[Foolish Humans]
The Trisolarans paid no heed to Luo Ji's kind warning.
They only felt that this was yet another 'human strategic deception,' having witnessed it two hundred years ago.
"Two hundred years have passed, and humans still think we've stood still." The new Trisolaran Archon head of State, speaking through data transmitted by a Sophon, mocked Luo Ji, who was sitting in the ruins.
"Their ideas are too naive. In the universe... there is no peaceful coexistence, no beauty, and no morality!"
Morality?
Sorry, in this dark forest, morality is the most useless thing!
Only by completely destroying one civilization can one ensure the continuation of one's own.
"A long journey of two hundred years, the migration of our home, the future of our civilization... it all culminates today!" The Trisolaran head of State sneered inwardly, no longer bothering with Luo Ji. It turned its gaze to the interstellar holographic map.
"Report our fleet's coordinates!"
"Successfully entered the Sol System!"
"Very good!"
The head of State's tone was tinged with a chilling killing intent.
"What about the human fleet?"
"Head of State, the human Imperial Navy fleet is retreating, establishing a defense line relying on Mars and the Moon." The observer reported the real-time location and data.
"The ignorant council of two hundred years ago was intimidated by this power." The head of State's gaze swept over everyone, its voice reverberating deep within their minds, filled with high-spirited, excited emotions.
"But now, this power has been mastered and analyzed by us. Facts prove... we, the great Trisolaran Civilization, are the true 'Chosen Ones.' Now is the time to prove it to humanity!"
"Command: all Psionic Warriors, board the warships immediately!"
"Target — Mars! The Moon!"
"We will use absolute power, an undeniable crushing force, to completely defeat the Adeptus Astartes and utterly destroy the Martian Machine cult!"
Yes, their first targets were the Adeptus Astartes and the Martian Machine cult!
From a strategic perspective, the Trisolaran head of State's choice was undoubtedly correct.
During the period of 'cooperation' between the Trisolarans and Earthlings, they had long since understood the importance of these two targets!
The Adeptus Astartes, hailed as 'demigods' by humans, each possessing powerful individual combat strength, would be humanity's strongest army against the Trisolaran Civilization. If they could be completely destroyed at the first opportunity, human resistance would instantly collapse.
And the Martian Machine cult, as the pinnacle of humanity's industrial foundation, was also an important, high-value target that had to be destroyed!
After all, once the Martian Machine cult was destroyed, humanity would be equivalent to losing the ability to construct space warships and logistical supplies.
Once these two strategic objectives were achieved, even if humanity still possessed a million Imperial Navy forces, it would not escape the fate of defeat.
The Trisolaran head of State's command, transmitted through a dual resonance of psionic and mental levels, reached the minds of every Trisolaran.
And the Psionic Warriors on Ganymede were their 'trump card' hidden for a long time!
These Trisolarans had all undergone genetic modification, awakening as psykers, each possessing terrifying potential!
This was also the source of its confidence!
The next moment, a massive, sky-darkening fleet flew from Ganymede towards Mars and the Moon!
Suddenly, the Trisolaran head of State seemed to remember something and said sinisterly.
"Oh, don't forget... to have the Sophon invade all imaging equipment on Earth. I want humanity to witness firsthand how their 'demigods' are crushed by the great Trisolarans!"
"Yes, head of State!"
This operation was not difficult; in fact, it was very simple.
To let all humanity watch this war live was not out of kindness from the Trisolaran head of State, but because it wanted to completely destroy humanity's hope!
And this move was something it had learned from humans!
The live broadcast was widely disseminated by the Sophon. Humanity, unilaterally declared war upon, could only watch in terror and apprehension as the dense, sky-darkening Trisolaran fleet advanced towards the Moon and Mars!
At the same time, the main fleet, which had already arrived in the Sol System, served as the first-line combat sequence, facing the human Imperial Navy.
What puzzled the Trisolaran head of State was that, from beginning to end... these human Imperial Navy fleets seemed to have no desire to attack.
After waiting for a moment, its patience was completely worn out.
"Command the Psionic Warriors on Jupiter to immediately attack Mars and the Moon!"
What it wanted was an overwhelming crush, not such a boring standoff!
The Psionic Warriors, having received the order to attack, unhesitatingly entered the atmosphere, their objective clear: destroy Mars and the Martian Machine cult!
The warships broke through the atmosphere above Mars, generated by the atmospheric environment modification device, at an extremely high speed. The intense friction made their metal shells glow red, carving a scorching straight line in the high temperatures, like a meteor smashing towards the hive city!
This scene felt a bit familiar... Luo Ji, watching the live broadcast on Earth, couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
Although he believed Emrys' promise, an entire army of Trisolaran psykers still carried some deterrent power!
