Chapter 662 - 564: Biotic Brain-Machine and Blockade
Chapter 662: Chapter 564: Biotic Brain-Machine and Blockade
As soon as Jeming finished speaking, the sky changed.
The previously gray sky was instantly engulfed by a pure white, not the light of elements but information that was almost tangible.
Countless streams of information poured down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire Ship Plane.
The white information waterfall rolled and surged incessantly. Jeming merely looked up for a glimpse and felt a sharp pain in his Sea of Spirit.
"Everyone, prepare to engage!"
"Heart of Ashes" Martin’s voice echoed across the heavens.
But the enemy’s attack came too swiftly.
Jeming suddenly felt his body sink—the gravity had changed.
Originally normal gravity instantly soared, tripling, quintupling, tenfold... in a mere blink, it rose to over fifty times.
Wizards around frowned, some low-level wizards in the Expeditionary Army not adept at physical enhancement couldn’t help but drop to one knee.
Next came the temperature.
The surrounding air alternated between freezing like an icy cavern and scorching like a furnace.
The pace of the hot-cold alternations was so fast that adaptation was impossible, some low-level wizards had already begun bleeding from their mouths and noses.
Elemental Activity was frantically fluctuating too.
Jeming could feel the surrounding Fire Element, sometimes raging as if about to explode, sometimes dormant as if nonexistent.
These extreme changes made every wizard deeply linked with the elements severely uncomfortable, almost vomiting blood.
But these were merely the appetizers.
The true killing blow was the white pillar of light descending from the sky.
"That’s... a formatting attack!"
A voice of astonishment came from a High Tier Wizard, evidently recognizing this attack method.
The instant that pillar landed, the protective wizard formations around the Ship Plane still operating melted visibly like snow under the fierce sun.
Runes disintegrated, nodes shattered, energy circuits broke.
All the painstakingly arranged defenses were "formatted to blank" in mere seconds.
Besides this, the Large Elemental Pool was most affected.
Jeming turned his gaze eastward, pupils dilating.
The protective shield on the surface of Elemental Pool No. 3, previously almost tampered with, had completely vanished. Internally, countless foundational runes were being reverse-read.
Those runes, the core of controlling energy output, were being "analyzed" bit by bit.
Once analysis was complete, the opponent only needed to subtly change one parameter for the entire Elemental Pool to cause a sympathetic explosion.
The blast’s might would be enough to flatten half the Ship Plane.
The outermost cannon fodder creatures were already done.
Jeming saw the Elemental Puppets frozen one after another, then disintegrating into basic particles, scattering.
Those artificially bred War Beasts fared worse.
Some suddenly self-detonated, flesh and blood flying; others frantically attacked their companions nearby, completely losing control.
Undoubtedly, after suffering significant companion losses, the Information creatures army planned to directly format the entire Plane via information manipulation!
"Hmph."
A cold snort sounded.
Martin descended from the sky, landing in the center of the altar.
His gray robe remained unmoved amidst the raging energy, the gray-white short hair did not sway.
He stood quietly, head raised to look at the sky at that maniacally pouring white waterfall, a slight cold smile on his lips.
Without a word, Jeming stood up and moved away from the altar’s core position.
Not just he, all wizards on the altar not at the High Tier voluntarily retreated.
"Begin."
Martin spoke indifferently.
A dozen Seventh Level Wizards simultaneously nodded.
They raised their hands, beams of light shot out from their Spatial Equipment.
The first to appear was a gigantic eyeball.
The eyeball hovered in mid-air, over ten meters in diameter, with sclera of gray-white and irises of pale gold.
It lacked eyelids, merely staring straight ahead, within the depths of its iris, countless tiny runes could be seen circulating.
"Void Demon Eye..." Jeming murmured.
He had heard of this, an extremely rare void creature possessing high intelligence and naturally strong information processing capability.
Following this were more peculiar creatures.
A creature more than a person tall floated out, resembling a brain exposed externally, with dense tentacles hanging below.
Those tentacles continually squirmed, each movement producing subtle Spiritual Power waves.
"Brain Monster..."
Another appeared.
Its upper body was a translucent jellyfish, lower body tentacles like octopus limbs.
Through that transparent outer layer, over a dozen humanoid brains could be seen suspended within, each gently pulsating.
Jeming inhaled sharply.
He recognized all these creatures, without exaggeration, they were universally acknowledged "high intelligence species," naturally possessing calculation power far superior to humans.
Wizard Civilization domesticated them to serve as "biomechanical computation engines" under certain extreme conditions.
And those Sixth Level Wizards brought out even more directly.
One cultivation tank after another was taken out, neatly arranged around the altar.
Each cultivation tank stood taller than a person, containing light green nutrient fluid, filled with dense neural tissues.
