The call ended.
No, to be precise, it couldn't continue.
Gazing at the frenzied Emrys, who filled him with dread, Stonefang, for the first time in his life, felt an inexplicable fear towards the 'human' race.
What kind of race was this?
He couldn't understand how a civilization could so fanatically love war, love destroying another civilization.
The actions of the Devourers could be explained by the 'law of the jungle'; their slaughter was to allow the Devourers to continue its magnificent and grand journey, to ensure the survival of the Devourer civilization.
But humans seemed different.
If it was for peace, humans should agree to negotiations; if it was for revenge, humans should feel enraged.
But Emrys was not; his emotions, in Stonefang's perception, were more like a pure, unadulterated, and undisguised desire for destruction!
It was as if he didn't care about achieving peace, only hoping for a war to satisfy that abyssal appetite.
Stonefang brought back news of war, which greatly pleased a portion of the Devourer civilization.
They assembled a large army and began to deploy their battle plans.
One after another, self-proclaimed shrewd strategists began to intensely discuss how to efficiently destroy humanity.
Of course, more often, it was about how to carve up Earth's resources and make humans regret daring to refuse their proposals.
A considerable number of them proposed lowering the human's captivity level, and some even suggested a slaughter of several million people to shock humanity.
But soon, a piece of information Stonefang revealed shut them up.
Humans, before their arrival, had already been reduced by about a billion, and the one who did this was 'Emrys'!
Thinking of this mysterious 'human', Stonefang's unease grew stronger.
As the Fleet Commander, he needed to understand enough intelligence, but that mysterious human was shrouded in mystery from head to toe.
Where did those black-armored warriors come from?
What about the warships that suddenly appeared in the sky, those magnificent structures resembling cathedrals?
And who provided the weapons capable of destroying a world?
These mysteries troubled Stonefang, and also made him realize that humans might not be as defenseless as they imagined!
This was the greatest challenge the Devourers had faced since the constellation Eridanus!
Their opponents were humans, born alongside them on this beautiful blue world.
They shared the same roots, 'children' nurtured by the same land.
However, now they and humans were to wage a war on this beautiful blue land that had given life to both civilizations, a war that would determine the future destiny of both civilizations; the losing side would become 'livestock'!
Stonefang stood at the bridge of the massive warship, gazing at the azure world.
The entire Devourers was enveloped in a fervent, excited mood; none of them, including the high and mighty councilors, felt fear about this war.
Yes, they were the Devourer civilization, having devoured countless civilizations, so how could they fear 'ants' like humans?
Yet, for some reason, the scene from their conversation that day still haunted Stonefang's mind like a nightmare.
That bizarre, terrifying face seemed to be deeply etched into his memory.
It prevented Stonefang, who was already extremely tired and should have been resting, from falling asleep.
He would always dream of entering a desolate desert, endless, with sand that seemed soaked in blood, constantly oozing crimson liquid when stepped on, and the air seemed to be filled with an endless scent of blood!
'Commander Stonefang, you should rest now.'
The fleet's AI issued a warning.
Because it detected that Stonefang's mental state seemed extremely unstable, which was a huge hidden danger for the entire fleet.
'Alright, I understand.' Stonefang's eyes were bloodshot, and he wearily instructed: 'Continue to monitor Earth, especially that mysterious human; I want to know all his actions, and if any anomaly is found, wake me immediately!'
After giving his instructions, Stonefang returned to his resting quarters and lay down in the hibernation pod.
To sleep better, he controlled the program to inject himself with a little sedative to help him rest.
As the medication was injected, he felt his eyelids grow heavier.
However... Stonefang, as he fell asleep, never expected to be dragged into an unspeakable realm by a mysterious force.
He witnessed a scene that made his heart tremble, even collapse!
The great Devourers warships lay fallen at the end of the blood desert; his familiar companions, family, superiors, and even subordinates, all impaled by sharp iron spears, like a massive metallic thorny tomb!
'No, no,'
Completely dominated by fear, Stonefang stumbled and ran wildly through the yellow sand.
Finally, he arrived at the sharp thorny tomb, but the scene that met his eyes made his heart feel as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.
Every Devourer had their head cut off.
'Where are their heads! Where are their heads!!!'
Stonefang completely broke down, screaming hysterically, almost madly, roaring.
His immense anger had nowhere to vent, pushing his sanity to the brink of collapse.
Finally, in this almost torturous suffering, he fainted.
He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but Stonefang awoke from a sharp pain, the smell of sulfur and rotting flesh filling his nostrils.
When his consciousness fully returned and he struggled to open his eyes, he found himself kneeling on a crater formed by tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even tens of billions of skulls!
In the eye sockets of each skull, a crimson, blood-colored fire burned!
They uttered extremely blasphemous words, but Stonefang couldn't understand them at all; it was different from any language he knew.
Dazed, his gaze seemed to be drawn to the top of this mountain made of skulls!
A several-hundred-meter-long giant axe floated there, and beneath the axe blade, a continuous stream of Scarlet liquid dripped.
Before those blood droplets hit the ground, they would be evaporated into blood mist by the high temperature, like countless souls enduring pain and torment, letting out mournful wails, transforming into streaks of cold wind, circling around that massive brass throne!
At this moment, Stonefang's inner courage overcame his fear.
He finally saw that on the massive brass throne sat a human-like monster with huge blood-red skin, a massive bone-winged helmet on his inhuman face, filled with distortion and roar, wrath and slaughter!
He sat there on the brass throne, his gaze seeming to hold a hint of amusement.
Finally, the colossal figure let out a sneer.
Countless skulls once again sang in unison, but this time, Stonefang finally understood what those skulls were shouting.
'Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne...'
Stonefang's mind completely collapsed, falling into endless frenzy.