Better safe than sorry!
While he was pondering, the outer fortress-grade energy shield of the Martian Machine cult on Mars had already been breached by the Trisolarans.
These were tens of thousands of psykers; even if their individual psionic levels were low, when gathered together, they could form a terrifying force!
Moreover, with the large-scale emergence of psionic energy, the veil of reality around the Moon's hive city was being torn apart bit by bit, and the 'malice' from the Immaterium was lurking, ready to invade again at any moment!
Just as the tens of thousands of Trisolaran psykers were wantonly wielding and using their psionic powers, preparing to step into this holy land in the tech-priest's eyes, a colossal black construct, resembling an 'obelisk,' slowly rose from deep within the ground.
A black... warship?
The first reaction of these Trisolaran psykers was, why was the shape of this warship so strange?
But soon, as the black 'obelisk' ascended, a massive, eerie green light erupted from its apex—this light shot straight into the sky, and then, under their gaze, the scattered eerie green light, like a giant curtain, enveloped all of them.
Immediately afterwards, weakness, powerlessness, nausea, pain... and other reactions appeared on their bodies.
"Ah!!!"
Some Trisolarans tried to resist this force with psionic power.
But the result was that the more it tried to use psionic power, the stronger the suppression from the eerie green curtain became, until its head finally exploded like fireworks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One after another, Trisolaran psykers who didn't believe in evil had their heads explode!
Until viscous silver blood splattered across more than half of the battlefield.
a second ago, there was a legion of tens of thousands of Trisolaran Psionic Warriors; at this moment, casualties exceeded half—"What in the world have you done?!"
"What, what is this thing?!"
The Trisolarans asked in horror.
Then, a Forge-Master of the Martian Machine cult, clad in an embroidered red robe and holding a metal scepter, stepped onto the hive city's wall.
"Choosing us as your enemies was your biggest mistake."
It was a pure mechanical life form. Its blood-red eyes fell upon the tens of thousands of Trisolaran psykers outside, and its cold, mechanical voice was filled with disdain and sarcasm.
"Do you think that by mastering 'psionic power,' you can defeat the Machine God? How ridiculous... We are the faithful of the God of Machines. How could mere psionic power be beyond our control?"
You ask what this is?
My foolish child, this is the most 'loving' old father of every psyker!
Made by Necrons, trustworthy!
The Trisolaran Psionic Warriors, full of confidence, suffered a devastating blow less than an hour after landing on Mars.
The God of All Machines, Machine God!
psykers?
On the massive hive city walls, resembling a mountain of steel, the Forge-Sir, clad in a red robe, half-closed his eyes, like a supreme deity dominating all things, looking down upon the small and humble Trisolarans army.
Attacking the Martian Machine cult?
Who gave you the courage?
Although this is not the true headquarters of the Mechanicus, based in the Warhammer Universe, it is — after all — still crowned as the headquarters of the "Mechanicus"!
The shadow of the Blackstone Fortress enveloped the battlefield.
Its unique field completely blocked and forbidden the use of psionic powers; even the Warp was entirely isolated.
This advance team of the Trisolaran Civilization, an army composed entirely of psykers, seemed to realize for the first time — the vast universe outside the well — in front of the Necrons' Blackstone construct.
Surely they didn't really think that a species could sweep across the entire universe just by relying on powerful psionic talent, did they?
What kind of monstrous beings aren't there in the main universe?
In the Imperium's forty-thousand-year history, spanning two-thirds of the Milky Way Galaxy, countless species like the Trisolarans, relying on powerful psionic talents, have long since been annihilated.
Ridiculous, pitiable, tragic!
"Forge-Sir, praise the Machine God, the plasma array is ready." At this moment, a High Priest walked up, and a cold, mechanical voice came out.
"We can annihilate these xenos, who blaspheme the God of All Machines, at any time. May I ask if the purification procedure should be carried out?"
"No."
Hearing this, the Forge-Sir sneered, his cold red mechanical pupils fixed on the Trisolarans, and he said meaningfully.
"I remember, isn't there an Archmagos currently researching controllable psionic amplification arrays? Such excellent experimental material — is hard to find."
"I understand what you mean."
The High Tech-Priest showed no surprise whatsoever.
"These xenos are truly fortunate; it is their honor to contribute to the Machine God."
"Indeed."
The Forge-Sir nodded, his tone indifferent.
"'Waste' is the most shameful habit. As the most loyal children of the Machine God, we must learn to discover the advantages of these xenos, as — recycling waste. It's just a pity that the numbers are a bit small."
"Archmagos, should we — convey our request to the Moon base?" The High Priest thought for a moment and asked.
