Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1056: Beat them all into small pancakes!
Lan was puzzled. You know, it was the old man who took the lead in destroying the murals, and whenever Lan brought up the topic of resisting monsters, the old man would immediately get angry and scold them severely. He also destroyed the two murals that symbolized resistance and courage despite the pressure from the entire camp.

If the old man was really the warrior who fought against the alien beasts back then, then why would he destroy what he once tried so hard to protect?
"The mural depicts the demon-slaying warrior using magma to destroy the monster. That's totally wrong! He didn't use magma at all. Instead, he used a five-in-one robot called the Fire Dragon King that used the terrifying magma contained in the planet as its energy source to defeat the monster!"

"Me!" The old man pointed at himself excitedly, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed a metal implant: "I was one of the pilots back then!"

The metal implant was as good as new. It was obvious that the old man had taken good care of the metal implant. Even after a long time, the words on the metal were still as good as new. The people with better eyesight saw the words on the metal implant: [Fire Dragon King Left Arm Pilot No. 3688].

“But what’s the use?” The old man spread his hands and laughed miserably and sadly: “We repelled the monsters that landed on the planet, and we thought we won.”

"But on the night we celebrated our victory, the real monster arrived."

"They are not opponents of the same level at all. Our proud mechas couldn't even shake the monsters that came that night. The gear cutting weapons that were powerful enough to cut through mountains and lakes were destroyed at a single encounter, and couldn't leave a white mark on them; the Dragon King Cannon that was powerful enough to destroy the camp was not enough to make them turn their heads and take a look. What contempt. Those little things that attacked the camp before were not even as good as the first batch of star monsters that we destroyed with standard weapons, let alone the monsters that appeared later."

"And it," the old man pointed his metal cane at the lonely head, "is the devil that has cut off our hope!"

"If only more powerful monsters appeared, it would just be a repetition of the above process. Our ancestors have suffered so many setbacks since the launch of the first satellite from our mother planet Terra to the spread of their footprints across the starry sea. If it was just a setback, how could we be broken by it? Just like before, if one generation fails, then two generations, ten generations, slowly passing it down, there will always be a day of success. But there is no way forward for us, we have no hope, the appearance of the Demon King has completely cut off our hope."

The old man was in so much pain that he almost burst out. He seemed to be a little unconscious, and muttered, "The purple-red lightning turned into a sky net covering the planet, and fell accurately. The entire ecosystem of the planet was destroyed in an instant. The green shade, lakeside, rivers, creatures other than humans, and more than 90% of the human population were annihilated by the thunder. All large-scale mechanical equipment was turned into dust. The towering tree of knowledge inheritance was not cut in half, but uprooted! Only a few roots remained in the soil. When I was a child, the broken spaceship you two brothers drove was not even a practice vehicle for children to practice with!"

"That guy is called the [Fourth Heavenly Demon King]. We didn't even see him. The moment he finished speaking, everything around him was annihilated by his thunder."

"Six demon kings. At least six as far as I know. I only know there are six demon kings. Maybe it should be eight. After all, it is called the Eighth Heavenly Demon King. This information seems to have been instilled by those guys. It suddenly appeared after the thunder raged."

The old man's words were a little confusing, but Zheng Zha still figured out the cause and effect.

The current problem is not simply that they have been defeated, but that the humans on this planet have reached a state of civilization extinction. If this planet is a plane, then the principles of civilization on this plane are likely to be shattered.

Destruction is often easier than construction. This planet has spent billions of years evolving a stable ecological environment. The human pioneers who originally landed on this planet spent hundreds of years transforming the planet into a human habitat. The knowledge and wisdom possessed by the humans who landed on this planet are the result of thousands of years of inheritance.

But it only takes a breath to destroy all this beauty. In the current human camps, it can be said that any metal products are picked up from the ruins of civilization, not to mention complex technological creations such as small spacecraft and interstellar communicators.

The number of humans who survived from that era was not large to begin with, and those who were dispersed were even more severe. In the first few years after the arrival of the Demon King and the cessation of civilization, there were also warriors running around trying to rebuild human civilization. The humans who survived the Golden Age are not all jacks of all trades, like the time travelers in ancient historical novels (the most exciting kind) who know everything and are human encyclopedias, but at least they can read and write.

As long as the text can be passed down, there is still hope.

Then, the eighth demon king came.

Any camps with more than 1000 people were destroyed, and any attempts to rebuild civilization were annihilated.

The old people were not locals in the camp, but outsiders. The number of people in the camp was about to exceed one thousand, so the oldest group took the initiative to leave the camp.

"We have taught everything we can, such as the use of machines and the most basic language. We cannot teach the rest. If we teach it, it will attract monsters at best and the devil at worst. We are no longer valuable to the camp we once were, and we should leave."

"Later, it was this camp, which originally had only 300 people, that took in our group of old immortals who had fled. Haha, our generation underwent genetic surgery when we were still embryos, and our lifespan can easily reach over a hundred years. We are truly immortal."

The story was long, but everyone listened attentively.

The people in the camp did not understand the story told by the old man, but their hearts were filled with passion.

Civilization can be cut off and knowledge can be burned.

But the spirit of never giving up is engraved deep in the blood and passed down through the genes, and it cannot be destroyed!

"I understand." After listening to the story, Zheng Zha nodded heavily and said to the old man, "Don't worry, I will beat those demon kings, from the first to the eighth, into small pancakes!"

(End of this chapter)