Captain, your ship has exploded again.

On the gloomy planet Spero, it has now become a new hell.

The lower class, who make up 99% of the population on Planet Spero, were originally a group of mindless zombies who could only obey orders. Under the influence of an unknown virus, these 'foundations', which had an absolute numerical advantage, suddenly revolted.

The number of rioters is increasing exponentially.

"Stop those fleshy sacs and kill them all! Damn aliens, how dare they? Isn't the pager responding yet?"

A man with a pointed head, whose physical characteristics were distinctly different from those of the Spello people, was shouting to others who resembled him.

Although they all have the characteristics of the Spero aliens, these cone-shaped heads clearly belong to a hybrid species.

"Your Highness, there is no response from the pager."

"Impossible! Wait, could aliens be interfering with the communications? This is just a portable, large communicator. Damn it, we should have backup equipment. Tell me we have backups!"

A Spero alien with wrinkled skin knelt before the somewhat crazed, cone-shaped-faced man and said, "Your Highness, you found the original backup equipment here too cumbersome and too expensive to maintain, so you sold it."

"Then build them! Build them now! I'm going to find them! As long as we have more fleets and kill those wretched things, we can go back to our old lives! Hahahaha, let's go back! Let's go back!"

Zhang Xun's earlier shot successfully destroyed the so-called rulers' palace and their bodies. The high-ranking officials of Planet Spero who were hiding here were all cloned through a 'resurrection' ritual.

However, not everyone is 'resurrected' here; a race's high-ranking members can't possibly number only a few dozen.

At this time, it wasn't just the top leader in the shelter who was going crazy; many officials had also fallen into a state of madness.

"Has there been any response from His Majesty's refuge?"

The few remaining people dressed as scientists are trying to save themselves, but their hopes have clearly been dashed.

The person being questioned shook his head, the silent answer saying it all. After all, in terms of debauchery, their emperor was far superior. The refuge over there had very few staff members, mostly his concubines and others, so the situation couldn't possibly be better than here.

The scientist who asked the question gritted his teeth and said, "We'll abandon our physical bodies here and transfer our consciousness into that mob."

An older member of the discussion shook his head again, saying, "It's no use. We've tried. The 'souls' we transmitted were torn apart by the other side's brain-computer interface. We've completely lost control of the people."

The old man looked out the window. Their shelter was not inside a mountain, but in a tall building. Having lost their vigilance, they even chose a viewing platform as their last refuge.

This is a tragedy for a civilization, a foolish choice by a race. The emperor they now call was elected by the people. In order to ensure that the so-called fairness was implemented to the end, all Spero people were implanted with brain-computer interfaces. But the result was one deception after another until the Spero civilization was completely unable to recover.

The Spero people certainly wouldn't elect a dictator, but when leaders can be chosen by the people, the future of the race will no longer be determined by well-thought-out candidates, but by a group of people who can be controlled by public opinion.

The Spero aliens were blinded by the so-called fairness of the time. Perhaps the brain machine played a part, or perhaps the earliest Spero leaders were simply tired. No matter how many fools there are, it will only breed more fools and will not make anything better.

Below the observation deck, the Spero aliens, known as the mob, were drooling and moving at an unusually high speed. Their enemies were the Spero ground defense forces and a large number of sluggish defense robots.

Explosions, carnage, and the clash of flesh and steel set every city on the planet Spero in a frenzy.

These views, seen from a single window, appear so small, merely adding a touch of brightness to the grayness of Spero Star.

"Speak! Zhang Xun, what exactly did you do? Why are they killing each other? Try to save them!"

At this moment, Zhang Xun was like a salted fish, being rocked back and forth by Natal. If some background music were added, the amplitude of his body swaying might make people think he was dancing.

Honestly, Zhang Xun really wanted to know what had gotten into Natal, the Four Evil Gods, that turned a resolute female soldier into a saint. However, Zhang Xun could still see some clues from Natal's usual behavior, since her expression now was very similar to the one she used to make when visiting the children at the orphanage.

"Natal! The little ones can't find Yurein. Some of them got hurt because they ran around. Only you can get close to them now. We need you to go check over there!"

Zhao Wanyang's voice was like an angel descending to earth, rescuing Zhang Xun from dire straits.

Even when Natalie's saintly heart is overflowing, she can still distinguish between close and distant relationships. Between the adorable little Ayanami and the date-shaped head, she resolutely chose the little ones.

"What! Yuri is so irresponsible! Where did she go? Doesn't she know the little ones need someone to take care of them all the time?!"

As she spoke, Natal rushed towards the children's area.

Zhang Xun, who had been thrown out, rubbed his bruised lower back and said, "Zhao Wanyang, it's all your fault for thinking of this method. I must reward You Laiyin. Well, I'll reward you by letting you upgrade her molting machine again. I'll provide the materials."

Zhao Wanyang walked over with a lollipop in her mouth and said, "Thank you so much for coming up with the idea of ​​rewarding You Laiyin and punishing me. But you miscalculated this time. You Laiyin really can't be found. We can't find her within the fleet. The search operation outside the fleet requires your authorization."

