I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 435 Where is the Oppression?

The sky screamed before the earth.

Like a metallic roar from some living creature, the sound tore through the stratosphere of the blue planet.

A-Lian raised her head and looked at the enormous object that covered half of the capital's sky.

It is not a streamlined shape, but a ferocious, asymmetrical steel behemoth, its surface covered with pulsating dark red fleshy carapace, like a blood-dripping fang piercing the sky.

The front-end crushing array began to rotate, emitting a piercing friction sound.

It didn't fire, but slowly descended, and wherever it passed, the glass curtain walls of the city's skyscrapers shattered in pieces, and the steel skeletons were twisted and peeled off by an invisible force field, like pieces of icing licked by a giant beast.

Concrete and steel bars fell from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground.

The patrolling robot darted away, avoiding the bricks that nearly hit it.

It looked up at the sky, its tone tinged with disdain: "How barbaric."

After sending a message to number 11839, the Autobots all withdrew from the capital.

The Orc Empire's starships were still falling, and the ancient buildings of the Forbidden City emitted mournful cries.

Suddenly, a blue light, like ripples on water, wove into a giant net, catching the Orc Empire's starship from below.

Number 11839 was very unhappy: "Kru is furious, are you challenging the authority of the Covenant Exploration Team?"

The terrifying starship stopped falling, and an arrogant and unrestrained voice, like muffled thunder, resounded throughout the capital.

"Haha, how could that be? Look how well I've adapted to the local customs; I'm using the Eastern language of Blue Star."

As the words fell, all A-Lian saw was something that looked like a landing pod, crashing straight into the ground from the belly of the starship.

"Oh no, run!" A-Lian's pupils shrank, she grabbed Luna who was still in a daze, and ran to the side.

It's too late, but it's soon.

The landing capsule, like a meteorite, crashed into the plaza in front of the main hall of the Forbidden City in a very short time, creating a crater several meters deep.

The shockwave it generated exploded in a ring shape, and the blue bricks on the square cracked and were lifted up in a spider web pattern.

Amidst the smoke and dust, A-Lian saw a nearly three-meter-tall figure slowly rise to its feet, its excessively congested muscles writhing like a living thing beneath its iron-gray skin.

Ah Lian gasped.

It turns out that what we just saw wasn't a landing capsule, but a living creature! It caused such great damage with just its physical body.

A-Lian felt as if a thousand pounds had fallen from her heart. She knew very well that Lu's mother's physical strength was far inferior to that of the orc in front of her.

Her hands, hidden behind her back, were clenched into fists. The stinging pain from her nails piercing her skin paled in comparison to the despair in her heart.

Humanity on Earth is technologically inferior to the Star Alliance, and now, even their physical strength is far behind.

What can humanity on Earth rely on to win?

The orc in the dust didn't even check his knees, as if the impact was nothing more than a tickle to him.

He turned his straight, burning yellow eyes, completely ignoring the little stink bugs hiding under the eaves of the nearby houses.

"Number 11839, when can we start the promised buffet? My people are starving."

A blue beam of light flashed and condensed in mid-air into a ghostly blue humanoid silhouette.

"You're always so impatient. As long as you give me what you promised, you can enjoy these delicious dishes anytime."

A-Lian, Luna, and the other 16 people were dragged to their feet as if by an invisible claw, brought before Kru's fury. Luna trembled uncontrollably; this orc was incredibly tall. She was barely waist-high in front of him.

The white breath that spewed from between his fangs seemed to carry a scalding temperature.

Luna closed her eyes tightly, unable to look any longer.

Number 11839 resembled a butcher promoting pork in a butcher shop, listing the advantages of humans from Earth one by one.

"Kru is furious. See them? They're carbon-based humanoids, the Zerg's favorite treat. Several of them are even from the Eastern Kingdom."

To facilitate Klu's inspection of the goods, number 11839 snapped his fingers, and the clothes of the 16 people turned into strips of cloth that fell to the ground.

Luna instinctively tried to protect her private parts, but found herself as if she had been frozen in place, unable to control her body.

Intense shame and anger filled her mind.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

She didn't want to live, but she didn't want to die this way either.

A-Lian didn't care about any of that, he was just worried about Luna, but he couldn't speak, he could only ask with his eyes.

Luna was completely flustered because Kru's furious gaze was fixed on her.

Even worse, Kru was furious and started walking towards her.

His rough hands, like steel clamps, could crush Luna's bones with a gentle squeeze.

That deadly hand roamed over Luna's body, like choosing a pet.

Check if this pet has all four limbs, a full chest, and a perky butt.

This process of being inspected was incredibly humiliating.

Luna wanted nothing more than to bite the orc in front of her to death.

Kru was oblivious to the little pet's bared teeth; he was more interested in: "Number 11839, do humans on Earth reproduce sexually?"

Number 11839 snorted coldly. He knew it; these beastmen were like dogs that couldn't change their nature.

After a long period of development and expansion, the Orcish Empire's territory spans 17 star systems, ruling over 312 habitable planets, and is known throughout the Covenant for its insatiable desire for expansion and its cruel laws of survival.

Their reproductive methods have evolved from solely sexual reproduction to a system in which they can plunder advantageous gene fragments from powerful prey through engulfment and fluid exchange, integrating these fragments into their own reproductive cells or embryos to produce enhanced offspring with mixed characteristics.

This trait is similar to that of the Zerg, but the Zerg are more powerful, more versatile, and have a higher reproductive capacity. The difference between the two is like that between an abacus and a quantum computer.

Therefore, the Orcish Empire, which greatly admires strength, regards the Zerg as its idol.

When facing weaker creatures and civilizations, the Orcish Empire prefers to use sexual reproduction through the exchange of bodily fluids.

Firstly, they can obtain cheap pleasure from it. Secondly, since the weaker beings who are the recipients generally also bear the responsibility of giving birth to hybrid offspring, all the risks are borne by the recipients, and the orcs do not need to pay anything.

Number 11839 utterly despises this behavior. In his eyes, sexual reproduction is the lowest form of reproduction, while fission reproduction is far more advanced.

"Of course, Kru's Fury, you can choose any human from Earth you want."

Kru laughed furiously, his laughter making Luna and Alian's heads buzz.

Before they could recover from their dizziness, the two of them were squeezed into the armpit by Kru's fury.

Kru stomped his foot in fury, and they charged back to the starship like cannonballs: "Number 11839, I'm very satisfied with this deal. The goods have been sent to you, let my people have their meal."