Chapter 200: Chapter 200: The Farce Ends Here
In a single day, thirteen billion people died?
Although Shen Hao could guess the severity of the situation from the performance value of the Desert Tower Civilization, the extent of the catastrophe still somewhat exceeded his expectations.
Such a number of casualties meant that the Desert Tower Civilization had essentially suffered a comprehensive defeat, with hardly any resistance formed.
Adding to that the change of the Supreme Sage and the current state of the Supreme Tower, Shen Hao could roughly guess what had happened.
Afterward, Fiora detailed the events that had occurred within the Desert Tower Civilization in this short span of time.
It was just as Shen Hao had surmised.
The Undead who arrived in this world easily grasped the weakness of this world, which was the Supreme Tower!
What the Undead did was no different from what Shen Hao had done last time when he threatened the Supreme Sage and even forced him to surrender. However, the Undead did not give the Supreme Sage a chance to surrender.
Under the leadership of a Level 19 Undead, the Supreme Sage, caught off guard, had hardly any resistance.
After all, as a civilization that was only formidable on the technological path, the Desert Tower people were at a disadvantage against Extraordinary Creatures like the Undead. They had been stable before, only because of their absolute control over their subjects and their high-level mall.
They had discovered the existence of the Undead early on, and ever since that discovery, every death occurred under control; every newly born Undead was subdued right away.
They nipped the “snowball” at its source, not giving it any chance to grow.
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But now, a “super large snowball” from another civilization was hurtling straight at them.
The disadvantage of the technological civilization became glaringly apparent.
Even the No.8 Civilization, which had only ranked third in the first round of ranking settlement, had managed to keep the situation under control. But the Desert Tower Civilization was directly beheaded.
Yes, Yohan did not really succeed in his rebellion. It was the Undead that killed the Supreme Sage. Yohan merely picked up the spoils.
“The Supreme Sage left for the Master a segment of the recording,” Fiona finally said. “He knew he could not survive, and he knew that the Master would surely come. This recording was left at the very end.”
Shen Hao did not say anything but simply opened the recording.
This was not a fabricated image but an actual scene.
The Supreme Sage sat on his supreme seat, where even through the image, one could feel the pervasive and chilling cold.
Even on the ground, one could clearly see waves of cold tide continuously spreading towards the Supreme Sage.
“I failed…” At that moment, the Supreme Sage seemed to finally have stopped suppressing his emotions, his face showing clear loss and despair, “The Civilization Trial was never something I could calculate. The path I chose was destined to lead the civilization to destruction, but the culture and history of the Desert Tower People should not perish along with it. I beg of you, great Emperor, to take our civilization’s legacy away. In exchange, everything within this civilization will belong to you.”
The recording ended there.
Because the Undead had already come roaring in.
Almost every Chosen One in the entire civilization had betrayed him. Even if they hadn’t, the Chosen Ones had very little power of resistance against such a number, such a level, of Undead.
The so-called Supreme Sage, when faced with axe and sword, was just as frail as any ordinary person.
With the power of an Extraordinary Second Stage, but at the end, he did not display even the slightest resistance— he had already calculated his inevitable demise.
“Master, the Supreme Sage left a loophole with the highest authority in the end,” Fiora finally said. “As soon as your arrival is confirmed, all the permissions will automatically be transferred to you. Even without me, the outcome would be the same.”
Yes, the Supreme Sage might not defeat the Civilization Trial, not even the Undead, but he was still not someone who could be compared to an emotional waste. Yohan never did become the Supreme Sage; losing to Shen Hao was actually his stroke of luck. Otherwise, he would have found that he still could not escape from the palm of the previous Supreme Sage.
“Preserving the legacy and history?” Shen Hao’s gaze swept over the restricted Desert Tower high-levels and Chosen Ones.
Trash, all trash.
Not a single one that could pique his interest.
After all, the Supreme Sage controlled everything, decided everything, and fundamentally limited these people’s capabilities. Just looking at how many Chosen Ones emerged among these so-called high-levels was enough to know—being at the top of the civilization was not because they were strong, it was purely because the development of the ordinary Desert Tower people was suppressed.
“There’s no need to take these Chosen Ones. Pick out some children,” Shen Hao finally said. “Consider it a statement of my only mercy.”
This approach was obviously beneficial, especially when other species would inevitably join Human Civilization in the future.
