An information signal, in the form of electromagnetic waves, was transmitted from the vast fleet that was rapidly decelerating and approaching the Pegasus V432 star system, traversing billions of kilometers to reach the inner reaches of the star system, where it was received by Li Qingsong.
The majority of this information consisted of readily apparent dictionary entries, which Li Qingsong imported into his automated analysis model. He quickly mastered the writing system used by this Machine Calamity civilization and deciphered another message.
"Greetings, prey civilization.
We are the Black Mountain Civilization. As you can see, our civilization has reached the Strong Nuclear level, possessing far superior technology and military strength compared to yours.
Resistance against us is unwise. Any simulation model will show that your probability of victory or escape is zero.
Only by accepting all our arrangements can your civilization have the opportunity to continue, and your civilization's beings will not die in vain but will still be able to live.
We promise that as long as you cooperate with our arrangements, after the punishment is completed, we will provide your beings with enough food and water to survive, provide a livable environment and security, and will never abandon you unless absolutely necessary, and so on.
If you refuse, we will have no choice but to launch punitive actions, disarming you by force and capturing your beings by force. At that time, more of your intelligent beings will receive more severe punishment, and the final result will still be integration into our civilization. The outcome will not change in the slightest.
Given that the ending is certain, any rational being knows what to choose. Therefore, please disarm immediately and accept our arrangements."
Looking at this message, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Li Qingsong's mouth.
"It really has the tone of an AI, everything is so certain, so flawlessly calculated... It's just a pity, I am human, not an AI."
Li Qingsong immediately made a reply.
"Screw you, come and fight if you dare, who's afraid of who!"
On the supercomputer mothership, countless pieces of information were still rapidly scrolling within Red Dog's logical calculation unit.
"Prey civilization refuses to surrender.
This is not a decision that a rational leader or leadership team would make. Clearly, they have been overcome by emotions and have fallen into the 'fight to the death' state, which is common among intelligent civilization beings.
For this state, a swift and decisive crushing of their armed forces, demonstrating one's own overwhelming and unmatched military power, is a relatively effective means.
They will quickly calm down.
Since this is the case, a battle is inevitable. I have decided to dispatch approximately 5% of the civilization's total combat power to complete this show of force, which is more than sufficient."
Along with Red Dog's calculations, some commands reached the numerous warships suspended on the aerospace mothership.
The hibernation pod lids opened, revealing beings with various body structures: some were slender and pitch-black, some were short and round, some crawled and wriggled on the ground like puddles of jelly, and so on. All sorts of creatures awoke from their hibernation pods.
Their movements were stiff and sluggish, and a deep, desperate, and sorrowful aura constantly emanated from their bodies.
Under the control of robots, they arrived at the feeding room, where they sat numbly in their seats, allowing thick needles to pierce their circulatory systems, injecting nutrient solutions specially customized for each race.
None of the beings obtained food through naturally evolved feeding organs. The robots had not even attempted to let them feed themselves.
Because none of the beings were willing to eat on their own initiative.
The only thing they thought about was:
Death.
Unfortunately, they couldn't even die here.
Once the nutrient solution was injected, these biological bodies felt as if they had gained some strength. Afterward, they were driven by robots to some specially made seats, where they put on helmets, attached electrodes, and entered a "working" state.
Some changing graphics, blurry images, and rapidly flashing numbers were presented before their eyes.
All they needed to do was select the correct options according to pre-determined rules.
Maintaining a certain level of accuracy would prevent punishment. If the accuracy fell below a certain threshold, electric currents would be injected into their bodies, causing them great pain.
In this constant process of "selection," the wisdom from true intelligent life, converted through algorithms, was integrated into Red Dog's wisdom, allowing it to quickly formulate a fleet deployment plan.
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Thus, over ten thousand warships and logistics ships of various sizes detached from the aerospace mothership, formed into formations, and flew towards the vast and bright star ahead.
Li Qingsong saw that the Machine Calamity fleet was currently stationed next to a gas giant about several billion kilometers away from the main star, and had already begun preliminary construction.
However, perhaps because they were not in a hurry to set sail, the construction was proceeding slowly and steadily, without any sense of urgency.
At the same time, about ten thousand ships that were clearly warships detached from the main fleet and flew towards the asteroid belt where he was located.
Clearly, after he refused to surrender, the other side decided to punish him with force, to use force to make him "sober up."
Then come, come...
In the final moments before the great battle, Li Qingsong made one last check of his defenses.
He saw countless hydrogen bombs that were ready to be triggered, saw countless space mines forming a swarm, like piranhas, swimming back and forth between the "reefs," saw countless land-based and space-based air defense bases that had raised their muzzles, saw countless spy satellites hiding in the dark corners of space, saw countless manned and unmanned warships that were ready to be buried in the sea of stars...
In tens of thousands of quantum supercomputers, the strategic version of Wukong was fully prepared. At this moment, it was like a violent ape with taut muscles, ready to smash the iron rod in its hand fiercely, smashing whatever enemies were in front of it into pieces.
This was the most powerful combat power that a second-level electroweak civilization could present.
Li Qingsong even dared to say that, looking at the entire Milky Way, it was impossible for any electroweak civilization to deploy a more powerful defense line than this!
