This is impossible...
No, to be precise, this is sowhat beyond my understanding.
The anthropomorphic main control program of the Empire Guard 2.0 system, codenad 'Labuduo' artificial thought body, is now standing dumbfounded in front of a large door.
This is the materialization of the network world.
To put it simply, the scenery around is all simulated, and the door in front of him represents the firewall of the Wind Alliance's command system for all the ships on this battlefield.
As long as this door is pushed open, theoretically speaking, he can infiltrate the command system of the Wind Alliance.
This is the only way to save the imperial fleet.
Today's battle has completely surpassed Labuduo's expectations.
They knew too little about Wind beforehand.
Within these short minutes, Wind's technology, Wind's army, and the combat will of Wind's soldiers all made Labuduo take notice.
And all of this developed right under the Empire's nose, making Labuduo unable to resist cursing...
Those lazy pigs of the Military Intelligence Bureau!
—Of course, this doesn't include the man who once worked in the Military Intelligence Bureau.
Does the Military Intelligence Bureau's annual budget all get embezzled layer by layer by the people in the Military Departnt?
The failure of today's battle is mainly attributed to the huge intelligence errors, resulting in them being caught off guard by Wind's planet cannon, and being dragged into a large unmanned drone battle that was not accounted for in the Empire's combat readiness database.
All the information Labuduo has is based on the 'experience' of his predecessors; he has no specific way to deal with this situation.
But Labuduo also has his own independent thinking ability.
Just like now, he decided to deal a knockout blow to Wind Fleet.
This thought body, which has integrated countless advanced technologies of the Empire, possesses enormous computing power and temporarily controls the network world of the Empire's core area, is about to implent a precise dinsionality reduction attack on the battlefield ship network of the Wind Alliance!
He pushes!
"Hmm?"
Labuduo looked up at the door before him.
Can't push it?
He mobilized all the computing power he could at the mont, accounting for about fifteen percent of his total power, and his anticipated effect was that the communication thod of Wind Alliance Fleet would be cracked within seconds, allowing him to infiltrate and forcibly close their weapon systems and propulsion systems of so Alliance ships within tens of seconds.
But now... the door didn't budge.
Labuduo's invested computing power is continuously calculating, but he seems to be plunging headlong into fog, unable to find any flaw.
Moreover, Labuduo realized that he couldn't comprehend the self-protection thod of the Wind Alliance ship system.
Another new technology not possessed by the Empire?
How did the Wind Alliance do it!
Labuduo glanced around the battlefield...
Warships were exploding, flas flaring up everywhere, countless drones weaving at high speed in the stream of light bullets, looking for opportunities to attack the vessels;
The retreat was about to be cut off, with Guel Alliance's full-strength reinforcents watching closely;
The two imperial dreadnoughts had now beco the 'point' for the opposing forces to surround and attack the reinforcents, as the threat of the opponent's drone swarm capturing the dreadnoughts was too great, causing Labuduo to have to mobilize more ships to help protect the dreadnoughts.
They fell into a quagmire.
A few insane thoughts erged from the corner of Labuduo's mind.
He began to gather more computing power, temporarily abandoning the supervision of part of the planets within the Emperor Star Circle, and temporarily abandoning the ships in the rear border of the New Federation, because it wasn't fully engaged in war yet.
He pressed his hands against the golden door in front of him.
He must save the Empire's soldiers here, bringing back as much living power as possible to the Empire's border!
This door must be opened!
The computing power surged like tidal waves, crashing against the data ocean ahead; Labuduo almost pushed forward with his head, yet was firmly kept out by this door.
Lyu's Thought Space.
Lyu's clones were still busy, Lyu and Molly's heads were close together, looking down at a small disk on Lyu's desk.
—This is naturally also a tangible demonstration of the data world.
The disk is shaped like an arena, with layers of concentric circles stacked together, extrely intricate in structure.
On the arena's outermost edge, a tiny figure of a man was pressing hard against the door in front, veins bulging across his body, feet slipping, but unable to push the door open even slightly.
"Ah," Molly muttered, "he's so weak."
Lyu couldn't resist raising his hand to his forehead: "Surely so weak."
"But he's still considered an advancent of Lyu," Molly mimicked two wings, "the gap is just too large, he can't even enter your set data maze, let alone co out... Last ti, I saw you and Lyu fighting in the starry sky with wings."
"Can't completely bla him either," Lyu shook his head, "the level of Intelligent chanic Dusk is too high; although we and Lyu are growth-type thought bodies, far from reaching a full capacity, it's not sothing that Empire's network technology can touch lightly."
"What do you plan to do then?"
Molly asked:
"Directly trap him inside here? That way, it might kill more Sherman Empire forces."
"Of course," Lyu thought for a mont, "I might as well open a door for him, originally hoping that he'd feel so resistance when he entered the door, to give him a sense of realism, to consider this data maze as our shipborne control system."
Molly nodded, she stopped herself from speaking further.
But seeing that Lyu didn't ask about the young man's situation, she held her tongue obediently.
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