Days passed, one after another; every morning was spent directly on the battlefield imparting theory and going through live combat rehearsals, with the entirety of the afternoon spent in battle. To foster rapport and understanding, every Dragon Knight was required to rest and even sleep on the sa bed with their Mount Dragon. Of course, so ambiguous incidents occurred, but that was none of the instructors’ concern. As long as combat prowess could be enhanced, who cared what exactly you did?
The frontline battles continued relentlessly, with The Forgotten Ones’ warriors increasingly intensifying their assaults on the battlefield. The objective of The Forgotten Ones was clear: they were after the Genesis Artifact. Once the Genesis Artifact was destroyed, the projection of the Worm God could directly pierce through the Plane, and the 1.5 billion Giant Dragons would pour into this universe unimpeded.
Therefore, this position absolutely must not fall.
The warriors of the Celestial Clan, demon realm, and Hell were each responsible for a region of the battlefield. Although it wasn’t the ti for infighting, one could prove their strength through slaying enemies. The warriors of Demon Abyss Dragons interspersed here, acting as free agents, assisting wherever tension rose. Because of the Demon Abyss Dragons’ astonishingly high body temperature, for the ti being, no Dragon Riders were paired with them, and of course, the Empress of the Demon Abyss Dragons didn’t mind; after all, the Demon Abyss Dragons didn’t actually have much advantage in the cosmic battles. The molten iron they sprayed would quickly cool in the cold reaches of space, and the Demon Abyss Dragons themselves had to maintain their own temperature. This was considered the price for adapting to the environnt, as the climate of lting Fire Abyss was thus, but in space, this beca quite a nuisance.
As the frontline beca increasingly tense, so newly trained Dragon Riders and their Mount Dragons began heading to the battlefield, treating it as their practice ground. The Dragon Clan was originally extrely powerful; were it not for the need to train to deal with the impending ultimate battle, this place should have been entrusted to them.
Now with the arrival of these Dragon Riders on the battlefield, the pressure was imdiately alleviated significantly. Through real combat, Dragon Riders and Giant Dragons also accumulated combat rapport and experience continuously.
This was a novel way of fighting; upon entering the fray, the Giant Dragons imdiately realized the benefits of having a Dragon Rider. The Dragon Riders and Giant Dragons connected their minds through a pact, and the decisions made by Dragon Riders were executed instantly, while the Giant Dragons for the first ti experienced not needing to think at all, just fighting wholeheartedly.
For a species that was intrinsically not adept at thinking, this was nothing short of a divine blessing!
Thus, the final complaints also faded away.
Frankly, the outco of such rushed training was bound to be subpar, but there was no other way. It had to suffice.
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At this mont, in the Plane of The Forgotten Ones.
Ti thus went by day after day, and now less than thirty days were left before the one hundred days predicted by Simu, and Long Yi had already taken control of over eighty Worm Apostles. But the wars of the outside world had also beco more intense, with brainwashed warriors increasing in number, and chaotic battles incessant on the outer battlefields.
However, there was also a piece of good news—that is, the newly trained Dragon Riders had also begun to join the battles. After extensive training, these Dragon Riders truly demonstrated their combative might. Naturally, Long Yi was unaware of the particulars of the training; his information on the performance of these Dragon Riders ca from the descriptions of The Forgotten Ones’ warriors, but even just these descriptions were sufficient.
With less than thirty days left, the situation was extrely urgent, but there were still more than fifty Worm Apostles remaining. Continuing like this wouldn’t do; Long Yi had to co up with a foolproof plan.
Over eighty Worm Apostles were now under the control of Long Yi, most of whom lacked any independent consciousness. There were only about twenty-plus Worm Apostles with independent consciousness, implying that most Worms with autonomous thoughts were not under control.
Yet, Long Yi wasn’t without gains.
By controlling those Worm Apostles with independent consciousness, Long Yi understood sothing: although these independently-minded Worm Apostles were also fused with the consciousness of the Worm God, due to their individual differences, they were entirely different from one another, whether in terms of personality or other aspects. Differences ant divergence. It’s just that now they were all under the control of a unified consciousness, and even if there were divergences, they wouldn’t manifest.
Because they feared death.
To defy the Worm God’s consciousness ant the obliteration of their own consciousness. And once their own consciousness was completely erased, they would beco re husks that only obeyed orders, much like those husks at the periphery.
"So, in other words, there are so who aren’t afraid of dying and are courting death in various ways," Long Yi said.
"It seems so. According to the information gathered by my Crystal Poison, many of these Worm Apostles actually do not wish to be your enemy. So of them have even privately discussed how to escape the mind control of the Worm God, but evidently, they have not succeeded," said Belle.
"Discussed privately? Isn’t the consciousness of the Worm God integrated with their own? How did they have private discussions?" Long Yi asked with great surprise.
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