Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station-Chapter 617 - 190 Purgatory_4

Whether it was the Insect Race or the Mechanical Race that had not retreated to safety, or even the buildings of the Mechanical Race themselves, they were all covered by this fireball.

And in the moment when the flames completely dissipated after a few dozen seconds,

only a deep crater was left in place.

And at the bottom of the crater, those large lakes formed by melted metal liquid.

Inside them, besides their own Mechanical Race members and their buildings, the rest were all the charred corpses of the Insect Race.

This weapon’s power was already approaching that of the large weaponry normally only equipped on a Cruiser.

In just a few seconds, the Insect Race suffered losses nearly equal to what they had endured all along their path.

The entire frontline was therefore pushed back nearly a kilometer.

The Mechanical Race, which had been broken by the turncoat centipedes controlled by parasites, took this opportunity to regroup.

Unlike the Insect Race, they did not fear such a scorching environment.

The Insect Race no longer had the good opportunity they had previously.

Moreover, the high temperatures in the surrounding environment continued to rise, gradually affecting the Insect Race parasitic in the bodies of the Mechanical Race.

If this continued, those Mechanical Race mixed within the ranks of the Insect Race might turncoat again at any moment.

The Insect Queen had no choice but to order these parasites to retreat to the outer city.

Then, let the surviving Insect Race continue to charge forward towards the recently reconstructed Mechanical Race defensive line.

Being only a step away from the Mechanical Race Cruiser, the Insect Queen no longer cared about any casualties.

After all, at the moment of death, every Insect Race individual’s consciousness would return to the Hive Mind Network, and their bodies would be reabsorbed by the Fungal Mat.

Even if the bodies weren’t absorbed and were instead burned to ashes, it didn’t matter.

From the moment Chen Ming deployed resources on this Planet, he never intended to recycle them.

He only needed those of the Mechanical Race.

Time ticked away, second by second.

The special Mechanical Race’s artillery had already fired more than ten times continuously.

The Insect Race casualties had reached an incalculable level.

Although Chen Ming could feel that every time the Mechanical Race initiated the giant artillery on its back, the time it took grew longer, clearly due to poor maintenance.

But it merely lengthened, and there was no critical progress to let the Insect Race break this stalemate.

Chen Ming was getting anxious in his heart.

Continuing like this was absolutely not feasible; he had to move faster.

After all, since the Mechanical Race was a Hive Mind, everything happening here was known to the Mechanical Race within the Mechanical Race Star Realm.

This meant that after Chen Ming easily dealt with the second wave of Mechanical Race reinforcements, the third wave definitely would not repeat previous mistakes.

The third wave of Mechanical Race might very well end his life.

So he was now considering whether to abandon this special Mechanical Race and instead focus solely on his initial target, that Mechanical Race Colony Cruiser.

But just as Chen Ming was about to give up, he suddenly realized a problem.

The actions of that Mechanical Race seemed to have slight delays.

Not delays caused by component wear from lack of maintenance, but an inexplicable delay that shouldn’t be there under normal circumstances.

Chen Ming immediately said to the Extraordinary with him at the Supreme Point: "Fried Rice, do me a favor."

"I don’t understand command."

"No need to understand, help me calculate the propagation time of the Mechanical Race communication signals and the delay in reactions each time that Mechanical Race below makes a move."

The Extraordinary didn’t reply but sent Chen Ming a string of data after a few seconds.

When Chen Ming saw this data, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously said, "That’s it."

"What do you mean?"

Chen Ming’s gaze returned to the special Mechanical Race on the ground and said: "That Mechanical Race doesn’t have a Core Chip; all its actions are controlled by that Cruiser."

The bizarre delay he had just noticed after the lengthy battle was precisely the time delay needed for signal propagation from the Cruiser behind.

This Mechanical Race wasn’t a living Mechanical Race; it was merely a shell being manipulated.

Chen Ming had finally found its critical weakness.