For instance, using Warrior A's equipnt to rescue Warrior B, or seizing an opening to instantly mobilize dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people to perform a fire coverage and achieve a kill.
In this phase, from Ren Zhong and Zheng Tian, down to the wisdom and talents of each warrior, everything was organically integrated by Sun Ai into a cohesive whole.
Human intuition, the precision of artificial intelligence, the fastest real-ti response, human reactions, and the computational power of intelligent devices were perfectly coordinated into a single entity.
This is how the chanical Empire's "Net" is practically applied in space warfare.
For an army of the sa scale, having the "Net" and not having it are two entirely different concepts.
Seven minutes after Ren Zhong gave the order, the warriors in the third quadrant successfully advanced to a position only fifty kiloters away from the Tracer.
Sensing the approaching danger, Ying Feng within the Tracer also began maneuvering forces, quietly shifting so elite troops from other quadrants over.
Ren Zhong calculated ti in his mind, observing the color block changes like a computer ga.
But at this mont, Zheng Tian reported two important pieces of intelligence to Ren Zhong.
"The warriors are dissatisfied with the additional coating on their armor. They believe this coating, which lacks particularly noticeable defensive performance, adds too much useless load, restricting their mobility speed, thereby causing additional damage. So warriors have already applied to remove the coating on their armor."
Ren Zhong flatly refused: "Reject all applications and re-emphasize the importance of the coating to everyone."
Zheng Tian: "Understood. Also, three minutes ago, the Wei Long formation in the second quadrant completed the first kill of a Frozen Soldier. The exposed body of the Frozen Soldier caused so commotion, and soone recognized that this was a Level Nine Gunsmith renowned six hundred years ago on Source Star."
Ren Zhong: "Notify everyone, I have said that our enemy is the Ascended. It is a civilization that has pushed biological technology to the extre, allowing bodies to surpass chanical strength. They have been lurking on Source Star for a long ti, well-versed in our history. They have been quietly capturing powerful Professionals on Source Star, seizing the bodies of these predecessors, and using implants and viruses to control their brains. What you see is a famous figure from six hundred years ago, but in reality, it's just a shell controlled by the Ascended. It's a weapon, not a person."
At this mont, Ren Zhong's words were akin to a Holy Decree.
Regardless of whether they were Li Yang's friends or not, the Rebel Soldiers who were passively dragged in had long since had no choice.
They believed, and continued to charge forward without hesitation.
Ti continued to tick away, during which ard battleships received orders, began closing in, and launched proximity bombardnts.
The energy weapons of these warships posed a significant threat to the Tracer while also managing to point-kill so Level Nine Ruined Beasts and super-grade Frozen Soldiers that frontline warriors alone could not eliminate.
The Tracer once tried to release high explosive missiles to destroy these warships.
But such hasty actions rely exposed Ying Feng, this driver, and the founder of Source Star Military Industry's immaturity and incompetence in military strategy.
Ren Zhong had long been prepared on his side and promptly completed a small-scale troop maneuver, creating a spherical void zone of troops, and precisely detonating the physical missile in advance at the center of the vacuum zone.
This terrifying missile with a direct kill radius of one thousand kiloters ended up with zero gains.
Yet, in truth, this was not Ying Feng's fault, but a testant to the invincibility of the support provided by Sun Ai.
After this missile was detonated, the Throne Hall fell into silence.
They were shocked by the images captured and sent back by their own spy robots.
The opponent's maneuvering was so tily and precise, and the created troop vacuum zone was so spot-on.
It was as if the Tracer's tactics were long exposed to the opponent's calculations, as if the opponent was the one who truly possessed the "Net".
The old-tirs found themselves, for the first ti, harboring the potential expectation of defeat.
Except for Ma Zhongfei, who was busy repairing the "Net" and did not notice the outside changes, instead, excitedly raised his arm and shouted: "I did it! I restored part of the 'Net's' directional communication function, now I can communicate directly with Angel Envoy through the brainwave signals in the wrist watch! I've already identified here that he still wears the wrist watch, aning he still has so freedom at least!"
The others were ntally invigorated upon hearing this.
Although no one knew precisely what situation the Fleet Marshal Angel Envoy was currently in, everyone had an illusion, as if contacting him would reverse the situation.
However, these people had no idea that Ma Zhongfei's so-called effort and attempt were entirely in vain.
This so-called success of his was rely a charity given to them according to Ren Zhong's plan by Sun Ai.
"Angel Envoy, what are you doing right now? What's the situation here?"
When this voice echoed in Ren Zhong's mind, he had already appeared beneath Ard Battleship 0001 ahead of ti under Sun Ai's direction, sitting in a chair, facing Li Yang, who had buried the lower half of his body into an enormous tumor composed of countless human bodies.
At this mont, Li Yang's upper body was outside the tumor, the lower half seed planted into it, and countless thin tubes like the roots of a banyan tree grew from his waist and abdon, entwining around the tumor like a net sack.
Li Yang's eyes were tightly closed at this mont.
He was accumulating strength, waiting for Ren Zhong's prompt to burst forth with psychological control power augnted by the Super Assistant Brain.
Beside Li Yang stood eight Level Nine Armored Soldiers who were firmly under his control, responsible for his personal security.
Ren Zhong's breathing tightened slightly.
In a certain sense, this was his personal final battle.
If this diversion of disaster succeeded, he could then enter the Empire's core territory as the savior of the Source Star Colony and the native heir chosen through natural selection.
"You idiots! You stripped of control over the Net, didn't let swiftly repair the Net, and failed to detect this hidden crisis. Now I've been taken hostage!"
"Those eyeing Source Star are not just the Pilgrims, but also the Spirit Demon Race. Do you see that man? He's a Spirit Demon with psychological manipulation capabilities! I failed to expose him!"
"Now, my people have betrayed ! He has long since thoroughly infiltrated the Nine Major Groups you built! I know what's happening now, but I can't help you; I can't even protect myself."
"If it weren't for a brain crystal in my family mbers that shields against interference from the Spirit Demon Race, I would have been controlled, you fools! You've gotten us all killed! You've betrayed the Empire's trust in you once again for selfish gains, and you've betrayed !"
"In any case, you'll have to fend for yourselves for now. I'm firmly under control. I'm damn well waiting for an opportunity too! You'd better hold on until I co up with a way!"
Ren Zhong shared the visual images in his mind with Ma Zhongfei while cursing internally.
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