Sword of Daybreaker

Regardless of how much "aesthetic" a druid who has studied biochemical technology in the Dark Sect for hundreds of years still has, there is one thing Selena Gehr must admit: the "brain" she sees is absolutely It is the most incredible and outstanding biochemical engineering creation she has ever seen in her life.

It looks like a single brain, but in essence, this "brain" is almost an independent and complete creature. It has its own energy cycle and special organs for floating and moving in small areas. These things are all Hidden in the depths of its bloated and weird "body", its wriggling "tentacles" are not just nerve cords that can be used to establish connections with the Thorin giant tree (or other "interactive targets"), they seem to be also when necessary. It can be some kind of predator...

This thing reminded her of certain things in the Black Forest on the other side of the Dark Mountains, certain things that exist only among the superstitious hunters and the drunk bard population, the darkest, the most distorted, and the closest to nightmares. Mutant creatures.

Ordinary people living in peaceful daily life know very little about these dark and terrifying creatures, but the dark cultists who have lived for hundreds of years have more or less dabbled in the secrets outside the boundaries of this civilization.

Selena turned her head and looked into Bertila's eyes: "To be honest, this original biological sample of the brain...is it a nightmare skull deep in the Black Forest?"

"I don't remember... Maybe there are, or maybe there is the spirit swallowing monster on the Ancestral Peak?" Bertila thought for a while, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his stiff face, "I can't remember myself swallowing assimilation. How many things have passed, deep in my body are stored a huge genetic sample that mortals can't imagine rationally, humans, elves, and monsters... So no matter how terrifying and twisted monsters I have, I can easily pick them up. Are you the same? Selena Gehrfen-in your lantern, how many souls have you ever restrained?"

"...I have released them all," Selena shook her head after a brief silence. "Well, let's get back to the topic-are you sure that this thing you made is harmless?"

"You can rest assured of this," Bertila said calmly. "These things have already gone through a long iterative evolution in my genetic sample bank. Those uncontrollable things are pruned like redundant branches and leaves. Things are essentially just the bred product of the giant Thorin tree. In a sense, it is no different from the Thorin tree fruit you ate at lunch today..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly looked up and down at Selena, who was in a psychological projection state: "Oh, I forgot, you can't eat now."

"..." Selena didn't seem to care about this little ridicule of the other party. She just nodded after a short silence, "Well, I believe you are professional in this area. Then let's talk about this. ...How is the brain used?"

Bertila raised her head and looked at the giant brain floating in the center of the square—or rather, some kind of floating creature that looks like a brain. Her mind is still connected to this “brain”, under her control. Down, the latter rose slightly, so the nerve structure below the "brain" was more clearly presented to everyone.

"In short, I adjusted its nerve connection method so that its nerve cord can be directly connected to the kind of brainwave amplifier used in the immersion chamber, and then use the amplifier as a relay. It can reach about hundreds of meters. A "brain domain" is created within the radius. Psionic singers in this range will be strengthened in terms of computing power and magic adaptability, and can directly connect to a higher-level neural network through brain waves. As a result, the pressure they endure during combat will be greatly reduced. So it is obvious that we need to design a dedicated'vehicle' for this'brain', and put brain wave amplifiers, extra energy packs and the like Go up."

Bertila paused, and then continued: "In addition, if possible, it is better to have a set of biomass recycling equipment-although the'brain' can operate independently for a long time without nutritional supplements, but also prey on its own. Ability, but considering that the battlefield situation is changing rapidly, the front-line units may not have such a leisurely replenishment opportunity, so it is cost-effective to directly use biomass recycling equipment to provide nutrition to the'brain'.

"When it comes to specific biochemical technology, I have a ready-made solution here. I only need the help of magicians to integrate it into the vehicle. This should be very simple."

Wendy, who was standing by, cut in at this moment: "Do you already have an idea about the vehicle?"

"Yes," Bertila nodded, looking towards Solinborg not far away, where several Dragoon aircrafts were flying low above the airspace between the tree canopy and the castle roof, buzzing and low. The sound came from a distance, “After careful consideration, I think the Dragoon’s chassis is very suitable-its cabin does not even need to be modified, and the seat and a small part of the partition can be removed directly to serve as a container for the brain. Since the brain itself can directly control the magic mechanism, the space left after removing the corresponding console and rune stacking box in the aircraft can be used for equipment such as brain wave amplifiers..."