As an army, the number of these Trisolaran psykers would be sufficient for a small-scale war, but as research material — it is far from enough!
After all, as far as it knew.
That Archmagos' research consumes a lot of "Material"!
"No need."
Facing this tempting proposal, the Forge-Sir hesitated for only a few seconds before shaking his head and sighing.
"They won't agree. There's no need to argue with those madmen. Let our Ark Fleet set off early — aren't there many more on Titan?"
With their words, the fate of these Trisolarans was sealed — to make a contribution to the Machine God was their greatest "value"!
The news that tens of thousands of Trisolaran psykers, who attacked the Martian Mechanicum, were almost annihilated, caused an uproar in the Trisolaran Civilization Council on Titan!
"Leader, should we postpone the attack on the Moon?"
Someone suggested.
It's no wonder they were afraid.
Tens of thousands of Psionic Warriors were suppressed by the Martian Mechanicum without any resistance!
Those pure silicon-based lifeforms made them feel terrified, especially that black, obelisk-like construct, which was simply the natural enemy of psykers!
What if — the Moon base also had them?
Wouldn't all their Psionic Warriors be wiped out?
"Yes, Leader, why don't we — retreat?"
The Leader was practically spitting blood.
"Retreat?" It glared, scolding.
"In human terms, are you a pig? If we retreat now, do you think we can still coexist peacefully? This is war! A war between two civilizations, it's either you die or I live; there can only be one victor!"
"We must fight on!"
"No matter the cost! A mere few tens of thousands of people — we can still afford to lose them!"
"But —"
The people in the council were still hesitant.
After all, the shock brought by the Blackstone constructs was too great. What if humans pulled out another miraculous item?
"What are you panicking about?"
The Trisolaran Leader roared.
By virtue of its own psionic power and supreme authority, it briefly suppressed the disputes.
"Hmph, no need to panic!" Its gaze swept over the council members one by one, and it said coldly.
"The enemy has merely grasped something that can restrict psionic power; we still have an invincible fleet!"
At this point, the benefits of the Trisolarans' clear and shared consciousness were demonstrated.
Although many in the council were in a state of panic, the Leader's calm and composed emotions immediately brought them back to their senses.
"The Leader is right!"
"Exactly, we still have the invincible Sol System Fleet!"
Seeing everyone calm down, the Leader nodded and added.
"Moreover, I believe — they have very few of those black battleships, at most no more than three. But we have hundreds of thousands of Psionic Warriors. Even if some are lost, with genetic cloning technology, we can quickly replenish them!"
Based on their breakthroughs in biology, they had long since achieved perfect cloning technology.
Previously, they had many reservations and never adopted it.
But now, facing a war between civilizations, they couldn't afford to have too many concerns. As long as they could win the war and secure a beautiful homeland for their future generations, they didn't care!
"Full speed ahead with genetic cloning!"
The Leader said coldly.
"Even if I have to overwhelm them with sheer numbers, I will drown humanity!!!"
They had an invincible fleet!
They had an unlimited number of Psionic Warriors!
What was there to fear?
Mere humans, just crush them with numbers!
The Trisolaran Leader was confident that they would win the final victory and occupy the "Promised Land"!
However, reality deviated from its imagination by a tiny bit.
The Trisolaran Psionic Legion that landed on the Moon was the largest, with over three hundred thousand troops.
This was also because, in the Trisolaran Leader's strategy, the Adeptus Astartes held significantly more weight than the Martian Mechanicum.
Annihilating the Adeptus Astartes would destroy humanity's will to resist!
In this regard, the Trisolaran Leader was not wrong in its thinking!
Assuming they could truly annihilate the Adeptus Astartes, it would indeed deal a devastating blow to the will of human civilization.
But the question is, is it that simple?
A mysterious Chapter had already assembled on the lunar surface, and in the prepared fortifications, they looked up at the Trisolaran Civilization battleships streaking across the sky, trailing flames as they descended, a brilliant smile on their faces.
If it were a true interstellar war, conforming to higher civilizations, the Astartes — no, or rather, the warhammer style of warfare — would certainly not gain any advantage, and could even be considered "Backward."
But now?
Trisolaran Civilization's electromagnetic wave communication was blocked by the Martian Mechanicum, the battleships' ultra-long-range over-the-horizon firepower system was perfectly countered by the Void Shield, and even the Sophon's ability to lock down technology and invade networks was countered by the mysterious existence of the "Machine Spirit." This led to the Trisolarans having to conquer them in the warhammer style if they wanted to win the war!
Let war return to its most primitive form!
This was Emrys' strategy: try every possible way to drag the enemy into the "cesspit," and then use his rich "cesspit" butterfly stroke experience to — drown them!