In the arena, on the 'seats' spreading forward, backward, left, and right in a stepped manner, over two hundred thousand sleeping individuals were already equipped with the brain-machine that had been urgently processed and produced, as if forming a network of biological computers.
The core of this network is the Asexual Angel, Bryant.
Outside the arena, through thick special glass, Director Eno, with a haggard appearance, frowned as he looked at the data handed over by his subordinates.
"Is the success rate still this low?"
"Yes, Director, we have already made every effort; the correction data previously provided by the Emperor Guard System has been applied, but the result is still only about three percent success rate."
"If we can repeat the sa experint three tis, the success rate will definitely increase significantly."
"Where can I find a second Asexual Angel? Do you know how much effort was spent cultivating these collectibles?"
"Director, three percent, this is actually already worth the gamble."
The researcher spoke quickly:
"You must consider the current situation; this is almost our last chance."
"The Emperor Guard System is going crazy wanting to destroy human civilization; the White Ghost has already ford a line of resistance against the third Natural Disaster; ultimately, humanity will lose heavily but the Emperor Guard System will be eliminated."
"The Empire is going to fall!"
"We can't survive; right now, all of our efforts are right before your eyes. We must quickly start the experint, Director. Once the Emperor Star strikes or the Emperor Guard System collapses, then... Director!"
"I understand."
Director Eno tightly frowned.
He looked at the experintal arena ahead...
"Check the entire system once more and control the error range to the lowest."
"I'll go right away, Director!"
The researcher certainly understood that this ant the experint was about to enter the activation phase.
His bulky body ran two steps, turned back to look at the tall and thin figure behind the glass, hesitated to speak, but still said:
"Director! If you weren't in this lab, you'd certainly be able to contribute to human civilization in other ways!"
Director Eno smiled and shook his head.
He sighed lightly.
"I'm no longer considered human... I'm a demon driven by obsession, denying the aning of nature and life... Is dinsional ascension really that important for individuals? An individual cannot represent civilization, no one can..."
Director Eno's murmuring voice grew increasingly indistinct.
...
"Huh—"
Deep within Lyu's Thought Space.
Lyu looked at herself in the mirror, dressed in a carefully selected long gown, holding a key-shaped long staff in her hand.
She was about to simultaneously host both real and virtual wars.
The real war had already fully erupted near the Empire's border and the New Federation Head Star. Levi's destructive fleet, relying on trillions of chanical thought bodies, was crushing human civilization from both real and virtual directions.
Lyu closed her eyes.
Almost instantly, she was already connected with all the human ships fighting against Levi's destructive fleet, enhancing her command and dispatching abilities at the frontline.
Lyu quietly felt sothing.
Before her seed to be the entire Milky Way, this dazzling elliptical giant star system;
The human world broke out in what ranked in the top hundred largest wars in history, but to the vast Galaxy, it is still dust.
In the central region of one arm of the Galaxy, a huge virtual shadow seed to stand quietly.
That was Lyu's perception of Reason.
Reason was emitting a bloody red light.
And now, in the starry sky not far ahead of Reason, Lyu's figure slowly rose, facing Reason directly.
'Reason, we are still in complete opposition.'
Lyu sighed, chanting, slowly closing her eyes.
These two giant virtual shadows seed to undergo so changes.
Reason raised a blood-stained long spear, while Lyu was in a praying posture.
One for destruction, one for redemption.
Around Lyu, specks of starlight twinkled; they are human scientists and engineers providing remote support; when Lyu stood against Reason, this counterattack had actually already had a fixed outco.
Specks of starlight gathered from the distant starry sky, rging into Lyu's virtual shadow.
Holy Light began to attempt to suppress blood light.
Lyu's features beca holy and pure, the slightly open eyes reflected Yang Ming leading the Special Attack Team, traversing the absurd virtual network world, searching for opportunities to approach Reason's core data.
The intensity of the war in reality rose steadily;
While in the virtual world, elite chanical thought bodies of the Dark Star have started to die and sacrifice.
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