While talking, the former headmaster of the Society of All Things showed a smile at the same time. Even the "incarnation" who was difficult to make an expression was filled with a proud look at this moment. Obviously, she was very proud of herself. The assumption is very satisfactory.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy. The original gradual research plan had to be changed. In order to ensure that the psionic singer can put into actual combat as soon as possible, she had to seek to transform some ready-made things into the project. In the past few days, she took the druids and wizard technicians here to study one alternative after another, and then alternative alternatives, more alternatives...now what she proposes, It is the result of all these alternatives.

A finished product that can be "pieced together" within a few days may not be so easy to use, but it can be immediately brought to the front line.

Selena, who was holding a lantern in hand, listened carefully to the other party's idea. After the other party finished speaking, she only thought a little and nodded: "I believe you have discussed this plan with the magician technicians. Regarding the aircraft, we understand Not much, but regarding brainwave amplifiers and neural network technology, the empire’s most outstanding experts are here-we can start anytime."

Bertila nodded, her gaze swept over the former immortal priests on the edge of the square-many of them are not unfamiliar to her, and she has even worked with these people as a dark priest for many years. More than once, and at this moment, the remaining parts of the two dark sects once again stood on the stand of cooperation... Even if she had completely turned her back on the gods, she still wanted to lament the incredible fate.

"This'brain' will be lent to you from now on. Take out your neural network and brain wave amplification technology. I will continue to catalyze the other'brains' in the chamber and try to get them. Entering work status within three days," she looked at Selena Geerfen in a serious tone, "but even though I lent it to you, I ask you to be as careful as possible. My brain is still useful. After the war, I I plan to use them to continue thinking about problems..."

Bertila's remarks made Selena, who has always been calm and gentle, couldn't help showing a strange expression on her face. Her eyebrows seemed to jump: "I thought it would be easy for you to make these'brains'... After all, you just said that these'brains' are similar to Thorin's fruit."

"How is it possible-although they are both the bred products of giant trees, their brains are many times more complex than the fruit of the Thorin tree, first of all from the growth cycle..."

The topic seemed to be inexplicably developed in a weird direction. Standing next to Yuri who had not spoken much, finally couldn't help but mutter to Wendy in a low voice: "Damn...I may never eat Thorin's fruit anymore... …"

"...Please don't say it, I already have a picture in my mind..."

...

The towering Winter Wolf Fort towers over the border of Typhon, but the flag flying over the castle is no longer the Typhon coat of arms with red stripes on a black background—the blue flag is flying high in the cold wind, on the flag. Embroidered with the symbol of sword and plough with golden silk thread, this border fortress is now the front line command center of the Cecil Legion, and it has been transformed after emergency repairs and additions.

On a clear and cold day, Gawain arrived at this strong fortress on the front line.

The cold and dry wind in the northern wilderness area blows from the plain, and roars into the walls of Winter Wolf. In this war-torn fortress, you can also see some traces of air raids and arson. Some of the buildings in the city are still in ruins, and the wall separating the outer city from the inner city was completely blackened by the fire that day, but other than that, its castle area is still intact and has been used as Philip’s command center. .

In an open corridor in the castle area, Amber raised her head and looked at a tower not far away. She saw the blue flag flying in the wind above the tower, and couldn't help feeling a little: "This is Winter Wolf Castle. ...It was just beaten by us..."

Standing next to him in a uniform, a smile appeared on his face: "The Typhons launched hundreds of counterattacks, large and small, trying to recapture the fortress, but as the fortifications were completed and the follow-up troops arrived, their counterattack The offensive has been completely dismantled, and now even the front has been pushed to the defense zone of Winterhold."

Gao Wen came to the edge of the corridor, leaned on the railing, and looked at the direction of Typhon's control area. His expression was serious: "Are there any new trends in Winterhold? Since the last air battle, their priests and battle mage Has the regiment had a large-scale gathering and mobilization?"

