Like a human using a 100 million tonne equivalent hydrogen bomb to blow up a city, the bomb exploded, yet the entire city did not even drop wall dust on the surface of a single building.
This scene was transmitted to Proxima b again in the same 168 minutes.
There was a silence.
Though the impassioned speeches of the civilization's executives were still connected in their minds, the entire world was quiet.
At this point, there were no longer creatures who thought that the speech of the civilization's top brass might just be a video recording; they faded from calm and became frightened.
Countless creatures rushed into the place where the supplies were concentrated and began to frantically snatch them.
Doomsday!
This was the harbinger of doom.
In their information network, some of their kind began to use this to spread fear.
This didn't even require Ella's intervention, creatures of higher civilizations inevitably possessed higher intelligence, and higher intelligence inevitably possessed a super high level of complexity.
This complexity gives birth to all sorts of different thinking beings, some of which are afraid and try to hide themselves, some of which want to vent their fears, and some of which want to be comforted by others. ...
Is there a cluster-conscious civilization like the Bugs in Starcraft?
The answer is a 0.047% probability.
One thing that cluster consciousness lacks is the rich and very different imaginations of individuals.
Imagination is an extremely valuable resource, especially amongst higher civilizations, and why Jon chose to conquer the Hundred Eyes instead of destroying them, after all, he already had a highly intelligent individual like Ella.
Because, Ella possessed not an infinite number of arithmetic power, it could calculate one hundred billion scenarios, and the hundreds of millions of beings of the Hundred Eyes Race could also provide more than tens of billions of similar but different scenarios.
As long as there is not a being, mechanical or otherwise, with infinite arithmetic or intelligence, the imagination of a creature is an extremely valuable resource.
A civilization with this resource is more likely to develop into a higher civilization than one without it.
And Jon's Tower of Babel program capitalizes on this.
Just as in mythology, God used language to divide humanity.
Jon at this point uses the different minds of individuals to separate and control a civilization.
In spreading the message of terror.
Many creatures simultaneously noticed that the account that had originally posted the message about the Tower's descent had once again posted a message, and almost instantly after it was sent out, the number of views had exceeded 100 million, and was growing at a rate of 10 million magnitudes per second.
"The High Tower is not a weapon to destroy civilization, but a passport to civilization."
"Civilizations have malice, naturally there also exists goodwill, goodwill is not a kind of selflessness, but a kind of cooperation."
"Destruction is better than integration; civilizations may use the imagination of intelligent beings as a resource to inflict plunder, and every being with a higher intelligence is a rare resource."
"By this standard, the universe might not be a dark forest, but a federation of peaceful civilizations made up of many civilizations."
"Only civilizations that have received the Civilization Pass are eligible to offer their imagination, as well as to use the imagination of other civilizations in the federation ..."
Lines and lines of text of awe-inspiring cosmological speculation.
No creature could deny it, just as Jon could not deny the Dark Forest Laws, they contained powerful chains of logic, and unless one personally observed a real cosmic civilization sight, any refutation paled before these theories.
And there was only one support needed for the theories in this information.
That is that the Tower of Babel does not attack!
An object that does not attack is naturally not a civilization with malicious intent, and the "Imaginative Resource Theory" is pushed to the high ground.
"It's a civilization conspiracy!"
A message appeared in the minds of all the creatures of Planet Bighorn.
It originated from the top.
Because it wouldn't be such a coincidence that a prophecy just happened to foretell the High Tower, and subsequently made all living things accept that civilization.
Even if it was just a random prophecy, the Hierarchy had to say so.
Because they still couldn't speculate on the malicious intent of the High Tower civilization, and as the passive party, they couldn't be the first to release their goodwill, which would put their civilization in a passive position.
It was fatal, a war in which a certain wrong decision could lead to the rout of an army.
And in the battlefield of civilization, an even more subtle mistake or omission could cause a civilization to wither away.
"Why don't we try it?"
"Right!"
"Maybe send a soldier to check it out."
The bottom of the civilization would ignore such risks, because across the board they could see darkness, and both paths ahead were full of fog, so the safer one would be chosen.
These words would be passed on, but the top tier had their own decisions to make, and it was for this reason that the top tier was the top tier, and they were required to make more rational rather than emotional judgments.
A large number of fleets began to move out.
Their nerves were tense in preparation for a great battle.
A total of 700 warships stayed where the spherical warships had originally stopped at the very beginning, lined up in a row.
The ships began to unleash their ammunition on the Tower of Babel without fear.
Countless amounts of energy slammed into the Tower of Babel's magnetic shields.
Antimatter was consumed at a terrifying rate.
On the other side, on the fleet hiding behind a certain asteroid alibi, Jon looked at the gradually decreasing numbers on the screen.
"18.7% less energy in one day, more firepower than you originally predicted."
Ella had previously predicted a week, or 14.28% per day to last a week, but now the firepower of the neighboring civilization was 23.64% higher than it had predicted.
"Not bad, after all, we don't have full control over the number of weapons and energy levels of that civilization."
"That's the margin of error to be expected."
Ella's estimate was actually quite close.
But after all, it was just an estimate.
There was no guarantee that the civilization would attack for six days, by which time the Tower of Babel would run out of energy to meet the antimatter energy with its shell.
Jon appeared calm.
"There's no way they could bombard it for that many days."
"It would be a great drain on their resources, and the voices from within would gradually take over, the higher echelons of that civilization are not machines but creatures, and creatures that are creatures will falter and hesitate."
Jon was actually ready to leave.
If he could not conquer, then he would retreat and find another galaxy.
It wasn't unacceptable to him now, it was just a loss of over 300 years.
He waited, not taking his eyes off the screen for a moment, the cabin silent.
Day 2 ...
Day Three ...
Little by little, time passed.
It wasn't until the fourth day that, finally, the size of the firepower was reduced by 10%.
A smile finally appeared on Jon's face.
"Dark matter is an extremely difficult substance to collect, the other civilization's dark matter reserves may not be as sufficient as we thought."
"Of course, it's also possible that internal conflicts have caused them to lay down."
"Regardless of which one it is, I have achieved the first victory in this game."
"The second game has also officially begun!"