Upon hearing this news, Zhang Xun was stunned. Was Yu Laiyin not just acting, but really lost?

Zhang Xun wasn't stupid. If they couldn't find it within the fleet, Zhao Wanyang could have easily activated the external scanners on the warships, but she didn't mention it. The only possibility was...

Following Zhao Wanyang's languid gaze, Zhang Xun looked at the planet Spero, which was already transforming into a fireball.

"Please let me go. She didn't actually go down there secretly, did she? That's not some kind of adventure park down there."

The mutations on Planet Spero were indeed related to Zhang Xun; to be precise, it was a cleanup operation led by Zhang Xun and coordinated by Zhao Wanyang.

It wasn't that Zhang Xun didn't want to use a battleship to perform the 'glass burning' ceremony on Planet Spero.

With Natal inside and enemies lurking in the shadows outside, Zhang Xun had no choice but to resort to biological attacks. The carriers of this biological extinction order were the satellite miners who had been repatriated earlier.

Coincidentally, the light produced by the friction between the Spero warships and their polluted atmosphere was a blob of green light.

As a race whose bodies have been extensively modified by machinery, ordinary biological viruses would not pose a fatal threat to them.

However, as a humanoid bio-bomb fanatic, this problem would not make Zhao Wanyang back down.

After maximizing the airborne transmission capability of the T-virus, she also implemented targeted treatments for implanted devices.

Of course, Zhao Wanyang had no time to treat the Spero's body. Instead, she made the Spero infected by the virus generate bioelectricity against the embedded device and forcibly hacked into the device in the other's body.

In a normal, civilized world, Zhao Wanyang's behavior would be virtually impossible.

In a normally developing civilization, the equipment used will often be provided by different companies. Although the equipment may be similar in most cases, the core content and bugs will be very different. It is difficult to hack into a large area using a very basic method like bioelectricity.

The problem lies with the masterminds behind the Spello civilization. They only ever provided one type of brain-computer interface, and even though they enslaved the Spello civilization for over two thousand years, they never upgraded these basic devices.

Perhaps the Spero people have poor potential, or perhaps their dictators are too stingy. After all, to be able to implant the same device into every minor boss-level elite, no matter how many times their successors change, requires an extreme level of frugality.

It would be a waste of the obvious loophole they left behind if we didn't use this method to kill them.

Looking at the fiery planet Spero, Zhang Xun asked, "Won't the modified T-virus infect humans?"

Zhao Wanyang ate the candy in her mouth and looked at Zhang Xun with an expression of looking at an idiot, saying, "Why do you think this virus is called the T-modified?"

"Damn it, Yulein is too dirty to be used. Let's set fire to Spero! That way we can save money."

Zhang Xun's so-called "arson" was not about pouring gasoline on the planet and then manually setting it on fire. Instead, he used the solar-powered reflective sails on his battleships to directly reflect the starlight, using 100,000 battleships as amplification to directly sterilize the planet with high temperatures.

Although this method of heat-dissipation can only heat the planet to a few hundred degrees at most, it will lose its effect of heating the entire planet due to the dissipation of the atmosphere. After all, without a medium, the temperature will not flow, the temperature on the sunlit side will continue to rise, and the temperature on the dark side will drop sharply.

"Wake up. If you're not fully awake, I have some earth here. Are you sure you want to destroy a team that's been invested in with a lot of money? That will only make you lose more."

Looking at the spiked mace in Zhao Wanyang's hand, Zhang Xun suddenly snapped out of his miserly state. He shivered and said timidly.

"Are you kidding me? How could we possibly abandon our team? The money we've invested in Yulin is enough for me to build three battleships. It's just an alien planet. Who are we going to send to rescue it?"

Zhang Xun asked Zhao Wanyang this question not because he didn't want to send someone to rescue him. If Zhang Xun dared to say no now, Zhao Wanyang could slam him against the wall with a spiked club.

However, rescue teams really can't just send people out randomly.

Yuri has advanced armor protection, giving her a very high chance of survival, but it's not the same for ordinary soldiers. Putting aside the fact that the T-modified version wasn't overly designed for humans, its upgraded airborne transmission capability is terrifying. If the Marine Corps' titanium alloy powered suits are damaged in even one place, the rescue team will face even stronger infected.

As for the Terminator team, Zhang Xun would not send them. The functions that Zhao Wanyang added to the T-virus had already caused their implanted devices to malfunction. Sending mechanical bodies in would only cause them to be brought down by the enemy's repeated DDoS attacks.

"Forget about it. I've already dispatched a specialized bio-engineered unit. Do you really want the other team members to take risks? Not everyone is suited to be an adventure king."

Upon hearing the arrangement, Zhang Xun let out a long breath. At this moment, influenced by the Four Evil Gods, he didn't know whether this long sigh was for Yu Rhein or for himself. After all, subconsciously, he didn't want to lose any of his teammates. If there was no other choice, then he, with his divine power, would be the best option.

"Hopefully, our adventurers won't be too reckless."