179: Chapter 183 If I use my brother's blood to color your hair, I can cut off your head.

That giant eyeball, hidden at the bottom of the deepest arsenal on Mars, buried under a complex mess of waste pipelines and hundreds of thousands of tons of sealing soil...

The second it opened...

Inside the cockpit of the battle axe heavy cruiser, the looting progress bar—which had just been frantically counting down—was brutally sliced in two by a flash of blindingly dark black garbled code.

There were no sirens.

There wasn't even the earth-shaking physical roar that usually accompanied the appearance of so-called high-level civilization monsters.

In the underground core cavity, which was as large as two giant stadiums...

A high-dimensional computational extreme cold, so quiet it seemed to freeze the molecular motion of the surrounding vacuum, spread silently.

The thirty-odd mutated Astartes Recruits closest to that massive base were crudely devouring the remains of a high-energy reactor.

Their powerful mutated masterwork armor and muscle mass, ripened by high-pressure nutrient solutions and so thick that even an ordinary plasma cutter would take a while to draw blood...

In this zone of deathly silence, devoid of any strange sounds or fluctuations of light and shadow...

Their forward momentum was caught in an abruptly tiny frozen frame.

Their entire upper bodies, along with their indestructible Adamantium armor, were sliced through like a block of tofu by an incredibly sharp, thickness-less deboning knife.

Extremely smoothly... along the diagonal line of being cut in half at the waist.

In a bizarre scene where their massive upper bodies began to slide down under gravity, before blood or vessels even had time to spray from the absolute atomic-level smooth cuts!

They were split in two and killed on the spot by that invisible, intangible high-dimensional cutting force field!

On Li Cang's console, over three hundred green life cursors representing the Astartes...

Within that half-second, they flickered out like a row of light bulbs losing power.

Without any warning, they turned into the dark gray dead points representing brain death and rapid total cell destruction!

Not even a scream was transmitted back!

"Unknown deep-dive high-level logic exclusion strike detected. Judging by characteristics... it carries heavy Warp whisper contamination."

This was the incredibly ruthless thing that Mars hadn't dared to touch, sealed away for tens of thousands of years.

The remains of an out-of-control Men of Iron intelligence from the Great Dark epoch, its underlying code tainted by the Chaos Gods!

It didn't even need to fire; it relied solely on the dead-zone, atom-erasing spatial exclusion calculation net built around it or inherent to it.

It could peel any living creature within thirty meters into bloody cucumbers snapped in two!

"How elegant,"

Li Cang remarked, watching the subterranean carnage where over a hundred men were erased in the blink of an eye, smooth organs littering the ground without a single drop of blood splashing randomly.

There wasn't a hint of heartache or terrified retreat on his face despite the massive loss of the troops he had just poured his heart into creating.

In his eyes, which had spent years engaged in sneaky and calculating schemes within this great map...

Instead, in the face of this lethal and illogical high-dimensional oppressive strike...

A greedy, pathological bloody glint erupted, the kind a great bandit has when seeing a doubled reward and an out-of-print, hidden ultimate vault!

"Even that old golden guy only dared to send me down instead of coming himself to deal with you, you piece of junk."

"Even if I have to fill this pit with the corpses of all three thousand soldiers today, I'm going to dig out your poisonous brain to use as the ultimate antivirus for the next sector!"

Orders were thundered through the highest-intensity army-wide blind suppression system channel! There was no such thing as retreat!

The remaining two thousand nine hundred Burst-Step Mutated Astartes...

Under the growth stimulation of high-end genetic fertilizers from once-noble elves and the inhumane Warhammer restructuring...

They had never even fully developed the module for fear!

A black torrent frantically trampled over the slippery remains of their neatly killed comrades!

They held their Bolters, which were completely ineffective.

Instead of aiming, they fanatically drew the thorn-covered High-frequency iron chain-swords from their backs, revving them to maximum speed!

"Go! Use your flesh to coat that 'Emperor's New Clothes' of its—that elegant, invisible net! Smear it until it has a clearly visible red base!"

Dozens, hundreds!

Wave after wave of Astartes, like moths to a flame, charged into the death-cut zone with unwavering resolution!

Bodies were bisected, decapitated, and even finely dismembered into hundreds of fragments by the invisible net.

But!

That massive amount of dark red and sickly green violent visceral blood, smelling of Star Beast toxins and mutated nutrient solution...

Under the frantic suicidal filling of countless massive bodies, was not completely evaporated by the force field again!

Disgustingly and with targeted physical manifestation, amidst layers of spraying blood from those paving the way like suicide squads...

They forced that originally invisible and colorless lethal high-dimensional computational defense grid in this underground cavern...

To be fully coated, revealing a viscous, deep-red physical silhouette covered in stinking intestines!

"Number One! Lead the way! Number Fourteen, fire! Aim right for its face and blast those bastards! Gouge out that glowing, poisonous eye along with its forehead—that's the only way we survive!"

