Humanity is missing, luckily I have billions of clones-Chapter 389: Torture and Revenge

His attention once again focused on the hundreds of residential spacecraft he had converted into execution grounds specifically for the Purple Moon.

Over these past few centuries, Tom had never stopped, nor had he ever relaxed. He had always tormented them with the kind of torture that would bring the Purple Moon the greatest pain.

He even conducted research into the Purple Moon’s physical structure and new forms of torture. Over these hundreds of years, he constantly innovated, continuously developing new tricks to use on those Purple Moon.

These residential spacecraft were still filled with various mournful wails throughout the day.

"If it were ordinary intelligent life, let alone being tortured so cruelly for hundreds of years, they would probably go insane and become complete lunatics or idiots in just a month.

These Demonic Eyes are truly formidable. After being tortured by me for so long, they can still maintain their consciousness and show no signs of going mad..."

At this moment, even Tom truly sighed.

"However, it’s good that you haven’t gone mad and remain conscious. The next torture will be most effective if you are conscious..."

With a command from Tom, all tortures ceased simultaneously.

Tied to the execution bed, extremely weak in body but with no threat to his life, and still maintaining a clear mind, Purple Moon Leader screamed madly: "Kill me, kill me!"

A robot controlled by Tom came to his side. His voice also entered the ears of a billion Purple Moon captives through the broadcast.

"Over these years, my supernova project has been progressing smoothly. Now, it’s just one last step away from completion."

Tom calmly and slowly detailed the entire project’s progress.

Purple Moon Leader stared intently at the robot, his eyes filled with substantial malice and hatred.

"The great Demonic Eye Nation will one day destroy you, it will definitely destroy you..."

Tom ignored his mumbling and continued to introduce the project’s progress, emphasizing the last point: "...Now, the spacecraft impacting the white dwarf’s accretion disk need some ballast. Respected Purple Moon Leader, do you know what material I plan to use as ballast?"

Purple Moon Leader trembled all over, his eyes showing an expression of disbelief, and the next moment they were filled with fear and shock.

Although he was not subjected to any torture, his body and voice uncontrollably trembled together, and there was even a hint of pleading in his words.

"No, Bluetoth, you can’t do this, you can’t, you can’t..."

Tom suddenly burst into laughter, his voice clearly and unmistakably reaching the ears of every Purple Moon: "That’s right! Just as you thought, I will use the bodies of you, all one billion Purple Moon, as ballast!

Aren’t you willing to die for the Space-level Demonic Eye? Aren’t you willing to endure any hardship, any torment for it?

Now, I will make you destroy your Demonic Eye Lord with your own hands!

Remember this! It was precisely because your bodies high-speed impacted the white dwarf’s accretion disk that the disk deflected, which in turn affected the orientation of the white dwarf’s north and south poles, which allowed the Red Star Nation to escape the Destroyer Civilization’s blockade, leaving behind only your Demonic Eye Nation, and which led to your Demonic Eye Lord being annihilated by the Destroyer Civilization!

It was you who personally buried the Demonic Eye Lord’s hope of escape; the Demonic Eye Lord died by your hands!"

"No! No!"

Purple Moon Leader struggled desperately, blood tears even flowing from his eyes: "No, no! I beg you, Bluetoth, I beg you, no! Don’t make us the sinners who destroy the Lord Civilization! No!"

Hundreds of large residential starships, a total of one billion Purple Moon, cried, begged, and wailed in unison, their voices as shrill as ghosts.

"Beg me? Useless! When you infected those human captives, you should have thought of today’s situation!

I have kept your lives, kept them until today, for this very moment!

Now, go on your way!"

Under Tom’s control, billions of robots streamed in, unbinding every Purple Moon tied to an execution bed, then forcibly tying them up until they were bound like zongzi, completely unable to move, before throwing each of them, still conscious, into the heavy transport ships that had been prepared in advance.

Under normal circumstances, the internal space of a heavy transport ship could accommodate a maximum of no more than twenty thousand intelligent life forms.

But now, Tom crammed one hundred million Purple Moon into each transport ship.

How did he cram them in?

It was simple, he treated them as cargo and stacked them layer upon layer into the cargo holds.

A small cargo hold with a volume of only 1,000 cubic meters, could hold tens of thousands of people using this method, and a heavy transport ship carrying one hundred million Purple Moon was no pressure at all.

To prevent these Purple Moon from dying prematurely, Tom even thoughtfully modified the life support systems of these heavy transport ships in advance, ensuring that every Purple Moon could breathe fresh air and survive until the very last moment of impact.

At this moment, every heavy transport ship was filled with earth-shattering cries, wails, pleas, and curses.

Tom was completely unfazed, his voice still full of laughter: "Very good, very good, one Purple Moon has an average weight of 80 kg, one billion Purple Moon is 80 million tons, completely enough to serve as ballast, excellent.

Go on your way, go and personally destroy your beloved Demonic Eye Lord with your bodies, depart!"

Following Tom’s command, ten heavy transport ships launched simultaneously, accelerating from tens of billions of kilometers away towards the white dwarf at an acceleration that would not cause the Purple Moon to die.

When these heavy transport ships impacted the white dwarf’s accretion disk, their speed reached exactly 55% of the speed of light, which was the speed Tom had planned.

The next moment, the accretion disk, spinning wildly under the white dwarf’s gravity, rippled like water into which a few stones had been thrown, then instantly vanished.

At the same time, the wails, pleas, and curses that filled Tom’s ears also disappeared.

The accretion disk was still spinning wildly, but Tom knew that the effect he desired had been achieved.

