Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

With dozens of priests, Divine Blessing Army and technicians escorting him through the fog, Li Yao was sent to a repair workshop known as "vast”.

Looking at it, thousands of repair platforms are sparked with "nourishment", and countless mechanics and crystal brain experts manipulate mechanical prostheses, like hundreds of bugs dancing, carrying out repairs, maintenance and testing.

The vast majority of the pharmacopoeia on the maintenance platform are the spiritual towers used to communicate and amplify the spiritual network, which is equivalent to a node of the vast war network.

This is also very understandable - Ultimate Rescue is an enhanced version of the communications command ship, and keeping the Spirit Network unimpeded is its life, so instead of carrying too many weapons, ammunition and crystal armor, it carries a large number of Spirit Towers, which can be released upon arrival on the battlefield to ensure that no matter how fast the enemy attacks and interferes, or even destroys more than two-thirds of the Spirit Towers, the stability and efficiency of the battle network will be affected, so that the orders of the Five to the Best Master can be carried out to the nerve End of each bundle of the fleet, which is the key to deciding whether to win or lose the war.

For Li Yao, falling into a place like this is like a mouse falling into a rice cylinder, and it's gone.

As long as his "touch” can penetrate these towers, he can erode and control the core battle network of the Volkswagen fleet, intercept and tamper with the orders of the Good Master at the most critical point of battle, and even hijack the entire Volkswagen fleet in his name, pretending to be the Good Master to play ghosts. Hey, hey, hey, just think about it, the snot bubbles are coming out.

Several mechanics with fully reflective mirror helmets to protect the brain, all limbs specially modified, shoulder blades connected several mechanical prosthetics, pushed Li Yao onto a particularly wide repair platform, and plugged several large cables into the data transmission hole behind Li Yao.

They then reactivated the spider chariot.

Although Li Yao is free to move without their activation, the constant influx of spiritual energy and data along the source of the crystal cable makes him feel comfortable and ready to scream.

Several crystal brain experts pulled out dozens of three-dimensional stereoscopic screens from the repair deck, and hundreds of thousands of waterfall-like streams of information rolled down, and their hands flew like flights, extracting all the data from the spider chariot's last detection, which is now, in fact, only seventy-two hours.

If the Puppet King implanted a common crystalline brain virus, it would be invisible under their impervious scan.

But who is Li Yao, who can be said to be the puppet king - Lu Qingdu's uncles, the source of information life, the world leader in the field of ambush and hiding, would it be so easily discovered?

Just one layer of virtual case written by the lazy blood-colored heart demon is enough to fool these "crystal brain experts” scans.

Li Yao's "Thinking Touch”, along the cable, extended to the maintenance table below him, then jumped from one maintenance table to another, continuously flowed between hundreds of maintenance tables, and implanted a set of his own stamps in all the poly tower wafers, opening the “back door”, and then poured into the most computational supercrystal brain in the maintenance workshop.

In an instant, the entire repair workshop became part of Li Yao's body.

He can clearly scan the database of up to one thousand four hundred and twenty-five crystal brains in the repair workshop, as well as the brain domains of more than a thousand mechanics and crystal brain specialists.

Unexpectedly, 1 per cent of these mechanics and brain specialists are “blacks” who are extremely vulnerable to his erosion.

He's not interested in invading Blackie's brain right now, but these Blackie could be a springboard to help him take control of the wider world.

Li Yao smiled slightly. This computing power is constantly improving, as if the whole heaven and earth had turned into a chessboard. It was so good to know what he was feeling!

His soul continued to spread and expand, no longer confined to the spider chariot's master crystal brain, but hijacked all the crystal brains in the repair workshop.

Each crystalline brain is like a neuron. As the number of neurons he manages grows, his soul experiences a strange reaction from quantity to mass change. Thinking expands faster and farther away, and the amount of data and information he consumes is closer to astronomical numbers.

He can scan almost every detail of the Ultimate Rescue.

Flowing through intricate lines and cables, sparkling data formed the nerves and blood vessels of this "master flagship" in his soul, rendering the blockade of mist and bulkheads completely ineffective and revealing all secrets to his eyes.

His thoughts even accompanied those who completed the tests, were sent to the Ultimate Salvation, joined the Gathering Tower of the Star Wars Network, jumped onto other Starships of the Volkswagen fleet, those gunnery arsenals, assault ships filled with lethal soldiers, and even star battlestones like mountains and islands.