In the tragic and wild two-second window of physical exposure and vacuum vulnerability, won by the Warhammer-esque disregard for human life...

The entire underground cavern echoed with a massive engine roar, a mix of powerful mechanical hydraulics loud enough to shatter the remaining rock layers!

Number Fourteen, this mountain-sized, toxin-clad [Venomous Holy Dreadnought]...

His tiny crimson primary eye didn't even reflect the hundreds of mangled skeletal remains of his former camp recruit brothers who had blocked the blades and paved the path of blood for him.

There was only pure slaughter!

Tens of thousands of tons of thick, heavy black armor...

Charged brutally like a dump truck through the intermittent path created by the blood and gore that had fouled the computational judgment and caused the grid to stutter!

He stepped within five meters of the core forbidden zone of the death light shroud, which was still emitting pulses that could slice through half his shoulder guard!!

Vrrr—! Clang!

On his left arm, the already violent eleven-barreled large smoothbore rotary rapid-fire heavy cannon—stuffed with defective products but lethal at this range—

Without any preheating or calibration, it was jammed directly against the high-strength defensive metal jaw of that broken Men of Iron shell, which was just trying to wake up and deploy a high-dimensional mental strike!

A deafening, point-blank, terrifying rapid-fire barrage that made even Li Cang's anti-interference screen shake violently!

Tens of thousands of solid depleted uranium cores trailing green fire...

Were like the wild shots of a blind man at a firing range.

They brutally pounded the high-density shell of what was once a noble and terrifying remnant of a god...

Shamefully blasting a gaping, charred hole into it through this extremely crude, low-intelligence, and even thuggish oppressive discharge of fire!

Before the giant eyeball, emitting death-light contamination, could refocus and lock onto Number Fourteen...

"Tear it apart!"

The heavy armor-piercing alloy right claw on the dreadnought mech's right side, which was dripping with terrifyingly corrosive abyssal blood-pus...

Slammed out!

With a violent mechanical hydraulic closure strong enough to snap a planet's femur!

It thrust deep into the rift, reaching the location of the "Unnamable Black Star Core Brain" that pulsed with chaotic, evil intent and high-dimensional contamination!

With a deep, metallic screech that felt like time itself was being painfully wrenched apart, making scalps and internal organs quiver...

A massive chunk dripping with blinding blue and deep purple Chaos code debris, as large as a jeep and still frantically pulsing with disgusting contamination...

[Deep-Dive Contamination Terminal: Ancient Men of Iron Top-Secret Malfunctioning Core Dead-Core Data Remnant Embryo].

Was ripped out by Number Fourteen's venomous claw, dragging with it kilometers of high-strength optical nerve entanglement cables.

It was brutally and savagely plucked out like a rotten heart!

The massive shadow of the corpse in the ruins, which had been rapidly trying to muster a world-ending aura...

After a massive tremor and a brief, disbelieving pause, collapsed in a dignified-less, deflated heap into the pit of blood and mutant limbs, turning into a mountain of scrapped black junk.

After this bloody, high-speed clearance filled with screen-wide error reports and massive profits...

Li Cang let out a long, heavy breath of foul air that had been stuck in his lungs.

Just as he smugly ordered the Servitors to clean up and pack every scrap of Astartes armor and blood-sludge onto the ship to exit the simulation...

On his control panel...

In the very bottom-left corner, quite inappropriately for a public info channel that should have been locked...

Ding—!

A tiny, cold, and simple encrypted private message bar popped up, devoid of any sender signature or preamble.

[Not too stupid. Take these disgusting rejects of mine, along with your little bit of worthless cleverness. Take the cost and get out.]

This was from that golden Emperor-daddy, who had just unleashed a divine gaze and then watched coldly from above as Li Cang bled his resources dry.

Given to this little speculative vagabond who had shamelessly exploited an information gap for a wave of death-exemption benefits!

The clear verdict for passing this first round of testing!

Though mocking and dismissive, showing no mercy even in dismissal!

But when Li Cang saw that dark green clearance seal...

On his punchable face...

A wild, wide grin finally broke out, indifferent and satisfied to the core after being pushed to the limit.

"Thanks, old man. Hope you stay healthy and live a long life while those Four big god-dogs keep torturing you in the Webway."

In this deep pit unnoticed by the main system, the battle axe heavy cruiser—laden with out-of-print profits that would make every high-level civilization green with envy—ignited its massive, deep-space return thrusters.

Familiar with the path and ignoring all warnings and blockades...

It followed the secret rift in the simulation system's dimensional gate that had just been forcibly pried open.

Carrying Li Cang, who was finally ready, on the grand chessboard of reality outside...

With a high-pitched, malicious declaration to teach that so-called "Chess Player" civilization how to be a fat sheep and bow its head while taking a beating.

Fully loaded with top-tier loot, it arrogantly made its Warp jump return!