nothing like a person who slaughtered the entire cultivation sect.

Wang Lin looked at the other party until his father tugged at his worn clothes.

"Don't look at it anymore, idiot, he will kill us."

Wang Tie's tone was full of fear.

He didn't want his stupid son to die in front of him like this.

He was desperate about his life.

Now, his only prayer is that even if Wang Lin dies, he will try not to die in front of him.

Not a cultivator, Wang Lin's fate has been determined.

Just a poor creature enslaved by the dynasty, gangs, and merchants.

If you can’t become a practitioner, it means that the rest of your life will be spent farming and paying money.

And have a child with another poor woman.

May give birth until the woman dies, or can no longer give birth.

Those children are raised like pigs and dogs.

The huge population will maintain the decadence and unbearableness of the dynasty.

Maintain the extravagant life of the cultivators' families and relatives.

Everything is inferior, only cultivation is high.

One person cultivates, the whole family enjoys.

Wang Lin stopped talking, he lowered his foolish eyes, trembling like his father.

The black-armored warrior did not deliberately hide his disappointment.

The excessive pursuit of psionic energy has led to a serious deviation in the world's values.

The strength of individual military force has prevented the resentment and anger of the bottom from forming a powerful change.

Cultivators born in hardship will eventually become supporters of this distorted system.

After all, their families and parents have become the most honorable people in one leap.

Women and wealth are all numbers.

Even the most humble cultivators can enjoy those mortal women at will without paying any price.

Such a situation is not an isolated case in Feixian civilization, but a common phenomenon.

The two classes of cultivators and mortals have been alienated into completely different individuals.

In the Shinto cultivation world where Confucianism and Buddhism are prevalent, this situation is better, but not much better.

The so-called magic and ghost worlds, which are promoted by refining various desperate emotions, are really unbearable to watch.

Their horror is comparable to that of the reincarnations in the main god space.

Every ghost cultivator and demon cultivator is a terrifying existence that surpasses the bloody people.

Their skills in torture of pain and blood can be called the pinnacle.

“.ˇ You will be transformed by the Empire. All men and women over the age of eighteen will be incorporated into the temporary army. Children under the age of ten and their mothers are exempt from this provision. With the help of the Empire, rebuild this world.”

“Any past history and legends will be banned, and anyone who violates this rule will be executed.”

“From now on, you are not allowed to kneel to anyone. You can choose to fight, and you are not allowed to kneel even if you die, otherwise you will be executed. Now all stand up, in the name of the leader, anyone who has not stood up after ten breaths will be directly executed.”

The warrior put away the sadness and sympathy he suffered for these suffering people, and decorated his voice with coldness and ruthlessness.

These people still have a chance of redemption.

But redemption is never carried out with kindness. Only tough measures can allow these suffering people to regain their dignity and self-confidence.

Understand that everyone is born equal.

Understand that they can have many ways to realize their own value, instead of being bound and denied by so-called spiritual roots and so-called practice.

The cold voice made Wang Lin and the others dare not disobey, and they all stood up in fear.

The metal creatures that could emit thousands of red rays of light were suspended above their heads.

Just now, they had seen the power of those lights.

Those practitioners were harvested as easily as grass.

No one dared to resist the order of the black-armored warrior.

They were all afraid of dying.

"Now, everyone should follow the robot's instructions to clean up and work. Don't try to disobey, otherwise death will come in an instant."

Leaving this sentence, the warrior turned and left.

He still has combat missions and can't waste too much time on these suffering people.

The whole world must be cleaned up in order to carry out the next stage of the plan.

Let the Feixian universe enter the real end of the law era.

Use the technological power of the empire to wipe out those so-called immortals and practitioners and reshape the development path of this civilization.

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The transformation is going very fast.

In a few days, various towering steel buildings and heavy element nuclear fusion reactors have sprung up.

With a large number of robots, the mountain where Lingxuan Sect is located is turned into a steel world

The first batch of imperial supplies will be delivered soon.

"Are these things all for me?" Wang Lin looked at the things in his hand in disbelief and asked a silver robot.

"Yes, transformer, these clothes and creatures are all yours."

The robot's voice was cold and mechanical, without any emotion.