The Rizer Clan are oviparous animals.
The females carry the eggs in a pouch in front of their stomachs for a long time. Now the young have turned into little monsters, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Even the side with telepathy fell silent for a moment.
In other words, this unknown supernatural life form has transformed their descendants into the Dark Race, breeding them in this vast maze.
Death is not the most painful thing; if the descendants are eternally enslaved, herded like cattle and sheep, that situation is much more painful than death itself.
"Is there really no chance of saving them?" the General on the other end of the telepathy asked slowly.
The biological tissues have all mutated; there should be no chance of salvation, not to mention that we can hardly ensure our own safety..."
"Clear out as many as we can, then. How much ammunition do you still have?" the voice in the telepathy asked.