However, the words left by the Supreme Sage were not of great help in solving the crisis.
Even at the moment of Shen Hao’s arrival, a massive number of Undead were still killing frenziedly.
Every moment, tens of thousands of Desert Tower People died, turning into Undead.
In just this brief moment, millions had perished!
“Have all the Desert Tower People board spaceships and flee to outer space,” Shen Hao quickly ordered. At the same time, he rapidly purchased a good number of transport spaceships.
The Desert Tower Civilization had been severely harvested by him last time, and now there were very few spaceships left.
Even with squeezing, not many could escape.
Fortunately, the transportation spaceships in the Twenty-four Level Mall were much stronger in both size and speed.
These emotionless Desert Tower People, whether used as production tool men or armed for the battlefield as battle tool men, were quite effective.
Being able to save some was better than none.
But this was still a symptomatic rather than a root solution.
“Without sufficient forces, no matter how much I harvest, I cannot prevent the extinction of the Desert Tower Civilization,” thought Shen Hao. But with a toss of his magic wand, a powerful Level 19 undead that was rampaging across half a planet was instantly annihilated!
Golden thunder flashed among the clouds! It fell furiously, and all the gathered undead scattered in horror.
Even if Shen Hao couldn’t temporarily stop the destruction of the Desert Tower Civilization, he still had to declare his arrival to all the undead that came to this world!
Just that alone was enough to significantly slow the pace of the Desert Tower Civilization’s demise and save more Desert Tower tool men.
Shen Hao’s gaze also turned to the other two civilizations.
At this moment, the envoy named Zast Levi was dispatched to Civilization No. 9.
He was in his fifties, possessed Blue Talent, and had become a Chosen One as one of the world’s top hunters.
Yes, a hunter.
In his youth, he was an excellent special agent; after retiring, he lived for a long time in the forests, hunting for a living. He was calm and patient, adept at dealing with all sorts of complex situations.
The reason for dispatching him was precisely because of the unique situation within Civilization No. 9.
Shen Hao had only recently learned that Civilization No. 9 had not yet achieved true unification!
The species within the entire civilization called themselves “Louis” people, humanoid in form but with skin of many varied colors, encompassing almost every hue.
This arose because the original ancestors of the Louis people had a gene characteristic similar to that of chameleons.
But over the long course of evolution, they completely lost the ability to change color and instead became fixed in various colors.
The visible differences also brought more severe internal problems.
The entire civilization had over four hundred countries, divided into eight national alliances, each occupying different areas.
That’s why they initially refused and even feared the attention of Human Civilization.
It would bring a destructive impact to the delicate balance they had managed to maintain internally.
But now, with the emergence of the undead, this impact had become unavoidable.
All eight national alliances were currently extremely eager to court Zast.
For example, at this moment.
Zast had only just gotten acquainted with the situation when he was taken to a lavish banquet. Various colored “beauties” surrounded him, including snow-skinned beauties who, even by human standards, were quite attractive. Everyone was unabashedly showcasing their faction’s conditions, openly and covertly belittling each other.
However, these Louis people clearly lacked adequate understanding of Human Civilization.
Let alone the fact that Zast was an experienced special agent and a top hunter in the world, just the scrutiny of Shen Hao meant that he was destined not to enjoy any of it.
“Secretary-General,” Zast said, looking at the representative of the Louis Alliance before him, “you should be aware of the critical nature of the situation. Such events do not impress us; they only lead to greater disappointment.”
“I understand, we all do,” replied the Secretary-General, swirling his glass of wine with a smile. “But this is our custom, our culture. To solve problems, one cannot avoid these rules. Moreover, your demeanor tells me that you actually understand and are even accustomed to all this, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Zast didn’t hide his agreement, looking at the fine wine in his hand brewed from unknown fruits, then at the revelry around him. He had to admit that this civilization’s culture was actually very similar to that of past Human Civilizations.
At least, it was very similar to that of the past West.
All “games” had rules.
No one could operate outside these rules, and beneath the seemingly glamorous surface lay crises and dirt that were hard to cover up.
But—
“That was the past.” Zast said, setting down his delicious glass of wine, raising his voice, “The farce ends here!”
All of a sudden, the guests, dressed finely and immersed in the atmosphere, were somewhat taken aback.