Li Yao felt like a giant, a giant millions of kilometers tall, sitting on the star sea, looking down at the toy-like fleet under his feet.

Suddenly, he became another 10,000 invisible ghosts, trapped inside every starship in the Volkswagen fleet along a network of spirits, watching the details of the battle.

He “saw" that on those steel hedgehog ships, faceless soldiers were orderly packing the last batch of ammunition and fuel, and detecting and preheating cannons over 10 metres in diameter, many of them making “buzzing” noises, like hungry beasts, screaming anxiously before they could smell the blood of their prey.

The manipulation of these cannons, their performance, power and potential damage in simulated combat, are transmitted to Li Yao's soul in the form of information flow.

Li Yao doesn't want these giant guns roaring in front of his fleet. Well, even roaring in front of the Imperial fleet is a total disaster.

Li Yao also “saw" that on the assault ship, countless steel-like indifferent soldiers, like rigid chess pieces, knelt to pray, pray for the "best master” shaped by the illusory light in front of them, can bring victory and glory.

Thereafter, the soldiers were sent into pieces of armor.

Perhaps because of too hasty a strategy, or because of the need to assemble as much force as possible, many Alliance soldiers' armor is made out of coarse, using fragile alloys instead of expensive reinforced alloys, and using rough connections instead of sophisticated connections. The resulting structural fragility problem is solved directly by welding.

Yes, when an Allied soldier is sent into the armor, the logisticians will completely weld his armor and weld a few more layers of armor at the seams of the armor to solve the problem of understrength with this appalling technique.

Countless soldiers, who had just woken up from the hibernation bin and were still in the midst of a nightmarish resuscitation, were injected with a large quantity of fortifiers and then encapsulated into an extremely dangerous "iron can”.

The iron cans were sent into an assault pod less than two metres in diameter, huddled like babies, silent, waiting quietly for launch, battle and destruction.

“Is life so worthless? ”

Li Yao couldn't bear to look at the details inside the starship and looked back into the star sea. In addition to the Ultimate Rescue, the data and information are the most dense and bright place.

That is the driver of the Supreme Superior, the five great battle castles.

Each Fortress is several times larger than the highest-class carriers, and it is an empty asteroid, shaped or rough or weird, with intense traces of flooded civilization.

Fantasy Maritime Master's Supreme Battle Castle, in blue, looks like it covers a layer of lost water fog, and there are countless whirlpools hidden between the fogs that slowly spin, and all attacks are swallowed up by it.

Burning the Superior Battle Castle of the Superior Master is like burning a bear forever, like a miniature version of a star, releasing a flaming serpent with teeth dancing claws.

Master Ruijin's Supreme Battle Castle, like a huge, fringe, hair-blowing battle knife, emits a silent tsunami in a silent cosmic vacuum that can cut open even three-dimensional space.

Deadwood Master's Supreme Battle Castle is like a strange heavenly tree, lying between the stars and the sea, and the trees are wrapped around countless things like vines, no wind automatically, growing.

The supreme battlefield of the earthly master, directly a earthy asteroid, but the mountains, basins and trenches of the asteroid's surface actually form a sleeping face, clearly visible to the five officials, combining the characteristics of human beings and the flourishing race, completely natural, without a trace of artificial carving.

It's like... the head of a giant, sleeping, I really don't know what it will look like once it wakes up.

There is no doubt that the five Supreme Fortresses are carrying a large number of the most advanced and mysterious flood technologies, even prehistoric starships dug up in the ruins of the flood, to be repaired and fortified directly.

Data from the surge of five prime battlestones alone show that their combat power is comparable to that of five fleets, not to mention so many staggered, murderous starship escorts around them.

Li Yao wanted to lock the coordinates of the five best superiors so he could summon a commando team from the Empire to carry out the beheading tactic. Think now, but it's naive.

However, this reconnaissance also established one thing.

“The entire main fleet of the Alliance has leaned out, all the main guns have been replaced with extremely precious, and even only once the crystal cannon tubes have been bombarded. A large number of soldiers have been killed and sealed in crystal armor to form 'iron cans’. Even the five Supreme Master's pilots have gathered here in one place to activate the strongest form of combat - the Alliance's days are truly unplanned! Do they want a 'strategic duel', or do they want the jade to burn and hurt? Why do I feel like they're dead and murderous, and they smell like ‘suicide attacks', dragging the Empire to death together? ”