The shield device remains active, and the distance keeps decreasing.
A buzzing sound constantly appears in Yang Ming's brain, as if countless insects are clamoring by his ear.
The insects' attention is all drawn to Po Suo.
The queen in the insect passage has clearly fallen a short distance; she faces the surface directly, with her abdon now jutting out of the passage's cross-section.
Yang Ming's Fierce Ghost cha charges into the edge of the Insect Race!
On the surface, Po Suo appears like a red whirlwind sweeping across the ground.
However, without the support of the Fierce Ghost cha, Po Suo's offensive power and maneuverability are greatly reduced, but fortunately, her combat system is much richer than Yang Ming's, and her efficiency in slaughtering the insect swarm is quite impressive.
A countdown appears in front of Yang Ming's eyes.
This is the ti he will collide with the insect passage.
The flight backpack behind the Fierce Ghost cha ejects hot propulsion, and his speed begins to gradually decrease, like a fiery teor streaking across the sky.
'There aren't many insects in this direction?'
A sense of puzzlent arises in Yang Ming's heart.
Logically, the East Wind has already been marked by the insect swarm, and the East Wind appears in this direction, but the insects' defense focus is in the opposite area.
The opposite area...
The batch of human fleets that arrived earlier is attracting the insects' attention?
Yang Ming sighed inwardly; this mix of Fifth and Sixth Rank adult insects is a formidable enemy that is extrely difficult for small fleets to handle.
Yet he expressed no opinions, just charging forward silently.
Advance, charge, achieve the tactical goal!
Victory is the only solace for fallen soldiers!
...
Near the Empire borders.
Behind the covert operations of the Dark Star Elite Fleet, that giant research ship is preparing for pre-jump procedures.
Due to the Wind Alliance conducting 'influence expansion' operations, the united fleet of the Wind Alliance is simultaneously supporting four or five dium and small regis, so the number of escort fleet ships here has been reduced by two-thirds.
They won't actively hunt the Fake Mother Insect.
Moreover, the insect swarm near the Empire is gathering inward to the Empire, causing the space near the Empire borders to be relatively safer.
Lyu's Thought Body avatar lodges in a chanical Guard, at this mont crossing arms, standing by a porthole, watching the position where Yang Ming is located.
'Boss.'
Lyu murmurs softly.
Behind the chanical Guard, within this giant cabin, thousands of two-ter-high nutrient tanks are densely arranged, with identical-looking girls quietly closing their eyes inside, each head covered by a helt.
This experintal opportunity is very short, only occurring between the mont the Great Queen formally appears within the Empire to the defeat or departure of the Great Queen. —This is the sole experintal window.
Hera is currently lying on the central operating table.
Having completed two steps of upgrading and propagating the high-dinsional microorganisms within her, she is still in a coma.
This coma protects her body, preventing excessive burden on the nervous system.
Lyu glanced at the ti and, strictly following Hera's established experint process, started the second step after 'high-dinsional microorganism cultivation.'
The chanical Guard picked up a walkie-talkie, and Lyu's voice was heard:
"All clones proceed with mory overwrite, share the mory of the cloned. Three, two, one... execute."
In the buzzing noise, the lights on the helts flickered continuously.
Lyu silently waited for about thirty seconds, with approximately thirty clones exhibiting abnormal life indicators.
Yes, even the supposedly mature technique of mory overwrite has about a three percent failure rate.
According to the experintal process, clones that beco abnormal will have their consciousness erased, turning their bodies into petri dishes for high-dinsional microorganisms, increasing the experint's risk tolerance.
Lyu lightly pursed her lips in the Thought Space.
She felt it necessary to delete this portion of mory afterward.
This was fundantally different from the battles on the battlefield, where any war's casualty would surpass the current experint, yet their nature is entirely different.
Rather than saying this is Hera's set experint process, it should 'credit' the Faya Civilization.
In the eyes of the Faya people, individual low-dinsional intelligent life holds no significance.
Lyu glanced at the ti, awaiting the complete adaptation of the clones to the mory data, ready to push the third step.
[Clone self-network attempt.]
If the third step succeeds, then they can at any ti prepare for over a thousand Hera clones to access the cross-space network of the Insect Race, conducting the final experint.
— Attempt to perform ntal and Thought interference on the queen individual about to undergo dinsional ascension.
This is the destiny the Faya people have set for Hera.
Lyu gazed at Hera's sleeping profile, her delicate face though poorly maintained, remains charmingly lovely.
"How wonderful it would be if you were just a normal girl."
Lyu sighed gently, continuing to focus on the current experint content.
The success or failure of this experint directly determines whether the Faya people will invest in other experintal projects, concerning the future developnt of Dark Star-Wind and if the boss's aspirations can be realized.
Lyu's goal is very clear.
Twilight Third Test is a massive threshold, whether the boss can resonate again with Intelligent chanic Dusk, whether they can pass the stringent mid-term assessnt, remains unknown.
Lyu knows the pressure and mission of her boss, and what she can do is ensure the boss becos at least a powerful regi founder like Levi Sherman.
Even if it ans stirring a bloody storm in the human world for this.
Lyu continued to turn her head, watching deep within the Empire territory through the porthole, observing the war between the Empire and the Insect Race through her secret detectors scattered throughout the Empire.
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