BL I'm Not Human

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The planet's broadcasting room was for professionals engaged in the broadcasting industry and it was a very exclusive place. The broadcast from this room, which was usually only open during certain annual festivals, would be heard by all the inhabitants on the planet.

Once the Grey Tower launched an attack and the planet's alarm sounded, Gu Huai asked the leader if there was a way to convey his voice and he was invited to this room. Gu Huai told them to put down their weapons through the microphone. This sentence reached every corner of the planet through the broadcasting equipment. Everyone on the planet heard it, including the Grey Tower soldiers who just landed on the planet and were ready to move forward.

This was obviously just a voice and it wasn't sharp at all. It was gentle and no threats could be heard. It sounded like an ordinary conversation. Normally, the Grey Tower soldiers wouldn't take these ridiculous, pointless remarks seriously.

Stop? Drop their weapons? Did the people of this Star Alliance branch have problems? Their defense was so weak and they couldn't fight at all. Why should the Grey Tower soldiers listen to them? Their first reaction was this thought but at the same time, most of the soldiers in the ground troops on the planet had another indescribable impulse in their subconscious mind.

The Grey Tower soldier who first had the impulse suddenly dropped his weapon. He watched the beam weapon in his hand crash to the ground and was stunned. What was he doing?

"What are you doing?" The companion next to him asked him with amazement.

He didn't know! The Grey Tower soldier who dropped the weapon screamed loudly in his heart, 'I should pick it up now to remedy the mistake.' Then his brain rejected the idea and his mind remained still.

Body: I think I should go and pick up the weapon.

Brain: No, you don't want to.

Not only did he not want to pick up the weapon, the Grey Tower soldier also made a standard upright posture. His shoulders were back and his fingers rested tightly by his sides. This posture was like a soldier waiting for a superior in a military parade.

"What are you doing..." Before he could finish his sentence, the companion stared in amazement as he heard the sound of weapons falling around him. The guns were thrown to the ground and the Grey Tower soldiers who threw away their weapons also looked bewildered, completely unaware of what was happening.

"It must be the broadcast just now. The broadcast must have some type of control ability. We have someone on our side who can resist. The people who are fine, take their weapons and come with me to solve that ability user..."

Before he could finish, the soldier staying this shut up as five or six guns pointed at him. The soldiers who dropped their weapons heard this and instantly picked up their weapons again, pointing it at the speaker. Their vertical pupils were sharply contracted. It was unclear what type of mood the Grey Tower soldiers were in but they knew they didn't want... the other side to be harmed.

"Put your weapon down." A Grey Tower with amber vertical pupils ordered.

Suddenly, a group of people pointed their weapons at him. The soldier asked incredulously, "Are you crazy?"

"Drop your weapon." The Grey Tower soldiers accentuated their words, vertical pupils contracted into a thin line.

The Zerg couldn't tolerate people trying to harm their king. For the Grey Tower soldiers with the integrated Zerg gene, they all had the same subconscious mood. The other side couldn't say anything and could only drop their weapons. A control ability couldn't do this...

Was this a spontaneous, collective mutiny?

In this confusing situation, the Grey Tower soldier watched the other soldiers in the team throw away their weapons more and more. Those who still had their weapons didn't hesitate to put them on the ground after watching the situation around them.