Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

Sixty million people.

There was no hunger, no disease, and no Devouring Beasts.

There is no future either.

StarCraft World

—Hyperion—

Renault finally lit the cigar he had been holding for half an hour.

The rising smoke blurred his features.

"Jimmy."

Horner asked in a low voice, "Is that neutron annihilation... possible...?"

"impossible."

Renault interrupted him: "If Mengsk had that thing, the first thing he'd blow up would be Korhal—then me, then the entire Dominion."

He exhaled a smoke ring.

"It's not that he doesn't want to. It's that he can't do it."

Horner remained silent.

“And those people on that screen,” Reynolds paused, “not only did they do it, they mass-produced it.”

He stubbed out his cigar.

"Blast an entire planet into a mine—just to save a few years of mining time. Seal 60 million people in transparent coffins—simply because they 'didn't have time to deal with the surrender document.' Drain a star alive—"

He stopped.

"...Never mind. I'm not going to say anything more."

—Charles—

Kerrigan's purple eyes narrowed slightly.

"...The swarm devours the world in order to grow, to evolve, and to become stronger."

She looked at the industrial planet in the sky that had been annihilated and purified by neutrons.

The city is intact, the factories are running, and there is no one around.

"They devour the world to make room."

The insect queen behind her emitted an uneasy, low-frequency hiss.

The swarm never kills for the sake of killing.

But these humans—they will.

There's another thing I have to mention.

Although I don't want to admit it.

But these humans, under the rule of the Fourth Scourge, seem to be more efficient than their Zerg counterparts.

Warhammer Universe

——Holy Terra——

The solitary figure atop the golden throne remains unmoved since time immemorial.

But his breathing was heavier than it had been in ten thousand years.

—Mars, the Mechanicus—

The binary chanting was interrupted.

The servo skull fell from mid-air like a puppet with broken strings.

The oldest mechanical priest uttered a code-level whisper: "Divine Judgment—it does not destroy metal. It does not destroy circuits. It does not destroy any hardware."

"It destroys... what we thought were... souls."

silence.

The Tribunal for the Detest of Intelligence is not afraid of the Detest of Intelligence.

That's what I'm afraid of.

—Makulagh—

Guilliman stood at the window of his study.

The book "Imperial Admonitions," which he had read for three hundred years, was still open on the table, but his gaze was no longer on the pages.

"...Father spent two hundred years unifying Terra, and another two hundred years conquering the stars."

His voice was calm, as if he were stating a historical fact that had nothing to do with him.

"His vision for the ultimate goal of humanity is reason, order, and eternal peace."

He looked up at the sky.

"And the humans on that sky—they took their father's end as their beginning."

"If your father were alive, would he be gratified or terrified?"

No one answered.

—The Eye of Fear—

Abaddon gazed at the purple tide that would never turn back.

"...Chaos corrodes the soul, and it takes hundreds of years."

His voice was unusually devoid of sarcasm.

"They format souls in just three seconds."

"Even the most powerful ruler would fall silent if he saw this empire."

—Ruins of Cadia—

An old Imperial Guard soldier with a scarred face spat out the sand from his mouth.

"...I've fought demons for twenty years. I've fought greens for ten years. I've fought aliens for who knows how many years."

He looked at the scholars on the sky whose wisdom had been wiped away by the "brain-destroying beams".

"But I've never been afraid."

He paused.

"I'm a little scared now."

His zy did not reprimand him.

Because even ZY is afraid.

[Super God World]

—Blazing Sun—

Pan Zhen placed his palm on the pillar of the Temple of the Sun.

That crack was caused by his knuckles pressing down on it.

"...The blazing sun reveres the sun. We borrow fire from the stars, and we never forget to repay them."

He looked at the giant ship in the sky that was "drinking" the stars.

"And they—they use the sun as ammunition, as fuel, as a battery that can be replaced at any time."

His voice was deep.

"They do not revere the light. They only revere sufficiency."

Overwatch World

Winston took off his glasses and slowly wiped them.

"...During the machine crisis, we feared that machines would become human."

His voice was very low.

"Now, we're afraid that humanity will become...this."

Tracer didn't laugh.

Zenya Tower's spirit orb floated in mid-air, completely still.

They call the angels of euthanasia "merciful".

His synthesized voice was very soft: "To lock 60 million people in a cocoon from which they will never be born, and call it benevolence."

He paused.

"...We once thought that compassion was the highest form of intelligent life. It turns out that it can also be the lowest."

【Collapse Iron World】

--space station--

For the first time, hesitation appeared in the light in Screw's eyes.

"...I calculated 4.7 billion strategies to defend against the judgment of the gods."

Black Tower tilted his head: "Conclusion?"

"None of them are feasible."

He paused: "Because there is no strategy that can defend against 'not believing in yourself'."

He looked down at his hands, which were made of alloy and photon circuits.

"If one day this light shines on me... I don't know if I will still remember that I was once Screw Goom."

Black Tower rarely doesn't joke.

"...Then write down everything that needs to be written down before it gets photographed."

——The Immortal Ship "Luofu"——