Amber on the side couldn't help blinking: "It hasn't been long since the last air battle, even if it was Typhon, there shouldn't be another miracle in a short time, right?"

"No, you don't know Typhon," Philip shook his head, "Only after direct contact will you have a clear idea of ​​Typhon's'Transcendent Legion'. In my opinion, although they were very energetic last time However, if necessary, it is more than enough for them to launch similar "miracles" several times in a short period of time. It's just that...they are indeed quiet during this time. The priests, the battle mage, and the knights are extraordinary. There is no sign of large-scale activities in the army."

Philip's words did not relax Gawain, but made his expression a bit more serious than before.

"The frontline of Winter Wolf Castle has now become a'land of war'. The Typhonians created a'miracle magic' here, just like lighting a fire on a pyre. After the fire burns, there is no turning back or stopping. Opportunity..." He said while thinking, "At this moment they suddenly became'quiet', and it was only possible to prepare for the next larger-scale official action."

"The last'miracle' was some kind of experiment?" Amber thought for a while, "It's like exploring the way before the official action-Rosetta collected the data he wanted from that'miracle', then He might really want to play it next."

Gawain glanced at the half-elf, and couldn't help but nod slightly—perhaps usually too bluffing, but at critical moments, this guy's intuitive judgment is more reliable.

After a while, he looked at his young army commander again: "Philip, have you been influenced by God of War afterwards?"

"I have always paid attention to spiritual protection, and we have set up a large number of magic net terminals on the front line to ensure that the soldiers are always covered by the'humanity barrier'. Under these protective measures, the soldiers and I have not been contaminated by the **** of war. "," Philip said immediately, "but we can be sure that the pollution of God of War is everywhere and is always trying to erode our mental defenses."

Gao Wen's expression is serious: "Is there anything observed?"

"Naritir has captured traces of'ideological trends' of unknown origin in the edge area of ​​the neural network. The magic net terminal set up in this area occasionally has inexplicable interference. The form of interference is the sudden appearance of prayer or The majestic and voluminous announcements. In addition, soldiers who were too close to Typhon's control area and weakened in mental protection saw illusions on the edge of the battlefield. The illusions contained mysterious brilliance to lure those soldiers to convert to the gods."

Philip said solemnly.

"These phenomena have made everyone more vigilant. Now we have stopped continuing to advance to the Typhon control area, and we will carry out collective activities to consolidate the soldiers' aspirations and condense the will of the team every day, such as collective learning and collective entertainment in units of shifts... …These methods are very effective, at least we can find those soldiers who are not right."

Gawain nodded slightly while listening, while Amber next to him couldn't help shrinking her head when she heard Philip mention the "pollution phenomenon". She felt a chill from the back of her neck, and at the same time she became more aware of it. What kind of battlefield is this?

The fighting here is by no means the two sides of Typhon and Cecil on the surface, but the three sides including the power of the God of War-the invisible power lingers on this land, as if some kind of ghost. It has penetrated the entire battlefield, it is pervasive, and it is always trying to roll up a bigger storm, even here, in this Winter Wolf Castle...The power of the God of War is all about to move.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously raised her head and looked at a small terrace not far away.

In the center of the terrace, Siren Tyr was putting himself into a very standard lump, and fell asleep with no distraction.

As an expert in the field of **** perception and as a back-hand for contacting the Kraken race in an emergency, this visitor from the deep sea followed Gawain to the front line of Winter Wolf Fort. Now seeing her sleeping so peacefully on the terrace, it is completely Without sensing the appearance of the god's breath, Kohaku breathed a sigh of relief.

Gawain noticed Amber's movement, took a look at the direction of the terrace, and saw Tyre sleeping in the cold wind. After a little judgment, he thought that the other party should have been frozen.

But this is not a big deal. That Miss Siren would be frozen several times in the winter, and would come back to life after roasting.

He looked at Philip, ready to continue to learn about Typhon's recent developments, but at this moment, a signalman suddenly ran over from the other side of the corridor and interrupted what he wanted to say.

"Your Majesty! Sir!" The signal soldier ran to Gawain and Philip quickly, and shouted after saluting, "Sirderlin is back!"