Yang Jun fell silent for a mont after learning about the current situation.
Although he had expected this during his journey, even on the Chosen One leaderboard visible to every Chosen One, it was clear that the performance score of this civilization was a significantly negative number.
But when directly facing the extinction of a civilization, it was still sowhat shocking.
"What should we do?"
Yang Jun looked towards a man in his forties standing next to him, who had a straight posture and an expression full of strength.
Strictly speaking, this man was the ambassador, nad Shen Qian.
He was previously a diplomat, but he did not obtain the status of Chosen One from his profession in diplomacy; instead, he was a world-leading linguist.
Alone, he was proficient in more than ten languages and had conducted deep research on many minor languages.
However, he also perford very well in his essential diplomatic duties.
He too began to contemplate at this mont.
"According to the plan, we cannot appear too enthusiastic. We must also display our dignity, but indeed, we cannot drag this situation out any longer," Shen Qian said. "Let's depart now and head directly to their Imperial City, where all the Chosen Ones of this entire civilization are currently gathered."
"Okay!" Yang Jun nodded.
This ti, he was a bodyguard.
Responsible for security.
However, after this civilization had passed a Civilization Trial, the concentration of Extraordinary Elents within the planetary range was also very low, making it appear not like an Extraordinary Civilization at all. Perhaps there were no Chosen Ones from the Extraordinary Second Stage.
Although Yang Jun had not relaxed, he was increasingly glad that their civilization had a President.
Otherwise, even if they could have survived the first Trial, they might not be much better off than this place.
The spaceship flew towards the Imperial City.
anwhile, everyone in the palace was eagerly awaiting.
Karla had changed into a completely new set of clothes and sat in the main seat. This change of clothes was probably the only change she had since becoming the new Empress.
But the entire palace, and even the whole Imperial City, had undergone significant changes over the past four Siti days.
The thick snow on the streets was impossible to clean up. The previous chaos was no longer visible, and one could see so Chosen Ones patrolling the streets. Most people's hos now had heating equipnt, and batches of food had already been sent to those civilians who had run out of supplies.
Even the official cadre of the palace, originally missing half of its mbers, had been replenished.
Overall, it could be said that they were barely maintaining the last bit of a nation's dignity.
And the newly-appointed Empress, along with her ministers, had been waiting from the early hours of the previous night until dayti.
Just as dawn was beginning to break, a "person" abruptly appeared in the great hall.
This was a person entirely encased in machinery, with even their original form of life unrecognizable, and several chanical tentacles trailing behind them.
This strange and life-essence-detached figure sent a shiver down the spine of those who saw it for the first ti.
Karla felt the sa way.
However, she knew what she had to do and straightened her posture before respectfully speaking, "Empress Karla of the Siti Empire greets the Ambassador..."
"How many Chosen Ones are still with you?" ca the cold chanical voice. Although it was in their language, it seed a bit hurried.
Karla was taken aback, her heart feeling a foreboding sense.
But she still answered truthfully, "Currently, only four thousand three hundred twenty-one can be accounted for."
"Gather all the Chosen Ones here. You only have forty-two Siti hours," the voice remained chanical and hurried, even projecting a countdown tir directly into the air.
This was a Siti ti asurent unit, roughly equivalent to twenty-five minutes.
"May I ask, Ambassador," Karla's sense of dread grew stronger. "Wasn't there supposed to be an evaluation?"
"The outco of the evaluation is that only the Chosen Ones will survive," the chanical voice said rapidly. "Do not waste ti. Gather as many as you can. Only forty-one hours left."
"Only the Chosen Ones, and only forty hours left?" Karla was engulfed in fear.
This was completely different from what she had anticipated.
The rest of the people in the hall also beca sowhat chaotic.
Among these people, not all were Chosen Ones.
"Can only Chosen Ones depart? Are all the others to be abandoned?"
"Ambassador, can the families of the Chosen Ones be taken along?"
"Forty hours is too short. Most of the Chosen Ones cannot make it!"
"How is this different from civilization extinction?"
"Looking at this, at most only a few hundred Chosen Ones will survive."
"..."
Agitation was inevitable, and even Karla was plunged into imnse pain at this mont.
