174: Chapter 178 Using your immortality fruits as my fertilizer

The moment the [Special Flesh Synthesis High-Level Template Fragment] attached to the incubator's soil pipeline was parsed by the battle cruiser's scanning probe, revealing its underlying structure...

A cold, mocking sneer finally appeared on Li Cang's usually expressionless face.

This wasn't some agricultural improvement blueprint.

This was an absolute taboo flesh-and-blood furnace blueprint, secretly led by the highest levels of the Eternal Star Crown Federation, specifically designed to strip the vitality and psionic energy of low-level elven civilians and knead them losslessly to forge a vessel capable of carrying high-dimensional 'longevity' consciousness.

This kind of ultra-stable civilization, which claimed absolute order and nobility on the surface of the great map, secretly engaged in such business to extend the lives of its generals. On the system's extremely strict contraband audit red line, it was even filthier than Warhammer's overt slaughter.

“No wonder such a big item was left here without even decent guards; they're afraid their own fleet radar's audit would flip their backyard over.”

Li Cang didn't have the time to take this thing to the system tribunal to report them.

On the great map, reporting the scandals of high-dimensional powerful elites would only result in a pile of useless verbal fines.

He only wanted real combat power!

That high-level template, radiating a holy white light and filled with so-called elegant magic-pattern arrays,

was thrown directly by him into the forced dimensionality-reduction mosaic-maker of the [Mars Forging Primary Cultivation Terminal Group].

He didn't bother extracting high-level parameters like 'maintaining consciousness integrity' or 'preserving the perfect elven shell.' Li Cang issued an extremely crude single command: “Cut it all out. I only want the most extreme 'Irrational Physical Ripening' function.”

Under the grinding and crushing of the high-horsepower Warhammer machines, the white light was directly dismantled into extremely frantic green mutation code.

On Mining Planet No. 3, inside the large planetary core thermal pit nearly a thousand meters deep at the equatorial center,

the Servitors had long since temporarily transformed this place into a crude, open-layout genetic cultivation tank large enough to hold half a great lake.

Previously, it had been idling due to a lack of resources, only producing over a hundred barely-passable Star Beast recruits.

But now, as the massive discharge port in the bottom hold of the battle axe heavy cruiser aligned with the bottom of the pit,

thousands of super nutrient solution tanks, dug up along with the soil from the Federation, were brutally smashed against the pit's edge by Servitors using sledgehammers without any opening ceremony.

Crash! Countless tons of that pure blue special-demand high-level potion, which even Federation generals would be too envious to drink all at once,

were poured wastefully into the thermal pit like worthless foot-washing water, mixed with glass shards and a large amount of foul-smelling Dead Star soil, gushing down like a waterfall of hundreds of tons.

And that wasn't all.

That fragment of [Irrational Physical Ripening] garbled code, which had just been filthily modified from the holy magic spectrum, was mixed with the trace amounts of Abyss Toxin Core residue left over from the previous Battle Royale.

It was added as yeast into this massive basin of rich, muddy water.

At this moment, the estimation needle of the control cabin system trembled and flashed red frantically because the values were rising too fast.

【Warning: Mass of input energy materials is overflowing. Cultivation environment is severely contaminated and mixed!】

【Current forced-growth batch genes have a possibility of extremely unstable, violent, and fanatical rejection!】

Li Cang took a sudden swig of synthetic water that tasted bitter because it hadn't been purified.

“I'd prefer them to be as abnormal as possible. Those rule-following young masters were just wiped out in their nest by madmen like us who don't follow rules, weren't they?”

He plugged the entire main shipyard's nuclear-powered cold water circulation pipes, originally used to cool the main cannons, directly into the thermal pit just to provide the final cooling suppression for these freaks.

In this bottomless ripening boil, the nutrient solution in the pit bubbled frantically with disgusting, lava-like large bubbles.

High-level troop seeds that the high-level civilizations of the great map would need decades or even centuries of careful nurturing to hatch were being extremely compressed by crude alchemy in this utterly inhumane and utilitarian Warhammer instant hotpot.

