"How, are those survivors still struggling in vain?"

Sitting on a chair in the central spire hall of the Magic Fortress, the boy asked without raising his head as he looked at the images transmitted back from various places with his chin on the images transmitted back from various places.

After receiving the secret of his life from the "Prophet", he not only did not show the slightest abnormality, but continued to return to the expeditionary force to fulfill his accusations and obligations.

With the defeat of the thirteen "kings", the world has lost its last defense, whether it is the curse of infection that continues to spread, or the Darrants who unleash their wrath, it is enough to completely destroy the remaining life.

At the same time, large magical golems were created to exploit precious and important resources.

In particular, non-renewable mineral deposits buried deep underground are simply processed and then sent back to the home planet for further processing.

When the line of plundering and mining is in full swing, the boy can even hear the world's cries of grief.

Undoubtedly, this is the revenge of the typical Darrants, the price that must be paid for the destruction of the last expeditionary force in this world.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Commander. The remnants took refuge behind a canyon fortress, thinking they could survive the catastrophe. The leader of the shapeshifters standing aside had a cruel and cunning smile on his face.

You don't have to ask, his men must have already infiltrated it, ready to cause panic, chaos, or even open the gates to let a few cursed creatures in.

But the boy apparently did not intend to do so, but asked with interest, "How many of them have left?"

"About 500,000 to 600,000. There are a small percentage of children, but there are no old people. Without thinking, the leader of the shapeshifters gave a relatively accurate number.

"In that case, let's let them live. Send spellcasters, cast several walls for them that are more than fifty meters high, and then proclaim that this is salvation from the gods. The boy commanded nonchalantly.

"What do you mean...... Keep them captive, make them think we are gods!" A strange glint flashed in the shapeshifter's leader's eyes, and he instantly realized the purpose of doing so.

There is no doubt that as a planet that has been almost completely destroyed by the curse of infection, most of the land is no longer able to be planted and cultivated, and only that canyon can barely feed a part of the population.

This means that, due to the limitations of food, water and other resources, the survivors have lost the basis for developing civilization again, and can only hide behind the walls to survive, even if the population recovers to a certain level in the future, they can only send the surplus population to death, to ensure that the internal conflict does not lead to the collapse of order.

That's right!

They will be kept in captivity like cattle and sheep and other domestic animals, and will become toys for the Darent's recreational life.

In the eyes of the leader of the shapeshifters, he is the commander who must conquer the world not only physically, but also mentally.

Cold!

Unfeeling!

Cruel!

He really couldn't think of why a teenager would have such a vicious mind.

I didn't see a few Darrants around who had always been known for their cruelty and cunning, and they couldn't help but show a frightened expression.

The boy apparently saw through the minds of the people in the hall, and nodded with a smile: "That's right! From this day forward, we are their gods, their demons, their faith, and the objects of their fear and despair. I want to make the expeditionary force the master of their destiny. ”

"Got it! I'll do it right away. The leader of the shapeshifters saluted, and without saying a word, immediately turned away.

He knew that he couldn't ask any more, or God knew what would await him next.

Shortly after he stepped out of the gate on his front foot, a Darent woman in charge of communications walked in quickly through the side door of the minaret and reported in a slightly nervous voice: "Your Excellency, I just received a message. ”

"Oh, is it from the home planet?" the boy turned and glanced around.

"No! from another isolated world, one of the first worlds we conquered. As she spoke, the woman held a tablet with a message in both hands.

"Another isolated world, they don't use their precious resources to communicate with their home planet, but they still have the heart to send me a message......" The boy muttered to himself with a strange face, and took the slate to read the information stored inside.

The moment his fingers touched the stone slab, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his originally casual expression instantly became serious.

It took a full minute for him to ask, "Who else has seen this information? Who else knows?"

"You are the first besides me. The Darrant woman was quick to respond.

Although with her rank and status, it was impossible to know what happened twelve years ago, but she also knew that this thing was definitely unusual.

"Very good! As a reward, you can die!"

The words just fell!

The boy directly released a terrifying magical energy, squeezing the Durant woman in front of him alive into a meatloaf, and at the same time, the stone slab in his hand was also crushed.

The sudden change not only made the dead woman's eyes glow with disbelief, but even the guards around her who were in charge of standing guard were nervous, showing wary expressions one by one.

But the boy was obviously in no mood to pay attention to them, so he got up from his chair and commanded loudly: "Go and inform the caster legion immediately, prepare to teleport over a long distance, and within three days, open a portal to World No. 2 for me." ”

"What...... What?Second World?" a male caster subconsciously opened his mouth wide.

You must know that as one of the first few places to be conquered, World Two no longer has many valuable resources, so the level of resuming teleportation is ranked quite low.

He couldn't figure out what was worth wasting a lot of resources and energy in such an extremely barren world to clean up those difficult energy storms.

"Do as I command!

As he spoke, the boy stepped down the steps and stood in front of the other man, releasing a strong sense of oppression that could not be described in words.

At this moment, he was like an invincible giant in the eyes of the male spellcaster, and he couldn't breathe at all.

"I ...... I see!"

As he squeezed out the words from his mouth, he suddenly felt that suffocating feeling of oppression disappear......