It was as if she had been waiting for hope that suddenly fell through, or perhaps, at most, received a stay of execution.
She wanted to struggle, even if it ant groveling as the Empress, but the cold countdown before her undoubtedly shattered most of her hopes firmly.
So, should she live on agerly with rely a few hundred Chosen Ones, abandoning all her still-living compatriots, or should she die along with her entire civilization?
At this mont, Karla even considered choosing the latter.
"Mr. Ambassador..." Karla spoke up again.
But in the next instant, red lasers suddenly lit up on the tentacles behind the other party, targeting hundreds of Chosen Ones in the hall at once.
"Gather and leave, or die!" The chanical voice, in addition to being hurried, showed no emotion, making one wonder if this was indeed a robot!
Al had already stepped forward, blocking Karla with a wary and fearful stance.
The rest were even more in an uproar.
This was not rescue; this was outright robbery, a plundering of the Chosen Ones within their species!
No one had expected that their only hope would suddenly turn out like this!
Even if the few hundred Chosen Ones left, they would probably be as slaves!
Even Karla was terrified at this ti, but under this trendous pressure, she instinctively sensed sothing was wrong.
If the other party just wanted to plunder their Chosen Ones, even just a few hundred of them, why ntion sending a delegation and conducting inspections on them?
There was such urgency, and such precise timing.
A terrible guess arose in Karla's heart.
Her hand was already on the personal terminal hidden under her long sleeve, which controlled the communication device that she had received from Al!
But the mont the signal was sent out, it was detected.
"Signal source detected, what are you doing?" The chanical voice suddenly beca urgent.
Boom! Dense bullets began to shoot rapidly.
Al's face changed dramatically, and he had his great sword blocking in front of him in an instant. The product from the system marketplace demonstrated good defense, but the other ministers, except for those strong and talented Chosen Ones, let out screams, fleeing in terror, and so were even reduced to minced at before they could scream!
"He's not an ambassador!" Karla cried out urgently, "He's from another civilization!"
Seeing this, the guess was undoubtedly confird!
This wasn't the civilization that had responded to them but another one, which seed to have hastily arrived, trying to intercept!
But why would this civilization not dare to contact the previous one and instead resort to this thod of plunder?
The next mont, Al roared, raising the great sword in his hand and slashing fiercely.
The enemy had already fired, even at their Empress, marking them as true enemies!
Blades shimred with blue light, resembling Magic Patterns, and Al's armor did the sa, his speed suddenly soaring.
[Purgatory Demon Rune]
This was Al's Talent, a Blue Level!
This was also one of the reasons he had beco the Commander-in-chief, the Strongest of the Siti!
Ironically, the person before him wasn't even a Chosen One!
Facing Al, who was incredibly strong in both defense and speed, this fully chanized individual seed to realize the failure of his plan, his claws behind him issuing a fierce propulsion force.
He rapidly sprinted upwards.
But the next mont, an invisible barrier appeared in front of him, blocking his path while a clump of vegetation grew rapidly, wrapping tightly around his body, and other Talents such as fire, air, and ice manifested in this mont!
The Chosen Ones in this great hall, perhaps only Level 5-6 in strength, but combined, they were no match for this ordinary Transcendent who was not even a Chosen One, relying solely on chanical equipnt for a sneak attack!
"You will all die!"
The man seed to know that he couldn't escape. His eyes, emitting red light, stread data as if also transmitting a ssage.
"Plan failed, Great Purge plan activated."
"Received, your soul will return to the embrace of the Supre Sage and find eternal tranquility."
Yes, they were indeed from another civilization, originally sent to investigate this world, suspected of being the weakest, and to take all the Chosen Ones and Elites when necessary.
But a few days ago, they had detected communication between this civilization and another.
Compared to that civilization, theirs was too far, with high transportation costs and ti.
Thus, this plan was devised.
Whether they could intercept and take away a few hundred Chosen Ones wasn't important; however, if they couldn't obtain them, ensuring that another powerful civilization also could not acquire the "legacy" of the Siti Civilization was very important!
The Great Purge plan was just as it sounded: if unable to take the Chosen Ones, then all of them would be destroyed together!
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