Han Xiao had originally thought that the Subterranean Mutants had to build their nests near the mines and could not move. However, Herlous' report had refreshed his impression. The Subterranean Mutants could actually move on their own?
This concept was akin to finally reaching a high ground and preparing to take down the crystal on the other side, only to realize that the other side had already taken the crystal and escaped!
They actually took the initiative to escape. Could it be because I invaded their nest last time?
Han Xiao was rather surprised and made some deductions.
The entire nest had besieged one intruder, but he had managed to escape with ease. Many of his fellow Subterranean Mutants had died in battle. Although only a few thousand Subterranean Mutants had been killed, the other Subterranean Mutants felt as if they had been there through the Telepathic Connection. In other words, Han Xiao alone had scared off tens of millions of Subterranean Mutants, leaving an indelible psychological shadow in their hearts.
Knowing how to fear the strong was an instinct, so the Subterranean Mutants in Nest No. 1 treated him as their natural enemy and migrated. The wide area telepathic connection provided the Subterranean Mutants with high efficiency decision-making abilities.
"That should be the case."
Han Xiao rubbed the back of his neck and felt that his guess was not far from the mark. The Subterranean Mutants had the habit of retreating when they encountered danger that they could not resist.
This situation made his train of thought clear.
The biggest reason the Sunils had attacked the Subterranean Mutants was to destroy the Prophecy Stone mines that the Subterranean Mutants had been protecting. Now, it was proven that the Subterranean Mutants could actually excavate the mines themselves. Since they could migrate, this conflict could be resolved.
As long as the Subterranean Mutants brought the Prophecy Stones away from Planet Sunil and moved to an uninhabited planet as their habitat, the problem would be solved. This way, the Sunils would not have to carry out the genocide, which was the best solution for both sides.
Han Xiao frowned and immediately realized the difficulty. This method seemed good, but the feasibility was very low. To capture hundreds of millions of Subterranean Mutants one by one, choose an uninhabited planet, and prepare a large number of spaceships for the migration, it would require tens of times more manpower and resources.
If they could migrate, the Sunils would have done so long ago.
Obviously, the Sunils did not have such an ability, and they did not want to abandon the home that they had built with great difficulty.
Therefore, wiping out the Subterranean Mutants was more cost-effective. To the Sunils, protecting the Subterranean Mutants was a waste of resources. Destroying them was always the easiest option.
"So, if we want to use migration as a substitute for extermination, we need to have external forces involved, such as large financial groups …"
Han Xiao frowned. What was the point of wasting so many resources to migrate the Subterranean Mutants? Could an undeveloped race bring enough benefits to cover the cost of a galactic migration? If they couldn't, then the value of saving them would be greatly reduced.
According to the terms of the contract, keeping the Subterranean Mutants was unnecessary.
Now, it was certain that Sunil would definitely carry out the plan of exterminating the entire race.
Therefore, this meant that the life and death of a species depended on one's thoughts.
So, to save or not to save …
Han Xiao was a little hesitant. There was originally no room for negotiation in the conflict between races, but now, another possibility had appeared. Even if the Sunils realized it, they would definitely not bring it up. Therefore, as long as Han Xiao did not bring it up, the operation would continue until the Subterranean Mutants were completely wiped out.
Originally, he was just an executor who only needed to fulfill the requirements of his employer. However, when he realized the new method, his role changed. He was no longer a simple mercenary. Instead, he became the only decision maker who could decide the life and death of a species. The pressure of making decisions was shifted to him.
When he had no other choice, Han Xiao would not have any psychological burden. However, the situation was different now. A weak species could not even decide their own life and death. He had the power to decide the life and death of an entire race.
After thinking for a long time, Han Xiao sighed. "Herlous, continue the operation and attack the other nest."
"Understood."
Herlous hung up the communication.
Han Xiao put away the communicator, called Sylvia over, and told her to supervise the construction team. He then left the construction site and found Fu Ding, who was enjoying the natural atmosphere in the forest.
In the green forest, Fu Ding sat cross-legged under a tree. An invisible wave of psychic energy rippled in the air. This was the result of a Psychic training.
Psychic energy was a mixture of energy and psychic energy. There were similar abilities in the Esper class as well. However, Psychics were able to enter the five major Super classes because they had a complete training system. As long as one was talented, they would be able to control psychic energy through training. There was no need for genetic mutations in the Esper class.
"Why are you looking for me?"
Hearing Han Xiao's footsteps, Fu Ding opened his eyes and smiled politely. However, he could not hide the distance in his eyes.
Fu Ding was very against the employment of the Black Star Corps in this war. Slaughtering a native race had crossed his bottom line. Fu Ding's attitude toward Han Xiao had a subtle change because of this.
"I would like to ask for your help. It's still the same request as last time. Study the telepathy of the Subterranean Mutants and try to communicate with them," Han Xiao said slowly.
"Didn't I reject it already? My answer is still the same."
Fu Ding did not hesitate. He knew that this war was not wrong, but he still did not want to be an accomplice to a massacre.
Han Xiao was not surprised. With his understanding of Fu Ding, this guy was more neutral and kind.
"You misunderstood. This time is not because of the previous time …"
Han Xiao explained his idea of migrating the Subterranean Mutants and smiled. "If we can build a communication bridge, perhaps this hypothesis can become a reality."
Fu Ding's eyes lit up, and he stood up. "Are you serious?"
"You know how trustworthy I am." Han Xiao smiled.
Fu Ding stared at Han Xiao and suddenly revealed a gentle smile that could make girls scream. The surroundings were dyed in a warm color.
"I was not wrong about you. Let's go. I will do my best to help you."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
Inviting Fu Ding for help was the decision made by Han Xiao. He chose to protect the Subterranean Mutants.
