Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 419 The Strictest Father in the Silicon-Based Empire

This performance of "Silver Melody" lasted for about 0.2 time units (one year).

"Look behind the silicon-based fleet!" came the adjutant's message.

Lan's gaze swept along the eight-dimensional line, and he saw a golden band of light suddenly appear behind the silicon-based fleet, like a giant wave in space, completely blocking their retreat.

The giant wave was composed of countless spatial folds made up of musical notes. Each fold was extremely small, and any warship that came into contact with the giant spatial wave would be instantly torn apart by the extremely high frequency of spatial light speed fluctuations.

A single object cannot travel normally in multiple light-speed spaces simultaneously. The drastic change in the speed of light would destroy all the remaining warships of the silicon-based empire.

Lan frowned upon seeing this.

This behavior is almost equivalent to the mirror directly intervening.

That's how the god of art is; he gets carried away when things reach their climax.

Hopefully, this won't attract the attention of those six pseudo-Dark Forest Gods.

"What is this?" Xiao Qing asked, pointing to the golden spatial wave that covered an area of ​​hundreds of light-years.

“That’s the mirror’s ‘sound barrier’,” Lan said softly. “The mirror used the change in the curvature of space to create an insurmountable giant wave. Now, the silicon-based fleet is just a wooden boat. Their only chance is to acquire the melody of ‘Silver Melody’ and dance according to the melody in advance… What a pity.”

"What's a pity?" Xiaoqing asked again.

"It's a pity they don't understand music; it's an art form that only carbon-based life forms can appreciate." A hint of sarcasm appeared on Lan's lips.

The silicon-based empire clearly realized its predicament. Instead of breaking out, their fleet began to assemble, forming a huge circular array of all its warships—a massive shield made of metal and crystal.

Oh, combining, that's an old talent of silicon-based life forms. If they can't win, they combine, just like building blocks.

Subsequently, the surface of each warship lit up with a blinding light, and the vacuum zero point energy of the higher-dimensional space was violently extracted, vaguely forming an environment almost like vacuum decay, which was at least equivalent to the energy of dozens of supernova explosions being focused together.

They are preparing for a final suicide attack, concentrating all their energy into a single explosion in an attempt to break through the pounding waves of space.

Energy is the most effective way to deal with spatial changes.

"Commander, they want to use pure energy to burn through the curvature music field of the mirror."

Blue's expression remained unchanged. The two hundred thousand warships that the Silicon Empire had left were simultaneously overloaded, and the energy generated was indeed enough to destroy the curvature field of the entire Alpha Blank Zone.

But what's the point of sacrificing everyone's lives just to destroy the arena?
Regardless, self-destruction can easily affect friendly ships, so we still need to be prepared.

"Can the mirror stop them?" Lan asked.

The mirror's voice reappeared in its consciousness, this time with a flippant tone: "Their chips have begun to resonate, like a string about to snap. Their processors have lost their minds; this will only hasten their death… Don't worry, no one can change the course of my 'notes.'"

The divine voice fell.

The golden light waves in the Alpha blank area suddenly began to contract, like a giant spatial fish, coiling around the circular array of the silicon-based fleet. At the same time, the melody of "Silver Melody" suddenly changed, from passionate to gentle.

The luster on the surface of the silicon-based warships began to dim; they had lost their do-or-die courage.

"The mirror is changing the resonant frequency of the metal atoms. Silicon-based thinking is too easily affected by space itself. The mirror is simply the strictest father of the silicon-based empire." The adjutant's message came through.

The silicon-based fleet's formation began to crumble, and some warships even turned around, attempting to surrender to the Federation fleet, their crystalline shells flashing a green light that signified "surrender."

This is the default peace signal for the entire Pisces-Cetus Supercluster complex, and it has not been used by the silicon-based empire in the past 20,000 galactic years of war.

But now, Lan has seen it with her own eyes.

A complex emotion suddenly welled up in Lan's heart. The war of the past 20,000 years, the sacrifice of countless carbon-based life forms, and the destruction of countless planets all seemed to have found an ending that was not perfect, but sad enough.

Could divine intervention make war so easy?
The final counterattack of this silicon-based fleet ultimately vanished amidst an ancient melody from the Milky Way.

The war, which lasted for 0.8 time particles, has ended.

Lan was still puzzled as to what was wrong with the silicon-based empire. The remaining 400,000 silicon-based empire fleet were "veterans" who had retreated from the second cantilever. Lan had also clashed with the commander of this fleet many times, and the other party was definitely not the kind of commander who would launch such a reckless attack.

Now that the last veterans are gone, how many mediocre members will remain in the silicon-based empire?
Does this kind of suicide attack really conform to the civilized instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm?

Within the Alpha blank zone, a large number of carbon-based warships 'cheered'.

"Cease the attack," Lan ordered. "Accept all surrendered silicon-based warships, destroy their engines and weapon systems, and imprison them in temporary prisons in the isolation zone. For silicon-based warships that are completely damaged, use antimatter annihilation to render them harmless."

The Federation's warships ceased firing, the torrent of light particle cannon fire gradually subsided, the golden band of light in the Alpha blank zone slowly disappeared, the curvature of space returned to normal, and the quantum glow returned to its initial faint white. The mirror's "performance" ended, and the universe fell silent once more.

