MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 339 Frequent Malice

Moreover, in addition to the deployment of information resonance and information interference, the Land of Light has also developed an information-based defense device.

Such technology can directly protect one's own information state from being tampered with, and can also spread through the power of defensive devices to isolate the forces of malicious cultural information interference over a large area without the application of force.

This is of great significance. So far, through information resonance, the Land of Light has been able to precisely target and eliminate malicious cultural life forms, leaving no middle ground.

Therefore, to this day, no normal interstellar civilization has been discovered other than the wandering infected.

These informational life forms have already infiltrated countless civilizations. Although the Land of Light has long been prepared, even at the cost of direct conflict with other civilizations, it wouldn't be a bad thing to be able to sever the mysterious interference of these informational beings remotely without direct armed conflict.
After a soft sigh, Xincheng reactivated the communication: "This is Xincheng. The 74th malicious cultural life form has been completely consumed."

(Received, Xincheng. Your physical structure has reached a critical point of damage; continuing action carries extremely high risks. The spacetime beacon has been activated; return immediately to rest.)
"Understood, I'll be right back," Shinjo replied, then began to transform himself into a pure stream of light, channeling it into the transformation device in his hand, attempting to open a faint spacetime passage in the starry sky to return to Earth.

However, in the next instant, his movements came to an abrupt halt.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at a galaxy in the distance.

A strange fluctuation of information crossed the void and clearly entered his perception.

The tension that had eased slightly after defeating the enemy instantly tightened again.

He cried out urgently, "This is New City! The spacetime coordinates have been activated, but I cannot return for the time being! Anyone who is available, please come immediately to receive these Reicuran alien larvae!"

The Space Garrison Command Center immediately responded: (An accident has occurred?)
Xincheng didn't answer immediately, but instead focused intently, his mental energy surging forth like a tide. Gradually, the scattered fragments of information coalesced into a complete and brutal picture.

It was a blue planet ravaged by war.

Countless weapons unleashed devastation, and the shockwaves of the explosions swept across the land.

Countless blue aliens, resembling humans, looked up at the sky with endless despair and anger, watching helplessly as tens of millions of their compatriots were abducted by extraterrestrial visitors.

A colossal ship tore through the atmosphere and vanished into thin air, leaving the planet to lick its wounds in ruins.

Inside that giant ship, however, the scene was quite different.

The Lebik aliens, with their raven-like postures and scarlet eyes, were gathered together to celebrate their hunting festival.

Adults and juveniles mingled and chatted happily at the banquet.

The "ingredients" for their banquet were a group of blue aliens who had been stripped of their clothes and were remarkably similar to humans.

At a dining table, a young Lebik star, its eyes gleaming with a mixture of innocence and greed, stared intently at the "delicacies" on the table.

On the table, the girl with her limbs severed was contorted with despair as she cried out in a hoarse voice, "No! Don't eat my child! Please, eat me instead!"

Pleading is useless.

The innocent-looking child, with drool dripping from its mouth, held a sharp blade and ruthlessly sliced ​​up another defenseless "ingredient," swallowing and chewing the flesh and blood.

Beneath the blood-stained blade, a bewildered, childish voice cried desperately, as if trying to ease the pain: "Mommy...save me...it hurts so much..."

This small spaceship... no, it is by no means a small ship. Its main body is as vast as the Dobby Mountains. Through space compression technology, it shrinks to the size of a grain of sand after leaving the atmosphere.

Inside, the "ingredients," which have also undergone space compression, are densely packed, filling every ecosystem.

Men, women, children, and the elderly, regardless of height or weight, and whether their faces showed madness or pain, were all forcibly bound and kept in captivity by automated machinery.

Meanwhile, the spaceship's owners—the crow-like Lebik aliens—cleaned up the wailing, pleading, and desperately resisting "ingredients" amidst feasts and laughter, and served them on the table...

Through this trans-temporal connection, Xincheng also "heard" a cold conversation inside the spaceship. An elderly crow-man, with his child, was boasting about the slaves in his "breeding farm":
"My good child, you must study hard and train a lot so that you can capture so many slaves in the future."

The young crow-man tore at the still wailing infant in his hands, biting at the dark blue limbs, chewing them for a while, and then spitting them out in disgust.

He looked at the "unpalatable" slaves in front of him with a blank expression and asked, "Father, but these slaves don't taste good, so why did you capture them?"

"Hahaha..." The older crowman laughed and patted the child's head. "In the Interstellar Federation, it doesn't matter whether intelligent beings taste good or not. What matters is that they are smart enough, so that the mental experience of tormenting them is wonderful."

“Our silly child is too young to eat these things, but many wealthy merchants and nobles love to eat them…”

Sensing these fragmented moments, the utter despair, and the chilling message conveyed in the conversation, Shinjo's fists clenched so tightly in the light that they cracked. The anger deep within his soul began to stir like a dormant volcano.

"Report!" His voice trembled with anger. "Traces of what appears to be the Interstellar Alliance of aliens have been discovered! Also, I heard a distress call; I must go and help them!"

The Ultramen at the Space Garrison Command Center reviewed the transmitted information, remained silent for a moment, and then gave a calm response: (Understood, go ahead, we will provide support as soon as possible.)
Fury surged within him, and Xincheng's body was enveloped in a blazing crimson sphere of light, transforming into a streak of light that hurtled toward the tiny, sand-grain-sized spaceship at an unprecedented speed.

……

"You bastards!"

A roar echoed across the starry sea.

The ferocious giant fist slammed into the spaceship, which was smaller than a grain of sand, easily shattering the spatial force field that enveloped it, restoring it to its terrifying size, as large as a mountain.

Despite being enraged by the barrage of automatic weapons raining down on the spaceship and the swarms of small warships emerging from it, Shinjo remained absolutely calm.

He calmly parried and dodged, destroying them one by one.

Fortunately, these raven-like Lebi aliens were not very strong, and before long, all the spaceship's resistance was crushed.

Inside the raging spaceship, a crimson-silver giant coldly surveyed the surviving crow-people slaves and the noble crow-people infants glaring at him. "You shall await the judgment of the Land of Light!"

After saying this, he looked at the imprisoned slaves in the spaceship, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, and then sighed.

He shouldered the enormous vessel, turned, and flew towards the distant, deep blue planet.

The spaceship is imprisoned with intelligent life forms from different civilizations, their numbers shockingly large.

"Looks like we'll have to go all out next," Shinjo muttered to himself, his voice filled with icy battle intent. "The Interstellar Alliance, is it? Hmph! They actually let these demons exist!"

Soon, the deep blue planet came into view.

The new city was preparing to land, but at that moment, it froze.

Rumbling--

A deafening roar, deep and muffled, transmitted the message of the blossoming of destruction outwards in the form of gravitational waves.

The planet, which had just been ravaged by war, shattered before his eyes!

Xincheng abruptly turned his head, his boundless rage fixed on the mechanical island suspended in the void, just a few light-seconds away.

That sub-light-speed mass missile, which reached over 99% of the speed of light and was used to destroy planets, originated from there.

(End of this chapter)