It was not because he was kind but because he believed in sustainable development.
Sunil's employment was over once and for all. Exterminating the race was done, but migrating the Subterranean Mutants had potential benefits. It was like harvesting twice the amount of leeks in a vegetable field.
The Subterranean Mutants were a race with a lot of potential. They might have a chance to become a new resource land for NPCs, so they were worth investing in. Although the initial investment was not small, Han Xiao now had the capital to squander. Planting leeks, digging a hole, burying some soil, and counting one, two, three, four, five.
Mental communication avoided the problem of language barriers. If he could reach a consensus with the Subterranean Mutants and get them to leave Planet Sunil willingly, they would be able to gather together, which would save him a lot of effort and not have to capture them one by one.
However, with the civilization level of the Subterranean Mutants, they might not be able to understand the concept of 'universe' and 'planet'. They had not even looked up at the stars before. Therefore, the only way was to let the Subterranean Mutants feel the threat of death and use fear to control them, making them surrender for survival.
Therefore, a suitable massacre was necessary.
Apart from that, there was another reason for doing this. The epic feeling of saving an entire race was obviously greater, and the players would like to play the role of the savior more. Therefore, they would have a greater sense of belonging to the Black Star Corps.
Of course, winning back Fu Ding's Favorability was also another reason. Han Xiao did not want the leeks in his house to pull him out of the ground and run away.
…
Half an hour later, in the underground world.
The expedition team built a temporary camp. The lighting equipment made the dark underground world as bright as day, and the Sunil armored troops stood guard outside.
Herlous had already received the next order. He led the army toward Nest No. 2, which was marked on the map.
When they arrived at the edge of the nest, the vanguard team quickly encountered a large group of Subterranean Mutants, about three to four hundred of them.
"What the f * ck, they are much uglier than in the pictures."
Many players had disgusted expressions, especially the female players. The Subterranean Mutants, which had insect-like characteristics, were basically heresy in this era where looks were everything.
This group of Subterranean Mutants also noticed the expedition team and came over. Their tentacles waved as if they were curious about what this group of creatures that they had never seen before was.
Tu, tu, tu!
The next moment, the armored troops fired at the same time!
The Sunil armored soldiers pulled the trigger of their large-caliber armor-piercing assault rifles without hesitation. The gunshots broke the silence of the underground world, and the blinding gunfire lit up the underground world. The dense rain of bullets easily tore apart the bodies of hundreds of Subterranean Mutants, turning them into minced meat.
"Advance!"
The officers of the various teams shouted. The Sunil troops marched forward, and their heavy armor stepped on the ground. Their footsteps were orderly, and the players on the side looked over.
Rumble!
At this time, an earthquake-like sound came from the nest. The ground shook slightly, and the sound of thousands of beasts rapidly approached.
"Defensive formation, hold the position!"
The Sunil troops quickly changed their formation and prepared to take the brunt of the attack.
Boom!
A black flood surged out from the various tunnels. The number of Subterranean Mutants in Nest No. 2 had reached tens of millions, and the ground shook non-stop.
At this time, Herlous finally opened his mouth, and his voice was like thunder.
"Black Star Mercenaries, fire at will!"
Hundreds of thousands of players charged out, and the crowd lit up with colorful lights.
Boom!
The two floods collided, and the war broke out!
…
At the same time, Han Xiao and Fu Ding came to the Sunil Research Department and borrowed the dozen or so Subterranean Mutants that they had captured alive.
The dozen or so Subterranean Mutants were locked up separately, and they were not allowed to come into contact with each other. A small pile of Prophecy Stones was placed in the middle to provide them with telepathy.
"You're the expert, so I'll leave it to you." Han Xiao extended his hand and made a 'please' gesture.
Fu Ding smiled and released his psychic power to touch the Prophecy Stones.
The Subterranean Mutants used the Prophecy Stones as a communication base, which was equivalent to a server. As long as a Psychic adjusted his psychic wave to the frequency of the Subterranean Mutants, he would be able to log into the chat channel of these dozen or so Subterranean Mutants.
After adjusting for a while, Fu Ding's eyes sparkled. "Success."
As soon as he said that, Fu Ding's expression became weird.
"What's wrong?" Han Xiao raised his brows.
"Er … it's different from what I imagined." Fu Ding had a weird expression. "Accept my telepathic link, and I'll pull you in too."
Han Xiao nodded. He felt that Fu Ding was trying to connect to his mind, so he did not reject it.
The moment he accepted it, his vision suddenly split into two. One side was the real world, and the other side was a white space that seemed to have no end. This was the space of the mental network, and he could cut off the link at any time.
The Subterranean Mutants and Fu Ding were inside, and their positions were the same as in the real world. Their appearances were blurry, and only their silhouettes could be seen.
Before Han Xiao could come back to his senses, the dozen or so Subterranean Mutants started chattering through their psychic waves.
"Wow, another one of our kind is here."
"Why do you all look different? You're too ugly."
Han Xiao was stunned. He did not expect the Subterranean Mutants to treat him as one of their kind. With their cognitive level, they probably thought that everyone who could log into the mental network was one of their kind.
After chattering for a while, the group of Subterranean Mutants' attention quickly shifted, and they started chatting with each other.
"Why are we locked up?"
"I don't know. Also, you asked this question before."
"Those long creatures are so weird. They actually feed us and take away our feces."
"Haha, I understand now. It's because our feces are the food of those creatures."
"So that's how it is! I understand now! So, the more we poop, the more they feed us! "
"That's sick. There are actually creatures that eat feces."
"Hehe, I just pooped a huge pile of feces. I'll definitely be full for my next meal."
"Wow, that's amazing."
What the f * ck is this? Han Xiao's mouth twitched. From the perspective of the Subterranean Mutants, this conclusion was really reasonable.
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