The stellar matter, spinning wildly under the white dwarf’s gravity, was now like abrasive grit in a grinding machine; in just an instant, it could grind Tom’s ten heavy transport ships clean, from the Strong Nuclear materials on the outside to the bodies of the Purple Moon inside, leaving not even a speck of residue.

Only one thing would remain.

Angular velocity.

Because angular velocity is conserved, it only transfers and will not disappear, no matter how harsh the environment.

With this externally supplemented angular velocity, the path of the accretion disk matter into the white dwarf had changed. Within the next two years, the white dwarf’s north and south poles would enter the predetermined range, and then, within 20 pm 10 years, accumulate enough mass to explode with a bang.

He should also escape from here in advance.

Tom’s gaze turned to his massive fleet.

"Set sail!"

At this moment, the fleet, composed of 2 million various types of manned warships, over 10 million unmanned warships and numerous unmanned combat facilities, over 60,000 large residential starships, over a thousand giant aerospace carriers, over a hundred thousand heavy transport ships, industrial ships, passenger ships, experimental ships, and other non-combat starships, as well as a giant Flying Star with a radius of 200 kilometers, had countless engines simultaneously jetting out intense tail flames, slowly moving forward.

From this moment on, Tom’s fleet would continuously accelerate at a rate of 1.2 m/s^2 until it reached 87% of the speed of light.

Yes, in these years, Tom’s technology had improved again, and the fleet’s economic cruising speed had increased by another 2% of the speed of light.

If Tom was willing to calm down and meticulously analyze the technological data from the Purple Moon Civilization again, and fully assimilate it, coupled with his own technological reserves, his fleet’s cruising speed could even break through to 91.6% of the speed of light.

But obviously, he didn’t have that time now.

These tasks would be carried out during the fleet’s voyage.

The fleet’s speed became faster and faster, faster and faster. In the second month after acceleration began, the fleet’s speed reached approximately 18,600 kilometers per second, and the travel distance reached approximately 150 billion kilometers.

Whether it was the extremely expanded red giant or the white dwarf that was frantically devouring stellar mass, accumulating approximately 200 quadrillion tons of mass per second—this mass is roughly equivalent to the total mass of 75,000 Mount Tai combined—at this distance, both became dim and tiny.

Recalling the hundreds of years spent in the G76 star system, Tom sighed softly, withdrew his gaze, and shifted it to the fleet itself.

"It’s time to prepare for the impact of Gravity Civilization."

The so-called preparatory work was actually very simple: it was nothing more than fully digesting and absorbing the Purple Moon Civilization’s technological data, integrating it into his own technological system, and then further solidifying Strong Nuclear-level physical theories and applied technologies.

With that Flying Star, the resources and energy required for this process were completely sufficient.

"With the end of the war between the Destroyer Civilization and the Space-level Demonic Eye, Red Star Alliance, and with the drastic changes in the Milky Way’s situation, the Milky Way will probably become even more chaotic in the future.

To survive in such a galaxy and achieve my goals, rescue those human compatriots, and investigate the truth of human disappearance, I still need to become as strong as possible, I really can’t waste any time..."

With this sense of urgency, Tom mobilized his intelligent life scientists and, together with his clones, once again plunged into the seemingly endless scientific research.

Time quietly flowed, and about 7 years passed in a blink of an eye.

Through this sustained acceleration, Tom’s fleet finally reached its predetermined maximum cruising speed, 87% of the speed of light.

At this speed, Tom stopped accelerating and entered a state of inertial navigation.

Another 3 years quietly passed, and according to his previous estimation, from this moment on, the white dwarf could explode at any minute, any second.

But due to the immense distance, even if the white dwarf had already exploded at this moment, the radiation carrying the light and energy of the explosion would not yet have reached him.

They could only travel at the speed of light.

As for whether a supernova explosion also implies certain superluminal effects—after all, the battlefield between the Destroyer Civilization and the Space-level Demonic Eye, Red Star Alliance was at least hundreds, or even thousands, of light-years away; if energy were transmitted only at the speed of light, the impact of a supernova explosion would take hundreds or thousands of years to reach the battlefield, which seems somewhat incredible for the Space-level Demonic Eye, Red Star Alliance, who had already confirmed that a supernova explosion could save them.

Tom had every reason to believe that some effects might be superluminal, potentially influencing the battle situation in the early stages of the outburst.

But another obvious thing was that even if such superluminal effects existed, they had nothing to do with him and would not cause the slightest interference to his fleet.

Even if a supernova explosion might have already occurred at this moment, Tom was still proceeding with inertial navigation as planned, not at all worried about the supernova explosion affecting him.

It wasn’t until inertial navigation had continued for 16 years, covering a distance of approximately 14 light-years, that Tom changed the fleet’s heading and began to decelerate, finally taking another 7 years to park his fleet in a quiet, desolate solar system.

According to Tom’s calculations, considering his fleet’s acceleration and deceleration capabilities and maximum cruising speed, if the white dwarf were to explode 10 years after he left, then the light and radiation carrying its energy would reach this solar system and catch up to his fleet in about 1 year.

He needed to find a barrier and hide in advance.

After some exploration, Tom finally selected 100 dwarf planets.

The radii of these dwarf planets were generally below 800 kilometers, and the one with the strongest gravity had a surface gravity of only 5% of Earth’s, which was completely sufficient for small and medium-sized starships to land and take off directly from their surfaces.

Tom then began large-scale operations.

The content of the operations was also very simple: first, leveling the surface.

The towering mountains, rugged canyons, and uneven surfaces on these dwarf planets were rapidly leveled by countless machines, becoming as flat as floors laid on Earth.