Cassandra’s finger tapped lightly in the void, activating a deeper display mode.
"But what truly puts us in a dire situation is not just these things."
The projected images began to reveal more detailed and confidential scenes:
Deep in the void, countless silver threads interwove like a spider’s web.
They connected various planets within the Star Domain, forming a vast network that covered the entire galaxy.
And at the critical nodes of this network, some gigantic entities were slowly taking shape.
"This is the true terrifying ability of the ’Star Domain Lord’—biological weaving."
Cassandra said, frowning:
"It utilizes the collective consciousness waves of the Vital People, bining with the unique ’Telekinesis Crystal’ within the Star Domain, directly ’weaving’ these Star Sky Giant Beasts in the void."
The projection zoomed in, and Ron saw the astonishing manufacturing process:
Tens of thousands of Vital People connected through nerve fibers with a unified matrix, their brainwaves specially modulated and transmitted to telekinesis crystal nodes scattered in the universe.
These crystals acted like massive amplifiers, converting weak bio-electrical signals into an immense force capable of manipulating matter.
Cosmic dust, meteor fragments, and even starlight itself rebined under the shaping influence of this force.
Skeletons constructed from the hardest alloys, blood vessels being flowing energy conduits, and the nervous system a pure telekinetic network.
"Each Star Sky Giant Beast directly embodies the will of tens of thousands of Vital People."
Cassandra’s finger pointed at the projection of the forming creatures:
"They possess bat intelligence akin to primitive beast instincts, yet simultaneously exhibit the coordination ability of a collective consciousness."
Ron carefully examined the structural features of these Star Sky Giant Beasts.
Each had a different form:
Some resembling gigantic whales, covered in energy cannon portals across their bodies, releasing destructive telekinetic waves while swimming in the void;
Some shaped like spiders, with countless tentacle-like limbs capable of simultaneously gripping multiple warships in battle;
Others pletely transcended biological concepts, floating like living fortresses in the void, densely packed with defensive arrays and weapon systems on their surfaces.
"Most terrifying is their coordination with the Vital fleet."
The projection switched to a record of an actual battle:
The Star Sky Giant Beasts surged across the battlefield like raging sea whales, tearing through several Wizard warship shields with each assault.
Meanwhile, the silver fleet of Vital ships swarmed around the beasts like fish, executing precise point-shot attacks.
When the beasts drew enemy fire, the Vital ships would launch deadly strikes from the flanks;
When the ships needed to retreat, the beasts would instantly adjust formations, providing cover for them.
The entire process occurred without any mander’s orders, yet each participating unit knew exactly what it needed to do.
"This degree of coordination..."
Ron watched the battle record on the projection:
"It’s already beyond the realm of military tactics, more like a form of instinctual group behavior."
He recalled the cooperative mode of ant colonies on Earth, but the coordination ability of the Vital People was evidently more plex and efficient.
"Now do you understand?"
Cassandra’s projection slowly turned toward Ron, eyes filled with frustration.
But what troubled her even more were the internal divisions within the Expeditionary Army.
"If the Vital People are an external threat, the true fatal wound lies within."
The Witch’s voice turned more bitter, the projector began displaying the internal structure of the Expeditionary Army:
"Elizabeth Astoria, the Great Wizard of the Elemental Garden, has openly doubted my mand ability."
The projection showed a middle-aged noblewoman.
That was Elizabeth Astoria, the current leader of the Elemental Garden School.
"Three days ago, at the military meeting, she demanded a reelection of the Expeditionary Army mander in front of everyone."
Cassandra’s voice carried anger:
"Her words were: ’A mander who cannot protect the life of subordinates is unqualified to continue leading this fleet.’
"Melviss from the Tower of Vibrations is even more direct."
The projection switched to another scene, the flagship mand center of the Tower of Vibrations.
Melviss stood at the center of the bridge, issuing a final ultimatum via the munication Crystal:
"I officially declare, on behalf of the Tower of Vibrations, the withdrawal from the Expedition Alliance.
This war has pletely deviated from its original purpose, being a meaningless war of attrition."
"Cassandra, your conquest desire is destroying all of us. I will not let young ones from the Tower of Vibrations die for your ambition."
"Although the Star Hammer Clan and the Mithril Clan have not yet made public statements, their actions have said it all."
Cassandra’s projection walked toward the corner of the room, where a plex monitoring device was placed:
"My intelligence network shows they are secretly hoarding resources, preparing for evacuation at any time."
"At this rate, in at most six months, I’ll lose two-thirds of my active forces."
Cassandra’s voice became desperate:
"By then, even if a method to deal with the Vital People is found, there won’t be enough troops to execute it."
But Ron noticed that when Cassandra described these "desperate" situations, subtle nuances in her micro-expressions revealed intricate details.
Whenever mentioning certain "insolvable" dilemmas, her gaze would flicker briefly, as if concealing some crucial information.
"She is not pletely hopeless, at least holding onto some trump cards."
Ron silently analyzed in his mind:
"This plea seems more like a search for less costly solutions."
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