"Is the war over?" Xiao Qing asked softly.

Lan shook his head: "No, the fleet's existing stock was wiped out, but the fleet's growth continues. The silicon-based empire still has production capacity. They may resume production and regroup at the end of the Orion Arm..."

After all, the Silver Disk region is not lacking in resources, but in any case, the main force of this force has been eliminated. Even if another fleet appears many years from now, at least for now they can no longer pose a threat to the heart of the Milky Way.

Xiao Qing clenched her fist, her eyes resolute: "Press the opportunity and eliminate them completely!"

Lan chuckled.

"Where's the mirror?" Lan suddenly asked. The adjutant pulled up the supermembrane communication record: "It left a message saying, 'This performance was wonderful, thank you for providing the stage,' and then disappeared. The short membrane signal reflection shows that its mirror membrane has left the Alpha blank area and is flying towards Cygnus 61."

Just as Lan breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden voice appeared.

It's Supermodel Communications!

You committed a foul.

Five powerful consciousnesses pressed down at the constant speed of eleven-dimensional light, instantly crushing the curvature field of the lingering musical resonance.

Blue realized something was wrong, but the mirror reacted even faster.

The mirror, which had only been gone a short while ago, returned almost instantly.

"It's just music," the mirror said.

"Why is music played in a war game?" the five gods asked in unison.

Is it reasonable for the opposing team to have their own background music in a war game?
"I need a beat, and these are it," the mirror explained, its reflection beneath the surface resembling a shattered silicon-based fleet, much like broken musical notes.

"Don't try to argue, you've committed a foul, and fouls must be punished," the five gods said in unison.

The mirror was somewhat puzzled. When did these cowardly, bullying pseudo-Black Forest Gods become so unified, even a bit aggressive?
Even if his playing disturbed the gods' cricket-fighting game, an apology would have been enough. Why was he still being so unreasonable?
This does not conform to the rules of communication between gods.

But Mirror didn't want to delve into the reasons behind it, nor was he too lazy to waste words. He had already prepared a highly lethal opening move, "Blues".

If you want to fight, fight.

If pushed too far, I might as well kill all five of you.
Upon seeing this, the five gods fell silent.

They just wanted to talk, not actually fight. Their main goal was to seek justice for the silicon-based empire and, incidentally, to criticize it. If a real fight broke out, this music fanatic would be stronger than any of their gods.

If only the Star God were here, he could have sent that madman to delay the Mirror. Unfortunately, he was relegated to a remote corner.

The mirror stands in the starless isolation zone, reflecting the endless Milky Way, as if it is about to play that extremely powerful blues!
As the music was about to begin, another god smashed through the eleven-dimensional space barrier set up by the five gods and arrived in an instant.

[Absolute Rigid Body]

As a well-known fan of the musician Mirror, after the absolute rigid body collided with the black hole, it easily shattered those tofu-like high-dimensional barriers and quickly arrived in front of its idol, staring at the five gods opposite with hostile eyes.

Seeing this, the five gods were even less inclined to fight.

No god likes to attack an impenetrable tin can.

If only the Star God were here, he could hold up the mirror with one hand and the absolutely rigid body with the other...

Shortly after the arrival of the [Absolute Rigid Body], the [Regular Pentahedron], a geometric pursuer of the Absolute Rigid Body, also arrived at the place. It sensed the hostility of the five gods towards the Absolute Rigid Body and, with hostile eyes, protected the Absolute Rigid Body and the mirror behind it.

Five Gods: ...

The regular pentahedron is a typical god of mathematical paradox. The five gods would rather fight against absolutely rigid bodies than against mathematical paradoxes. No one likes to be twisted into various geometric shapes.

If only the Star God were here, it could hold up the mirror with one hand, block the absolutely rigid body with the other, and withstand the pentahedron with the third...

Fortunately, no fourth god arrived at the scene.

The five gods were locked in a long standoff with the three gods.

The five gods wanted to leave, but they had to obey the commands of the Star Will... and the Star Will was the manifestation of the will of that supreme being, so they had no choice but to obey.

What to do? The five gods were caught in a dilemma.

If they were to attack the Carbon-Based Federation, Absolute Rigid and Pentahedron might not care. However, Absolute Rigid is a sycophant of Mirror, and Pentahedron is a sycophant of Absolute Rigid. This complicated inter-god relationship puts the five gods in a precarious position.

Moreover, the five gods might not be able to defeat the three gods. Just one absolutely rigid body is troublesome enough, not to mention the one who plays with spatial music and the one who plays with paradoxical geometry, each of them can fight very well.

But soon, they won't have to worry about it anymore.

Fourteen hundred light-years away, endless starlight shines across the world.

All the gods looked in that direction.

A faint sadness began to permeate the universe...

This feels like... a star god?
Wait, the Star God has fallen?
The five gods were astonished.

Almost at the same time as the Star God's fall, the Star Will transmitted a chilling message, and then seemed to be caught up and killed by some terrifying being.

After the gods analyzed it, the last words left by the star's will were only "one".

[Ah, it hurts so much...]

He died in excruciating pain.

(End of this chapter)