Just at this mont!
The main and auxiliary cannons of the six hundred ships fired simultaneously!
The East Wind spewed out scorching ion beams!
Two blue light arcs lit up on the back of the East Wind, and two slender chas equipped with thrusters began to sprint forward.
The thrusters ignited forcibly, and two Fierce Ghost chas charged into the rging insect swarm ahead!
Yang Ming's calm voice resonated in Po Suo's ears: "Biological shielding device deactivated."
The two of them pressed the buttons beside them together.
In a mont, just an extrely brief mont, Yang Ming and Po Suo simultaneously raised their heads, their eyes turning blood red, and streams of crimson light surged from their foreheads, entwining around the two chas.
They ca alive!
Like two ferocious Fierce Ghosts, they gained true life in space, raising their heads in a silent roar.
Po Suo's Fierce Ghost accelerated sharply!
"Po Suo!"
Yang Ming drew out his Light Blade, following close behind, fully releasing his thrusters along with his spiritual power!
"I'm here!" Po Suo panted urgently, "I can control myself! I can take down this Fake Queen!"
"Together! I'll launch a spiritual impact first!"
Yang Ming shouted, and a crimson tide swept in all directions, with each adult insect falling into a dazed state, colliding into a ss everywhere.
The Light Blade in Po Suo's hand shone with a crimson High-energy Ion Beam, and the powerful confining magnetic field caused slight distortions even in the vacuum.
The Fake Queen was utterly panicked.
She roared and bellowed, continually attempting to retreat backward, desperately rallying the insect swarm to gather toward her.
The pressure on the Human Fleet reduced abruptly!
Yang Ming shouted: "Spiritual impact!"
With a cold snort from Po Suo, her Fierce Ghost raised its head and roared, a wave of blood-red spiritual tide sweeping across like a tsunami.
Yang Ming lifted his left hand, a slight smile suddenly appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Go, Po Suo.
Although when we first t in the "Abyss," you were just a squad level boss constrained by data and ga chanics, now, here, your power can be freely unleashed.
Spiritual power surged, and Yang Ming stirred up a storm.
Po Suo's speed skyrocketed again, her raised Light Blade slashing forward, her figure like a streak of lightning, striking toward the continuously roaring Fake Queen.
Fierce Ghost Second Slash!
...
Near the territory controlled by the Wind Alliance.
One after another, warships were making secret maneuvers; even a ten-thousand-ter-long giant research vessel was still as small as specks of dust on a cosmic scale.
Miss Hera squinted, staring at the massive experintal platform ahead, where the abdon of the Fake Queen was being chanically dissected, with microbes located through Hera's sensors.
Beside her, there were already many successful extracted samples.
But it's not enough; these quantities are still not enough. She must ensure enough microbes are produced for her clones to beco infected.
"How's it going?"
Lyu's voice sounded beside her, revealing only a faint silhouette.
"Very smoothly," Hera replied, "but we still need another Fake Queen; the quantity is sowhat insufficient."
Lyu pondered for a mont: "Once the battle over there is over, I'll apply for it. The boss's intention is to focus on preserving our living forces. After the insect swarm, human society will inevitably enter a period of decline, which is our opportunity to rise."
Hera laughed: "Alright, we'll do as he says. He's the boss. I also have other thods, like upgrading the microbes within , simultaneously acting as a Petri dish."
"Will this affect your mind?"
"To so extent, it will," Hera responded calmly. "It's best to use a clone for verification first; the experint is already underway, so don't worry."
Lyu nodded.
Hera asked: "How's Ming's side?"
Lyu replied quickly: "The boss went to the second battlefield. He inherently has the ability to confront the Fake Queen, plus he's acting with Po Suo, and Lyu is organizing firepower for long-range support, which is very effective. Our Particle Transmission Machine has been kept in an open state, and the boss is relatively safe, so you needn't worry."
"Mm," Hera nodded, "as long as he's okay, he represents thirty percent of the reason I do all this."
"Only thirty percent?" Lyu asked with a smile.
Hera smiled, squinting: "At most thirty-three point three recurring, no more."
"Alright, it's indeed my boss's honor."
"Mm... hmm?"
Hera suddenly frowned, turning to look in the direction of the Empire, then promptly closed her eyes, sensing carefully.
"Lyu, biological shielding device?"
"Fully active state."
"I sensed a relatively weak signal... she's angry, angry because of two peculiar beings, targeting Faya's weapon... she said so... the Fake Mother Insect has been ordered to fight to the death..."
Hera opened her eyes and turned to Lyu.
She opened her mouth, as if to say sothing, then swallowed it back, pondering for a few seconds, her eyes already full of determination.
"I'll act as the Petri dish, cultivating the microbes at the fastest speed; he and Po Suo are the primary targets of the queen."
Lyu imdiately nodded: "I'll manage the process."
Hera ripped off her white lab coat and rushed to the experintal platform beside her, with a dozen dical robots quickly moving forward.
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