Those tissues were riddled with folds, constantly squirming, clearly brain organs—specialized and modified brain organs, dedicated for calculation output.
Jeming understood.
This is the true trump card of the Expeditionary Army, a "weapon" specially prepared for the battle of calculation power.
Martin raised his right hand.
From his spatial equipment, a gigantic ancient tree slowly emerged.
The tree towered over a hundred meters tall, with a trunk so wide it would take a dozen people to encircle it. But its leaves weren’t green, they were a grayish-white. Its bark wasn’t rough wood but a wrinkled cerebral cortex.
The entire tree was composed of brain tissue.
Countless cerebral gyri and sulci were densely distributed across the trunk, branches, and even each "leaf."
These brain tissues continuously writhed, emitting a faint glow, which made one’s scalp tingle just by looking at it.
"Brain Tree..."
A wizard whispered in shock.
Jeming was also stunned.
He had never even heard of such a thing.
But one thing he was sure of: the calculating power of this tree might be higher than most wizards present.
Martin stood beneath the Brain Tree, with his hands slowly opening.
"Fate System, link."
A golden light appeared at the center of his forehead—this was the access permission given to him by Jeming.
Through the medium of the altar, the calculating power of the Fate System was fully mobilized, merging with the Brain Tree, with those biological calculating machines, and with all the spiritual power of the wizards present.
At that moment, Jeming sensed an indescribably massive torrent of calculating power.
It was like an invisible giant mountain, standing majestically, suppressing everything.
The white information waterfall in the sky seemed to sense something, pouring down more frantically.
Martin looked up and sneered.
"Just with you?"
He raised his right hand and pointed upward.
The massive, terrifying torrent of calculating power soared skyward, like an invisible giant sword, piercing straight into the core of the white waterfall.
The moment the two sides collided, the outcome was decided. The white waterfall first halted, then began to retreat madly.
In just a few seconds, the white information waterfall that covered the entire Ship Plane was completely torn apart.
Above the sky, the original grayness was restored.
The environment of the Ship Plane immediately stabilized.
Information creatures occasionally attempted to revive and counterattack, but faced with this terrifying torrent of information, they were erased upon contact, turning into light spots and dissipating.
"Now’s the time, everyone cast together!"
The voice of Wizard Martin rang out again.
Over a dozen Seventh Level Wizards and more than a hundred Sixth Level Wizards who had long been waiting took action simultaneously.
Utilizing that tremendous calculating power, they collectively cast an information-based witchcraft.
Layers upon layers of chaotic information poured out from their hands, like countless twisted giant serpents, plunging towards the enormous black rift.
They intertwined and weaved around each other, eventually forming a solid information barrier that firmly sealed the entire Information Plane.
This barrier wasn’t on an energy level but on an information level.
Any information creature attempting to cross this barrier would be polluted by those chaotic pieces of information at the first instant.
Martin did not stop.
He performed seals with his hands, using the power of an Eighth Level Wizard, adding another layer of law lock outside the chaotic information barrier.
From this moment on, the outer layer of the Information Plane was completely sealed.
If those information creatures wanted to break out again, they would first have to break through these two layers of seals.
And with their current power, it would take at least ten days to a half-month, absolutely impossible.
The sky returned to peace.
The rift in the sky of the Ship Plane still existed, but no more information creatures emerged.
Those white lights surged crazily on the other side of the rift but could only futilely ram against the sealing layer, failing again and again.
Jeming stood at the edge of the altar, watching the scene silently for a long time.
There was no doubt, this method in front of him was actually the original plan the Expeditionary Army intended to use to deal with the army of information creatures.
However, knowing that he could truly kill the information creatures, "Heart of Ashes" Martin allowed himself to showcase this to gain more spoils and research samples.
"Jeming."
Martin’s voice came.
Jeming snapped back to reality, finding Martin had already walked up to him.
The hand of this Eighth Level Wizard stretched out, with hundreds of pale blue crystals appearing, shimmering in front of Jeming.
These crystals varied in size, the largest the size of a fist, the smallest just a fingernail.
But within each one, countless light spots flowed, emitting a faint glow.
These were the core crystals left after the death of the information creatures.
"These are your spoils from this battle," Martin said, "Allocated according to contribution, these are yours."
Jeming was startled for a moment, then reacted, respectfully accepting them.
"Thank you, elder."
Hundreds of blue crystals filled his hand, weighted and substantial.
Martin looked at him, a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"Study them well. These things might prove more valuable than military merits."
With that, he turned and left to handle post-battle matters.
Jeming stood in place, looking at the pile of blue crystals in his hand, then up at the pure white sphere sealed in the sky.
He clenched the crystals, turned, and headed towards the laboratory.
In the coming days, there would be much to do.