Colonial Suit

"No. ?。." The speaker answered decisively.

"I know you have the power to suppress strengthened cells, but I believe the Sasha clan will have made preparations since the last battle. Look at their positions. There is always a Boca clan warrior wandering around them. This shows that they have reached some kind of agreement, using the Boca clan's innate mental power to protect these disposable items."

Speaking of this, the speaker lowered his head and was silent for a while. Then he continued. "Your power should be used at critical moments. If even the first wave of attacks requires you to take action, what is the point of our agreement? How can such weak humans help you enter the Gate of Eternal Farewell?"

"It's not the decisive battle yet..." The speaker said with a slightly bitter tone, but it quickly turned firm.

"So let the ship cannons do the talking!"

"Ship cannons?" Blood Pupil was a little puzzled. The movement speed of the cosmic warriors is so fast, how could ship cannons launch an effective attack on them? You must know that when cosmic warriors start moving, their speed will approach or even reach the speed of light, coupled with their relatively small size, no locking system can accurately capture them. The biggest problem with warships attacking cosmic warriors is not that they can't hit them, but that they can't hit them! Unless...

"We can do it, but... it requires some sacrifice," the speaker replied with a serious face.

Using ship cannons to attack cosmic warriors is theoretically feasible, but it requires extremely high locking accuracy and reaction speed beyond the speed of light, prediction of the target's actions, firepower channel allocation, ammunition selection, and overall control of the situation. Ordinary intelligent brains cannot complete this, but if a powerful mind replaces the intelligent brain to command and bring all the ship's weapons under unified control, then this goal may be achieved.

In the entire human race, there are only two minds that can meet so many conditions. One is himself, who is good at analysis, and the other is Sal Jones, who has left his body and only has his brain connected to the neuron network!

He needs to be stationed in Eden, so it is naturally impossible for him to leave. And Sal Jones actually dominates the command and coordination of the entire fleet. His departure will inevitably cause a short period of chaos. In the current rapidly changing battlefield, this chaos may result in the loss of tens of thousands of warships and hundreds of thousands, or even millions of people. The speaker's voice was a little heavy, but he didn't have much choice. It's not that humans don't have the strength, but they can't use their strength in such useless consumption. As he said, sacrifices must be valuable. If they must die, they must maximize the value of each cosmic warrior.

This is not cruelty, but calmness.

"I'll go prepare," Sal Jones said from the side. It will take him some time to leave his body and enter the neuron system. The brain also needs to adapt to the environment of the culture medium, so it is not an easy task for him.

"I'm counting on you," the speaker said.

Sal Jones nodded slightly. He turned and walked towards the door, but he hadn't gone far when he saw his back shake. He actually stopped little by little. The speaker was a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone..." Sal Jones's face was a little pale, as if he had seen an incredible sight. "Someone... is invading my neurons..."

"No, he has already successfully invaded and is taking over..."

"Immediately shut down the neuron network!" The speaker said immediately. The neuron network is an important command system for human fleets, and its authority is greater than that of ordinary intelligent brains. If it is controlled by outsiders, the blow to the entire fleet will be fatal. But the question is, who would invade, and who has the ability to invade? You must know that the neuron system is completely closed. Not to mention external invasion, even internally, the speaker couldn't think of anyone who could do it.

Because that means taking over the entire fleet's calculations. Its intensity is enough to explode the heads of black hole-level experts!

"Yes!" Sal Jones replied quickly. He has the highest authority over the neuron system, and shutting down the network is just a matter of thought. But he was immediately stunned, with a strange expression on his face.

"The one taking over the network is Pandora!"

"Which Pandora?" The speaker was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized and turned his gaze to Blood Pupil. "Is that..."

"Yes! It's her. She also left me a message, saying..." Sal Jones paused, his face becoming more and more strange. "A nanny should have the awareness of a nanny, don't steal the job of a war weapon."

"This little girl..." The speaker couldn't help but laugh. "Well, since she can take over the neurons, it means she does have that ability, let her try it... In this way, we can also avoid losses."

"Okay," Sal Jones replied in a low voice, his face a little ugly. After all, no one would be happy to be ridiculed by a little girl like that.

However, can that Pandora really do it?

In the starry sky, the Twilight of the Gods slowly accelerated and entered the core area of the fleet. At this time, if someone observes carefully, they can find that countless transparent filaments are emitted from its hull, spreading like invisible spider webs. The neuron network began to take effect. The manual operation programs of the ships were cut off and converted to automatic control. The ship cannons successively changed ammunition, and the sound of loading ammunition was endless... Countless gun muzzles moved in the sight of people, as if an invisible hand was manipulating them, constantly pointing to one established coordinate after another.

No one can describe that shock. It was as if the entire fleet had suddenly been injected with life and 'came alive' out of thin air. Whether it was a large warship or a small ship, it was controlled by a mysterious force and possessed consciousness.

It was a miraculous sight, as if the entire fleet had become a life, a surreal life form composed entirely of metal, steel, machinery, and even countless warships. It was extremely unified, extremely coordinated, and every warship, every person, and even every gun barrel was a part of the whole. There was no contact between them, but they were closely connected. The movement of any part was reflected in the neurons.

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Reflected in... the Twilight of the Gods, in the mind of a little girl holding hands with the Gemini sisters and wearing a maid outfit.

Pandora...

"I will guard Master's camp."

"Nobles who fool with life, I, Pandora... am back."

Her eyes suddenly opened, and Pandora's purple pupils suddenly emitted a strange light. Her smooth hair moved without wind, and countless instructions were instantly transmitted to every corner of the fleet.

Boom!

Countless ship cannons fired simultaneously, but only made one sound.

The sound of death.