After only twelve hours of violent geological tremors,

the boiling blue-green sludge at the bottom of the pit was gradually scorched dry by the geothermal heat and absorbed to the limit.

Accompanied by an extremely muffled, crude, and massive thud of a metal boot stomping the ground from the very depths of the pit!

Li Cang stood before the large floor-to-ceiling window.

His system panel directly forced out a massive Tier 4 Epic Purple troop confirmation box amidst the surging data.

It wasn't just individual scattered units.

On the equatorial plains of Mining Planet No. 3, covered in gloomy gray clouds and the stench of billowing hot oil,

from that massive pit,

one after another, massive figures in an astonishingly dense, black-web-like formation stepped directly out from the edge of that bottomless pit.

A full! Three thousand two hundred and forty-seven of them!

Their muscles, due to the high-intensity compression of those premium nutrient solutions and the forced growth of the taboo blueprint, had expanded under their heavy adamantine-spare power armor to over three meters tall, nearly deforming the armor!

They hadn't just integrated the early Star Beast anti-toxins. At this stage, due to the effect of that irrational growth blueprint,

this entire group of three thousand monsters, marked by the system as the [Starfall Variant · Punisher Astartes Tyrant Heavy Infantry Regiment], appeared.

In their eyes, there was only the red light representing cold-blooded slaughter. Their faces had been catalyzed to the point where no redundant human emotional muscles remained, leaving only high-resistance biochemical keratin faceplates that looked like they were forcibly stitched together with scars.

“Boom!”

Over three thousand heavy, solid, long-barreled high-explosive armor-piercing heavy guns stomped into position on the ground. That was the deepest, absolute echo of slaughter from the depths of the Warhammer genes, requiring no pre-battle speech.

This was the absolute qualitative trump card change after making a fortune on the great map! This was an armored flesh-tide troop regiment that, if placed on any border of the great map, could even forcibly devour a small planet whole without leaving a bone!

“This time, even if I find that old elven bastard's home planet...”

Li Cang looked at the dense rows of red eyes.

However, before he could finish admiring his bandit-style troop formation on his chair—which was enough to shock the wealthy players of the great map—

the [Whisperer Radar Induction Matrix] in front of him, which had just been upgraded to the highest warning bandwidth in the area during this construction,

showed signals not just in the front row, but even in the extreme periphery of the far rear across all frequencies!

The entire red area, representing extremely dangerous large-scale fleet jump lock-on points, was like a super ocean swallowing this point of the Dead Star!

Beep—Beep—! That wasn't a report from just one faction!

【Server-wide Public Domain Wide-Area Extinction Warning!】

【The Eternal Star Crown Federation has directly issued a 'Civilization-Level Joint High-Dimensional Announcement Eradication Order'! Waiving unilateral authority!】

【Detected that besides 'The Chess Player', the Paleolithic-level deep space mechanical civilization ranked in the top twelve of the great map: The Void Cult... has joined the joint operation!】

【Starfall Howl Relic Survivor Alliance: Pale Abyss and five other high-level overlords... have directly skipped the buffer period... tearing through the regional barrier net for heavy orbital drop!】

A map-wide encirclement! This wasn't revenge; this was because, after discovering the details of his rat-like heavy cruiser's violent cleansing, the old fogies of the great map felt an extremely substantial threat and united to deploy the true bottom-line slaughter net used to destroy entire sectors!

Li Cang's hand, which had been in wild joy, suddenly clenched the chair's armrest as he stared at the top of the global display screen, which was now lit up in solid red.

“What does three thousand men matter?”

With such a grand display, this high-dimensional melee sweeping the entire server, even if he had eight hands, he couldn't protect this broken rock.

In this extremely frantic dead-end encirclement, Li Cang suddenly turned his head.

He looked at the most hidden part of the control cabin, at the [Origin Deduction: Martian Dawn] screen that had been locked and blacked out due to high-risk disconnection! He hadn't yet reached the bottom of that golden giant and Mars!

“It seems a desperate defense is useless now. I have to go to that true madman's house and get the heavy tools that can smash this large nebula's foundation!”