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"Sir, this planet has been completely occupied by us." A Kryptonian soldier saluted another man wearing a black armor.

"Well done, where are the prisoners?"

"According to the regulations of the empire, we have reduced them to hard labor."

"It's not necessary. The empire will start a new journey in this universe. We don't need weak slaves and hard laborers. What's more, they are too weak. Kill them all." He turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him.

Many old, weak, women and children on the plain waved their hands.

"Yes, sir. Do their bodies need to be converted into engine power?"

“How efficient is the conversion?”

"Low."

"They are not worthy. Leave their corpses where they are and let this planet continue to develop for a while. Make a mark and remember to treat the planet as a planet when we come back. Their corpses will become good fertilizer. Huh, this is all they have.

It’s of some use.”

The soldier saluted him, turned around, and disappeared using the jump function of the armor.

The disregard for life between the two people's words can be called inhumane, or perhaps the Kryptonians do not regard other races as equally intelligent creatures. In their eyes, races that are not strong enough are not even qualified to be slaves.

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The commander in black armor turned around, with his hands behind his back, looking at the Milky Way illuminated by countless stars, his eyes ignited with the flame of ambition: "There are so many planets waiting for Krypton.

conquer..."

He smiled, but the Kryptonian's extraordinary eyesight allowed him to see something discordant - such as a black dot flying quickly towards them. He squinted his eyes and tapped his temple.

The helmet that came with the armor immediately popped out from behind his neck, covering his head in layers. The zoom function of the eyepiece allowed him to see clearly what the black dot was - strictly speaking, it was a person.

A human being who does not need a spaceship or a propeller. He can sail in the universe with his body alone. He is wearing a black robe. He is thin, tall, pale, and extremely handsome. The commander's face became strange.

The eyepiece was alerting him, and the large red warning fonts that kept passing by made him think that there was something wrong with the server of his armor.

How is it possible for a human being to have a higher energy level than a battleship?

But he has more confidence in Krypton's technology. This armor has been with him for three hundred years and has never had any problems. If the warning is true...

He immediately opened the communication channel, and his voice began to echo in the ears of the soldiers on the planet and the Kryptonian battleship above the planet: "Attention all soldiers, we-"

The commander was stunned before he could finish his words. Because above the planet, the Kryptonian warship that covered the sky disappeared out of thin air within a second. There was no warning, and there was no captured warning of the attack.

.In just a blink of an eye, the battleship disappeared from the spot, as if it had never existed.

"Flagship! Flagship! Can you hear me?"

"They can't hear it."

An unfamiliar voice answered his question. The commander's pupils shrank, and before he could react, his own consciousness fell into darkness.

He Shenyan stood there and walked past the commander who was frozen on the spot, ignoring him.

He looked at the wreckage on the planet and sighed. Destruction is always easier than creation, and the Kryptonians are obviously good at it. Their physical fitness and technological level are extremely excellent, and they often only need to send a team of elite soldiers to completely destroy them.

For the government of a planet with an average level of technology, the rest of the affairs after the arrival of their battleships were just a matter of smooth sailing.

The people on this planet are hopeless, but fortunately there are still some people alive - as long as they are alive, there is still hope.

The crimson light lit up again in his eyes.

The Kryptonian soldiers who were escorting the civilians for execution died in an instant. The civilians looked at the invaders who were standing still in shock. Some of the bold ones stepped forward and kicked them.

The standing armor fell to the ground, and blood flowed from it. When they took a closer look, they realized that there was no one inside.

Is this a miracle?

The death of these invaders and the disappearance of the battleships overhead made it difficult for them not to think about the matter in this way, but He Shenyan had no interest in jumping out and becoming the god of an alien race. He just repaired the planet.

After the environment, he left.

He was outraged by the efficiency of the Kryptonians. In just one week since they came to this universe, these aggressive monsters had already invaded hundreds of planets. Every time they visited a planet, they would test the physical fitness of the races living on it to see if they were stronger.

will be brought back to the battleship to be used as hard labor - don't get me wrong, they are not made to work.

Instead, they were locked in a cabin and forced to use their brains as wetware computers for the rest of their lives. This was also the reason why they had to be physically strong. Kryptonians would not waste their energy on a weak race.

Transformation.

This process is very straightforward. If you can survive it, you can continue to live in pain for decades. If you cannot survive it, you will die on the spot.

Those with lower physical fitness will be used as fuel for battleships. Those with weaker physical fitness can only be used as fertilizer for the planet. Their planet will be marked, and the Kryptonians will sow plant seeds on it to serve as an agricultural planet. Wait until

They will return here for harvesting in a hundred years.

They are not growing crops for food, but a special plant that can provide energy. As this plant grows, it will gradually drain the life force of the planet. When the Kryptonians finish harvesting, the planet will

It would become a Death Star, and the Kryptonians would let it stay where it was.

It has to be said that their aggressive policy was quite efficient. It was precisely because of this efficiency that the mage became increasingly unhappy. He did kill many aliens and even directly destroyed two civilizations. But that was all for a reason.

, has never actively invaded any other planet. Whether it is him, Strange, or Ancient One, they all adhere to the principle that others will not offend me, and I will not offend others.

As for the methods of the people of Krypton...if it were just pure aggression, they were obviously committing genocide under the banner of aggression. What they did was simply heinous. And their strong will survive

In the eyes of the mage, the theory is full of loopholes and extremely ridiculous.

You said that only the strong deserve to survive, good, now I'm here.

The mage flew at full speed in the universe with an expressionless face. He no longer concealed his power. The huge magic power turned into some kind of deep echo in the universe.